1 comments/ 36629 views/ 7 favorites My Master/His Slave By: Wicked_Angel This is my first year in college and I am enjoying it so much. Being the little slut that I am I enjoy all the parties with all the sorority guys. All of the parties have proved to be more fun than I could ever handle. But one was very exciting and I just had to tell you about it. There was this guy last night who seemed to be really nice to me. Extra nice in fact; Always bringing me refills on my drink, lighting my cigarette, commenting on the way I was dressed. Although he did appear to be a little older than most of the guys there I still enjoyed his attention. He asked me if I would like to get out of there and go elsewhere. Well, of course I would. The party was rather dull and he was the only one entertaining me. So, I grabbed my coat and we left. Now, I have never been with an older man, so I was really turned on because I knew he wanted to fuck me. I kept flaunting myself for him. Every now and then the straps of my dress would slide down one of my shoulders and I would notice him watching as I lifted it back up. As we were driving he told me that he admired me and thought that I was very beautiful. Well, I have never had any complaints. I stand at 5 foot 9 inches tall and love to wear stiletto heals and short sexy dresses. This particular night I had chosen to wear an extremely short dress, a pair of thigh highs was slightly peaking out from under it. I had on no underwear. And my shaved pussy was getting really wet from all the attention he was giving me. We got to this place that I assumed was a club. There were people all over standing around dressed in latex and boots. Some dressed in leather skirts, dresses and pants. All of them seemed to be tremendously enjoying themselves. But then there were also rooms along the sides of all the walls. Not sure how many there were but you could hear people crying out, I was not sure whether it was from pleasure or pain but I knew that I was getting aroused from it all. He took me in the last room at the end of the hallway. We entered and he turned on the lights. There were all kinds of paddles, whips, floggers, dildos, handcuffs, ropes and other things aligning the wall. There were props all over the room and even what appeared to be a gynecologist table complete with stir ups. For a few seconds my heart began to pound in my chest just wandering what he had in store for me. I could not tell if the pounding came from excitement or fear or both. I was really nervous. He told me to calm down and threw a short pleaded red plaid skirt my way. He told me to take off all my clothes and put the skirt on. I did as he requested without complaining. He watched very closely as I changed my clothes. Walking around me and watching my ass as the dress made its way to the floor. He picked it up and gently kissed me on my lower back sending shivers all over me making my nipples very hard. I noticed him walking over to the door and locking it. Here I was standing before him. My DD tits loose from the bra that had previously caged them. The skirt fit me perfectly and stopped just below my ass. The thigh highs he had requested to stay on. And of course my heels. I felt so exposed from the way he was staring at me. It almost felt like I was a little girl again, getting naked in front of a guy for the very first time. He walked around behind me and freed my hair from the clip it was in. Gently he rubbed his hands along my shoulders commenting on the numerous freckles he found there. He reached into my purse and pulled out a cigarette for me to smoke. He instructed me to sit up on the table. He took the cigarette and placed it into my mouth, lighting it for me. He stepped back and said only one word…”Perfect.” He took a stool from the corner of the room and pulled it to the front of the table and instructed me to just smoke for him. I did as he asked, although I was very nervous the entire time. I could feel my nipples growing hard with anticipation of his next move. He took his eyes off me for a moment and glanced at the wall removing a basic leather paddle from it. He told me that if, at any time, I did not like what he was doing to me that all I had to do was say RED and he would stop. If I said GREEN he would keep doing it. And if I said YELLOW he would use caution. And that any following conversations that we had I must begin or end everything I said with Sir. I nodded my head in compliance still not really sure what he had planned for me. He told me to grab on to the bar in front of the mirror. He inserted a fat dildo into my pussy. Told me to cross my legs together making sure that it stayed in my cunt. My ass was bent over and exposed to him. He began to gently paddle my ass, slowly at first and then the faster. “Green!” I said. I loved the feel of the paddle on my ass. And every time that he would hit my ass, it would make the dildo go further into my cunt. He began spanking me harder at that time and it felt as though I was being fucked by a really big cock! The harder he spanked the wetter I got. I could feel the cold air caressing my very sore ass but God it felt so good. He instructed me to stand up and walk to the table, making sure the dildo remained in my pussy. When I got over to the table he told me to lie down on it. He proceeded to tie my hands down to the sides of the table with the leather straps that were attached to it. He told me to scoot my ass down to the edge of the table and make sure it was almost hanging off. My hands were tied together above me and then he pulled the stir ups out and told me to place my feet in them. There were leather straps on them as well. He slowly removed the dildo from my cunt and placed it aside. He took a flogger from the wall and began to casually rub it along my body. He got down in between my legs and began to slap my pussy with it. The straps would occasionally hit my clit, almost making me cum, But no quite. He walked around the table and grabbed both my nipples in his fingers and began to slightly pull them. Seeing the look that was on my face, he began to pull harder and harder. The sensations were unlike any that I had ever experienced. He attached nipple clamps to both my nipples. A chain was connecting them to each other. At first I was tempted to scream from the intense pain but then it began to numb a little and felt incredible. He would tug on the chain from time to time sending strong pulsating sensations down to my clit. He undid the leather cuffs that were restraining my hands. Reaching to the side and grabbed the dildo again. He told me that he wanted to watch me cum. I was dying to feel his cock deep within me but was too afraid to ask. So, I complied with what he told me to do. My legs were spread wide for his viewing pleasure. He lit a cigarette and placed it into my mouth telling me to gently fuck myself while I smoked. He placed the ashtray on my stomach. He continued to pull on the nipple clamps from time to time. It made my pussy throb from deep within. He would watch intently as I took a drag and billowed smoke into the air through my blood red lips. From the look in his eyes and the feel of the fake cock sliding in and out of my pussy, I began to throb. As soon as the cigarette was gone he removed the ashtray and took a seat very close to my now dripping wet cunt. He was close enough to lick it if he choose to. He told me…”I want you to fuck your cunt, as hard as you can. I want the dildo to disappear behind those beautiful shaven pussy lips of yours. And under no circumstances are you allowed to cum until I tell you to. Do you understand?” I responded with a breathless , “Yes Sir!” I began pushing the dildo into my cunt and he responded, “HARDER!” I slammed it as hard as I could into my pussy. I could feel it pounding against my cervix. Afraid to utter as word as my orgasm approached. He got up and walked around the table admiring me and then grabbing the chain attached to my nipples and pulling on them harder than ever before, he told me to cum, “NOW!” I did. The orgasm overtook me sending waves of pleasure through my body. It felt as though flames were licking my nipples from the amount of pressure on them. Just as I thought my orgasm was about to end, I came so hard that I could not muffle the screams. It felt better than anything I had ever experienced. After I was completely done, he told me to put on my clothes. I did but I was wondering about him. Wasn’t I supposed to please him as well? He removed the clamps from my nipples and put all the toys back as they were. When I was fully dressed he stood a few seconds and admired me. “Let’s go.” We quietly walked to the parking lot together. He put his arm around me to shield me from the chill that had developed. When we got into the car he asked me, “Did you enjoy what happened in there?” “Yes. I did very much. It was unlike anything I have ever had before, Sir” We drove for a while in silence, except for me telling him the directions to my house. When we arrived, I asked, “Why did you not take pleasure in me, Sir?” I was almost in tears. He gently took me into his arms, telling me that he did enjoy me. And that he would take what was rightfully his in due time. He told me he would be there to pick me up the following day and we would talk more about what had happened then. “I want my beautiful little girl to go and rest now.” He said with much admiration. “Thank you. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Sir.” With our final good-byes said, he kissed me gently on the forehead. I got out of the car. He watched me casually walk up to the door and waited until I disappeared inside before leaving the driveway. Little did I realize that I am now his slave and he is my Master. My Master/His Slave Ch. 02 "What in the hell have I gotten myself into?" I pondered. Daylight had broken over the horizon. I rubbed my sleepy little eyes and sat up. Thinking about the events that had happened the previous night; I could already feel myself becoming wet. Oh how I wanted it to happen over and over again. I truly felt that I had finally found my place in this world. Just then the phone rang. "Hello." "Good Morning. How are you?" "I am fine, but who in the hell is this!" I exclaimed, totally not recognizing the voice at all. "Excuse me, don't ever talk to me like that again young lady." He said in a very firm tone. Instantly I realized who it was. "Yes, Sir!" I exclaimed. "I'm sorry Sir." "In due time, you will pay for that. But for now this is what I request of you. Shower, shave your cunt hair completely off, apply lotion all over your body, some perfume behind your ears, neck and knees, and be at your door on your knees completely nude in 30 minutes. Is that understood?" He said making sure she heard each and every word that he had spoken. "Yes, Sir." After hearing my reply he hung up without another word spoken. As I showered and did the things he requested I wondered how he had gotten my phone number. "Hmmm…" I thought, "he must have attained it from the telephone book. After all he does know where I live." Completely nude now I stood in front of my mirror applying lotion to every body part. My skin was moist and tingling. I could feel my cunt beginning to throb at the mere thought of remembering his voice over the phone. I continued applying lotion all over until I was sure that I had covered everything. And then begin applying perfume. Downstairs I knelt in front of the doorway awaiting his next command. Several minutes had passed and I could feel my heart drumming in my chest wondering if he was actually coming over or if I had just been deceiving myself. Suddenly the doorbell rang. I stood up to answer it half-hiding behind the door. It was he. "Kneel!" He commanded. Graciously, I did as he requested. The front door was wide open and anyone passing by would be able to see me. "You see as I stand here with this door wide open the world can see you for who you truly are. You are a slut, but not just any slut, NO. You have become what the world out their views as a trashy whore. I am going to change all that for you right here, right now. I am going to make you MY slut. And in return you will never give anything to me but the very best of yourself. From now on girl, you will have some damn dignity and respect for your own person as well. Have I made myself clear?" My eyes were focused on the floor now. Listening to his words I realized how very true they were. Looking up at him, I said, "Yes Sir." He slammed the door shut with his foot. His hand then reached to grab hold of my hair and lift me forcefully from the floor. He led me into my living room and sat down upon the couch instructing me to kneel at his feet. Reaching into his leather jacket he pulled from it two pieces of paper. One of them was handed to me. And I was told to follow along as he read what was to be my contract aloud. He began… 1. Master is my name and that is the only name that you will be permitted to call me, unless out in public and even then you are to pay respect to me by calling me Sir at all times. 2. You always be presentable for me, your Master. This includes the following: a. Everyday you are to shave your underarms, cunt and legs, making sure that they are soft as silk. b. You are to apply the finest lotion to your entire body, which will always be provided to you as I see fit. c. Perfume and deodorant are musts and have to be worn at all times. d. Make-Up is to be applied to your face in a way that you feel would be pleasing to your Master. If it does not please me you will remove it. e. Clothing (from the ground up) 1. No heels smaller than three inches will ever adorn your feet again unless I say so. 2. Ankle bracelets and toe jewelry that I give you is to be worn at all times and taken care of very delicately. 3. If I request for you to wear stockings, you will never wear anything but thigh highs and a garter belt. 4. Thongs are the only types of underwear that I feel are worthy for your ass to be in. 5. No dress or skirt that you wear will ever be more than three inches below your ass. 6. You are not permitted to wear anything but skirts or dresses, unless I say so. 7. If I choose for you to wear a bra, it will be cup less, allowing me full access to your nipples at all times. 8. Your tops will consist of materials and designs solely made to show off your body to me and those that I deem worthy to see you. 3. You will always be honest, open and concerned to and for me. As I will do the same for you. 4. If, at any time you do not feel comfortable with anything that I or someone that I appoint is doing to you, I will allow you to use two words…"Yellow Master". These words tell me that my slave is in danger and needs me to stop doing what I am doing, or slow down. And I will ask you which it is. Then you will only be permitted to say…"Please stop Master." Or "Please slow down Master." 5. You will not speak until you are spoken to. If you have an opinion to state then you will ask for permission to speak. I may or may not grant this request. Though you will be given times to speak your mind freely about any and every activity. 6. You are to always carry a pack of cigarettes with you wherever you go in the brand and flavor that I choose for you to smoke. These things will be provided to you as well. 7. You will never come unless I have given you permission to. Nor are you allowed to have sex with anyone including men or women unless I have given my consent. 8. In the first 6 weeks of this engagement I will refer to you by your name. Nothing else. If at the end of the 6 weeks I feel that you are worthy to be MY slave, then I will call you such. Your name is SLUT, for now. 9. Above all else, you will obey me. Your training will be long, painful and pleasurable. I will take you places that you have never been before. I will give you highs like no drug could ever give you and lows so pitifully low that you may cry. Your body will belong to me and I will give it a most enduring ride. But you will never be hurt or punished in any way that I feel would hurt or damage you so completely, that you will become permanently injured. You will become mine, your body, your mind and your emotions are mine to control. And I will use them all to please you and myself as well. I agree to be safe, sane and consensual with you and our play, ALWAYS. You will never be forced to do anything that we had not previously agreed upon. At the signing of this contract you will receive a collar that is to be worn at all times, whether I am in your presence or not. You have 6 weeks to experience all that I have to offer you. I am sure that after the six weeks is up you will submit to me all of you with no reservations what so ever! But if you do not want my offers or me during and/or after the six weeks then you can walk away. Just tell me you are done with it and leave. There will be another contract upon the time that your training is complete committing you to one year of servitude to me. If you agree this contract is legal and binding. If you do not agree I will tear it up and walk out the door and you will never see me again. I looked down at the floor. I questioned myself. Could I do this? Could I submit myself to this man without any reservations? I could back out at any time that I so chose to. What did I have to loose? "Yes Sir. I wish to sign this contract and let you train me to become your most humble slave." He withdrew a pen from the breast pocket of his suit, "Sign it NOW slut!" Grabbing my hair and turning me towards the coffee table he lays both papers down. "Sign them both Cunt, one is for you and the other is for me." Still holding my hair firmly, he watches while I sign both papers. When I am done he takes one paper and signs it himself. The other is put into his jacket pocket. He now has a very firm grip on my hair. More firm than ever before. It hurt! But it was not so extreme to use the words that he had given me to use. "You have pleased this Master very much today slut." He says as he stands, grabbing my hair, turning my face and pressing it into his crotch. "Feel that bitch? You caused that! Now, you are going to learn how to service your Master's cock. Unzip my pants, NOW!" I was still in quite a daze from the signing of the contract and how fast things were progressing that I did not hear exactly what my Master said. Looking up at him, I said, "What?" "Excuse me slut! What did you just forget to call me!? That is twice that you have disrespected me today." His voice was so demanding as he spoke those words. "Pull my cock out and service it NOW slut! Did you hear me??" "Yes, Master." "Thank you slut." I slowly took his cock from his pants. Gently I began to rub and lick and kiss on it. I did this for a while. The entire time my Master stood looking down upon me. His face was sternly set but I could see under the demeanor that he was very turned on. I licked around the head of his cock and as soon as I tried to moved to another spot he shoved the entire length of his fat, thick cock into my throat stretching it's dimensions and making me gag on him. "Now, hands behind your back cunt! I am going to fuck your face. And when I come you are not to miss a drop." All I could do was nod. I wrapped my lips around his cock and made them into a vice like grip sure to please him as he shoved his cock into my throat over and over again. It did not take him long to come at all. In fact I was very surprised at the amount of time it took him. I just assumed that it would be longer and he would want to fuck me. As soon as I felt the first squirt spilling into my mouth I began to swallow. I accidentally let a drop fall onto the floor and ignored it hoping that he would as well. The entire time he managed to stare straight at me and never speak a word. Not even a moan as he thrust it continuously in and out of my mouth until he was completely done. He made me clean his cock off well and tuck in back into his pants putting everything back the way it was before. The Master stepped back slightly, still firmly holding my hair. He pointed my face towards the ground. "Lick it up, NOW!" I did exactly as he requested. (Although the thought of licking something from the floor turned my stomach.) I could tell from the look upon his face that he was very pleased with my actions. "On the couch slut. Legs spread, cunt lips spread. I want to see your pussy." He said as he was guiding me towards the couch. I leaned back once seated and spread my legs as wide as I could. I opened up the lips of my cunt very slowly and methodically. He smiled at my gentle teasing. "Hold your cunt lips open and DO NOT move!" He commanded. "Yes, Master." I replied. He sat down in between my legs on the coffee table. Slowly he ran his hands along my inner thighs and down my legs. He laughed as he neared the lips of wet cunt. I knew that he could feel the juices that had already spilled out. Over and over again he neared my cunt and then denied me the presence of his fingers on my very sensitive clit. I struggled to maintain my composure without begging him for an orgasm. I laid my head back upon the couch and closed my eyes. Oh God, it felt so good to have his experienced hands roaming all over my legs and cunt lips. I forgot where I was or whom I was with. I just begun to feel. And the more he touched me the more I became aware of my senses. My breathing increased slightly and my heart was pounding against my chest. My body was begging for the release that it so desperately needed. Suddenly without warning he inserted two fingers in my cunt. So hard and so fast that it left me spinning in a daze. His expertise showed very well when he immediately found my G-spot. Rubbing and manipulating it, I could feel the orgasm begin to approach. I writhed and moaned under his wonderful hands. "Remember Slut that you do not have my permission to come. You have not asked for it nor have I granted it." His command was well received but not well taken by her cunt. "Master, please may I come! I need to come so bad!" "NO!" With that his hand begin to fuck me faster and faster bringing to the very edge of my orgasm. "Master, please." I begged, tears approaching my eyes. "I said NO, I meant NO!" He said. I felt my whole body begin to respond. My nipples tightened, my vagina walls began to throb with the expected release. I was so very close, I did not know how I was going to manage to hang on for even another second. The moment he felt my cunt begin to tighten down up on his fingers, he instantly removed them. My orgasm ceased, although my pussy painfully throbbed. I almost cried. The tears welled up behind my eyelids, but I refused to let them fall. Silently my Master sat and watched as I slowly regained my composure. And then he spoke to me. "You must learn to control the very thing that has made you who you are. You my slut, are never allowed to come unless I command you to and you will learn to do this and I will guide you." She could see the look of seriousness upon his face as those words left his lips. "Master, permission to speak please?" I very humbly asked. "Yes, you may speak." Looking directly into my eyes. He took my hands and pulled me to a sitting position. "Master, will I ever be allowed to come?" I asked. So afraid of hearing the answer. "Of course you will be allowed to come, but only on my prompt, not on yours. You must remember that it is I that is in control. Not YOU! Controlling your orgasms is one small process in your training. And it will teach you to become a bolder, stronger woman in the process. Not to mention a much better lover for me, your Master." "Yes, Master I understand." I said. "No, you don't but I promise you sweetheart you will." He said as a smiled crossed his face. "Yes, Master." "Now, I will be back here at exactly 7PM to pick you up. I will be taking you into my domain. I expect you to be fully dressed appropriately. You will receive a package between now and then, so don't worry about what clothes you should wear or buying anything new." He leaned down and ran his fingers through my hair to the back of my head. And then grabbing it, pulled my face up to his. He kissed me like the lover of my dreams would. So passionately! "Thank You Master." I managed to say. "Your are welcome my darling. Remember that is it my pleasure to bring you pleasure. But you must be taught when to accept that pleasure and I will guide you through it all. I will make you truly become my slave and you will thank me for it for the rest of your life." He said as he stood up to leave. Going to the door he told me to kneel, which I did. "This is a present for you my slut." He spoke as he removed a simple silver chain from his pocket and placed it around my neck. "Wear it proudly." The back of the chain had a very simple lock on it that could be broken if necessary. "If at anytime this chain is removed without my command then you can consider the contract broken." With that he left me kneeling at my front door. I was at a total loss for words. I didn't know what to think or how to feel. He had brought me to the crescendo of the best orgasm of my life and then denied me the pleasure. Why had he done that? My cunt was still painfully throbbing just recalling what had just happened. And even though he was gone, I dared not touch my cunt. I went over to the couch, feeling near exhausted and drained and laid down to have a short nap before getting ready for the evening that lay ahead. "Maybe he will let me come tonight. God, I hope so." I thought as I drifted off into a restless slumber. I awoke with the sound of the doorbell ringing. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was about 5:30. I only had an hour and a half to get ready! "Hang on please." I yelled towards the door. Running to my room I grabbed my robe and half-ass tied it around me. My breasts were all but falling out of the thing. There was a young man there, who could not have been more than 20 or 21. "Ma'am your Master asked me to deliver this package to you. You are to be ready and waiting for him by 7 PM sharp!" He handed me the package and walked back to his car. It was a beautifully wrapped gift. A big bow was in the center with a small note card attached. I pulled off the bow and opened the note. It read: Dear Slut, This is your apparel for this evening's event. This is all that you are to wear and nothing else. Now, go get ready and be kneeling at your door with it unlocked at promptly 7 PM! Signed, Your Master I was so curious as to what my Master has chosen for me to wear that I could hardly manage to rip open the gift. Inside I found a short black leather skirt, a leather halter that would barely be considered a bikini top, a pair of black thighs, a black leather garter belt, and a pair of size 8, simple black stiletto heels. "Oh My! He expects me to wear this?" I thought. I prepared myself for the evening ahead. First taking a long hot shower to clear my mind. After getting out of the shower I took my time applying lotion and perfume to my body. I put my make-up on very carefully making sure that it was not too dramatic nor was it simple. I applied my favorite color of lipstick. It happened to be a very deep rich burgundy color. In the bedroom, I sat down upon the bed and began getting dressed. First I put the garter belt in place and fastened it. And then slide the long stockings up over my soft shaven legs. Very slowly, making sure that I did not tear them. Next came the skirt. It was very small and was a like a second skin on me. The top was the same way. After getting my breasts into it, the top looked as though I had been painted into it. The shoes were the one thing that I was certain I would have no problems with. I LOVED the shoes! I surveyed myself in the mirror. I tweaked my nipples making them hard under the fabric. Well, the Master certainly knew how to pick out clothes for his slave. God, she thought, "I look hot!" All of a sudden a chill ran down my spine as I heard the front door shut. Glancing at the clock in my bedroom I realized that it was 7PM sharp and I was late! "Oh, shit." I thought panicking. "What will he do to punish me? Deny me coming all night long or longer?" Slowly and shamefully I walked down the stairs. I dared not look at my Master's face. Disappoint struck my heart and I could sense it in his demeanor as well. I hurriedly made my way to his feet and sat their several long moments before he spoke. "Up slut…your punishment awaits you!" Grabbing me forcefully by the hair and leading me out of my door. He spoke in a very calm, even tone of voice. But I knew that I was in for the punishment of my life. I imagined that it would be similar to the very first night that we were together. It just seemed like so long ago, yet it was just…last night.