0 comments/ 24144 views/ 4 favorites Pleasing Master By: ScottishChieftan We had arranged to meet at my hotel. I had driven down under the pretext of business the night before. You managed a reason to be away for two days and we decided to meet in a hotel out of town, giving you a safety zone so you wouldn't worry about being seen with me. We sat 4:00 PM as the meeting time, but you arrived a couple of hours early to change and prepare yourself. I didn't wish for you to feel any pressure, so I had reserved you a room of your own, giving you a comfort margin and some sense of safety. I had everything arranged. The room was prepared and I was ready to receive my guest. Everything was perfect. I had instructed you to meet me in the bar of the hotel. When at last, our eyes were able to look upon one another, the electricity in the air was awe-inspiring. You were magnificent. You dressed just as you knew I would wish for you to, provocative and sensual, while maintaining grace and an air of propriety. You were wearing your hair down, the gentle curls falling gracefully onto your neck and shoulders, just the way I like it. A tight dress accentuated your curves and the delicious roundness of your backside. You were, or course sans panties and were wearing white thigh high stockings, knowing I would melt when I discovered this delight. Our first impulse was to seize each other in a fierce hug, then we fell into a booth and started jabbering away like teenage girls at a slumber party. You are amazed at how easy I was to talk to and we both had so much to say our words just came out in a rush. Looking into my eyes, you felt yourself sinking into them, but it was such a secure and safe feeling you submitted to it willingly. You could tell I was lost in the beauty of your Eyes and my own eyes just wouldn't leave your face. I told you over and over again, how beautiful you were, how happy I was and how lucky we were to have found each other. Sipping wine, we relaxed and began to feel more at ease and the topics of conversation changed. We talked of things of a darker nature, desire and dominance, witchcraft and vampires. You knew there were no expectations on my part, that you weren't obligated to sleep with me or anything of the like. You relaxed and let things take their own course, knowing you were safe in my company, as you would have been with no other. After a time, we agreed to retire to my room and talk more intimately. Even then, you knew you would not be rushed or pushed into anything. You knew that I would let you feel your own way and that I wasn't expecting anything from you, other than friendship. As we walked down the hallway to my room, you felt relaxed and at ease. You were happy and content to be with me and a soft chuckle echoed from your throat as you realized my room adjoined your own. Crafty man you cooed at me in a soft voice. Before we entered my room, I stood in front of you and snapped a small leather collar onto your throat. You knew you had just been claimed, in the physical realm, just as you had been claimed so long ago via the internet. Pride and excitement shivered through your whole body as the door swung slowly open. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim shadows of the room. The lights are off, and the only illumination is provided by a dozen or so candles that are positioned around the room. The is a small wooden alter-like table against one wall, it has a few candles on it as well as an oil warmer bubbling patchouli and dragonsblood scents into the air. You entered the room and heard the door softly lock closed behind you. Though you know there is no reason for it, a tremor of anxiety runs through your mind. Your eyes adjust and now you can see more details in the room. There is a small sofa on one wall. Near the window and door are a table with two chairs. The table is decorated the candles and statues of faieries that seem to frolic in a lifelike manner. A purple throw drapes over it, shinning with a satiny sheen. Your eyes glance nervously over to the bed and a lump swells in your throat. There lying atop of the mattress and attached to each of the four legs of the bed, are black leather straps and bits of shiny metal chains. Ohhhhhh ggggggggoddddddddd you hear yourself meekly murmur. You feel me walk to stand behind you and then feel my arms wrap around you from the rear. I envelope you in my embrace and nuzzle into your neck and shoulder. A calmness overtakes you as you sense my control over the situation, over even you. You know submitting to me, is in fact, submitting to yourself and to desires smoldering in your heart for years. I kiss you lightly on the side of your cheek and my hands steal a quick fondle as they slide down your chest to your hips. You feel yourself shiver against me, almost as if you were merely a third party observer. Again, the feeling of calm and trust overpowers your doubting mind and you feel yourself leaning back into me. With a sudden swoop, you realize I have picked you up in my arms, and that I am holding you as easily as you would an infant. The shock of my power causes another tremble to run through you from head to toe. The effortless ease with which I swept you from your feet takes your breath away and you can only bury your face into my neck, kissing and suckling lovingly. The aroma in the air, the candle light dancing on the shadowy walls, the mystic statues and figurines, all come together to cast a spell upon you and to leave you entranced in a wonderful way. I carry you to the small sofa and you feel yourself lowering as I sink slowly onto the soft cushions and pillows. Now, cradled on my lap, you turn your face to me and there is no doubting your heart, mind or soul, as to who is your Master. You know. You have found him and he has claimed you, you can see it burning in my eyes. I pull you close against me, running my hands through your hair, and tilt your head back to kiss you with a tenderness so unexpected it catches you completely off guard. No wild animal passion, no mindless throwing you down and fucking you like a mere object, you can sense my feelings and love for you in every fiber of your being and it strikes to the very core of your femininity. My hands roam slowly and gently over your body as my lips explore and taste your own feverish lips. You can feel yourself melting into me, being absorbed by me and you know without a doubt you are submitting to me, body and soul. We kiss for what seems an eternity. Time slips away and you are oblivious to anything other than the euphoria of my kiss and the gentle exploring of my hands as they wander over your body. Pushing you up, I stand you on your feet and command you to undress for me. With a quick wriggle, you are standing totally nude in front of me and there are no words to describe the joy in your heart as you see the obvious admiration and appreciation burning in my eyes. I pull you down across my lap, your glorious ass tightens and a shiver of anticipation makes goose-bumps arise over your bare skin. My hand cups gently on your ass, my fingers tighten and squeeze it firmly and then masterful fingers begin their exploration. Raising my hand, I being it down with a light smack on your ass. A squeal of surprise and delight bursts from you and you quickly subdue yourself. I run my hands down your thighs, spreading them and softly dragging my fingers along the plump lips of your pussy. Again my hand raises and smacks down on your backside. The ample roundness of your ass jiggles under the spanking and my hand again and again flies down to spank you. Your ass begins to sting in a delicious burning/searing sort of way, that sends chills of pleasure throughout your entire body. When the stinging gets worse and a burning pain begins to make you uncomfortable, my hand stops and the gentle caresses of my loving fingers lovingly rub away the pain. Your body begins to relax and now you find yourself enjoying the sensation of my rock hard cock digging into your stomach. A girlish giggle slips out and you squirm with delight, grinding my cock against you. Forgetting all except your pleasure, you are startled to feel my hands intertwine themselves into your hair. I close my fingers on the soft curls and tug backwards. A gentle jerk, but a firm one, forces your head backwards as a moan (of a curious mixture of pain and pleasure) escapes your throat. Tugging backwards on your hair, I make your entire body arch upwards. Holding your head with my left hand, I yank firmly enough to hurt, but not quite enough to make tears come to your eyes. As your body arches backwards, my right hand starts spanking you again. Smack, smack, smack, my hand splats down on your creamy chocolate ass. As the stinging starts to burn into your backside, it combines with the searing sensation from your hair and delicious warmth spreads through your body. My right hand stops spanking, but the left one still holds your hair trapped in a vice grip. My right hand massages your ass and then you feel my fingers sliding between the plump cheeks to explore your quivering asshole. You here a plastic popping sound and then hear liquid gurgling from a bottle. You feel a cool, wet lubricant tickling your ass and then shiver with delight as my forefinger slowly slides into your ass. Feeling my finger burying deeply into your ass is heavenly. The muscles of your anus spasm and cling tightly to my finger as it slides in, the muscles deep within your rectum contract in a natural response to force the intruder out. You love that sensation, the rippling and contracting muscles adjusting to a foreign invader assaulting your ass. The bliss of it overwhelms you and as if it were some disembodied voice from far away, your hear your voice cry out. "Ohhhh GOD Bodie, fuck my ass, baby. Stick in another finger and fingerfuck me hard!" As the words slipped from your mouth, you recoil in shock and alarm. You know you have done something very wrong. You know you will be punished for this. The pit of your stomach drops as if falling from a cliff and a lump rises in your throat. My hands have stopped. Other than a slight tightening jerk of your hair, I haven't reacted, but you know I am going to. You know you have been naughty and you also know that your behavior demands punishment. You have regained control of yourself, lying there shaking in fear and anxiety. You wish to cry out for forgiveness, to beg for mercy or to make excuses for your lack of respect. You want to tell me you made a mistake, that you weren't being disrespectful or brazen. You know better, though. You know better than to speak. You simply lie there and wait. Tossing you off of my lap, I throw you to the floor and you recover yourself on your knees. You quickly assume a proper position, eyes down to the floor, hands on your thighs and sit back on your heels. Kneeling in perfect submission, your quavering voice slips softly into the air. "Master, this girl would like to speak, she would like to explain" You can feel my eyes boring into you. You can sense my disapproval simply by my manner of breathing. My silence is deafening. Your own devastation leaves you breathless. Finally, my voice rumbles out with a low growl, I am obviously straining hard to control my anger and displeasure. "Speak, explain yourself if you can, but don't think it will ease your punishment." In stammering run-on sentences, your words fly out of your mouth without pausing for breath. You tell me you KNOW you did the unthinkable, your only excuse is stupidity and thoughtlessness brought on by bliss. You beg me to punish you, to let you make it up to me, to let you show your respect and obedience in any way I can think of. Tears stream down your face as you explain that you are fully away you are NOT my equal and do NOT deserve to call me by my given name. Before you say more, my voice booms out to you. "Stop this sniveling, I understand you made a mistake, I know you did so because passion overwhelmed you, I think more of my little slave than that, but you WILL learn not to allow such thoughtless insults to your Master." With your head still bowed, you see my feet walk by you and to the suitcase on a stand in the closet. You hear the zipper zzzzziiiiiipppppp open and something rustling inside. Again, I am standing in front of you. I grab your hair roughly and jerk your head backwards, tears come to your eyes from the pain, but more so from the humiliation. You see a bright red, rubber ball in my hand. It is attached to a black leather strap. Taking your jaw in my hand, I squeeze with thumb and forefinger, forcing your mouth wide open with a sharp pain that robs the air from your lungs. I force the ball into your open mouth and fasten the strap around your head tightly. The strap pulls your hair and the ball forces your mouth open so wide it immediately makes your jaws ache. You don't even whimper, you just kneel there trying to keep away from direct eye contact with the Master you so adore and that you know you so very much hurt and disappointed. Then I reach into my pocket and pull out a piece of chain about a foot long. At each end are what look like flat roach clips. Fear knots into a hard ball in the pit of your stomach. I roll your nipple in my fingers, tugging it and twisting it to make it hard. Then I open and slowly close the clamp on your nipple. As the clamp closes, it pinches harder and harder, until you can scarcely breath. You would swear your nipple would explode like someone squeezing an over ripe plum. Finally, at long last, the clamp squeezes no tighter. Your eyes widen in terror as you see my fingers squeezing open the second clamp at the other end of the chain. Though you try to control it, a wild whimper gurgles out from around the ball. Again, I slowly control the pressure as it clamps onto your nipple, that much you are grateful for, you can only imagine the pain had I of just snapped them on. Watching fearfully from your peripheral vision, you see me stoop and pick up a wide, flat leather paddle. It is much like a ping-pong paddle, but with a longer handle. Your muscles tighten involuntarily as I walk to stand behind of you, slightly to the side. I lift one boot clad foot and place it between your shoulder blades, slowly forcing you down flat on your chest, but with your exposed ass stuck high in the air. The position is awkward, the chain connecting your nipples digs into your chest and I push harder, forcing you to turn your face to the side. The ache of the ball in your jaws, mixed with the pressure of it being pressed against the floor, combine with the almost unbearable burn in your nipples to make you sob in shame and pain. Lifting the paddle, I bring it down with GREAT force on your left ass cheek. The resounding slap of it colliding with your ass startles you and makes you jump, but my foot bears down firmer into your back. As the paddle hits you, I speak in a firm voice. "You will NOT refer to me other than as Sir, Master or even fucking GOD, but you will NOT call me by anything less." I swing again and bring the paddle down on your right ass. The impact is more than you ever imagined, you have never been hit so hard in your life. The flat surface of the leather paddle makes a smacking sound that reverberates off of the silent hotel room walls. "You WILL remember to respect your Master!" SPLAT! The paddle again takes your breath away as it collides with your soft ass. You can feel your ass reddening and tightening from the blood rushing to the point of impact. Smack, Smack, SMACK! The paddle strikes its terror and pain into you time and time again. Pain is all you know, it is all you feel, it consumes your very soul. Pain, remorse and shame. The heel of my boot digs into your back and the paddle sends shockwaves of pain through your ass and makes the plump cheeks wobble and jiggle. The ball in your mouth has your jaws aching and cramping, while the nipple clamps sting and burn. The complete assault of pain on your senses wins the battle of wills you are fighting and you feel sobs shake your body. You kneel there, half kneeling, half lying prone and your body is racked with sobbing and sorrow. Finally, mercifully, the punishment stops. I pull you gently to an upright kneeling position and with tender fingers I slowly (removing them quickly is excruciating) nipple clamps. Then I gingerly unfasten the gag strap and ease the ball from your aching jaws. I lean down, and lovingly pull you to your feet. I cup my hand under your jaw and tilt your eyes to meet mine. Startled at first and then cringing with shame and even more remorse, you see silvery trails running down my cheeks from free flowing tears. I kiss you lightly on the tip of your nose and whisper softly to you. "Please, my sweet little slave, never make me do that to you again." Pleasing Master I am standing in the kitchen, waiting for master to come home. I have the kids sitting down doing homework, and I am cooking dinner. I usually have it done by now, so Jase can just walk in and eat dinner, but lately, it has seemed like too much work to hurry, so I figure, he can learn to wait. I hear the door close, and wipe my hands on my apron. Going out into the living room, I see the kids run to him. I am happy he loves me, I feel safer then ever now that he says it. He won't let someone he loves go, right? Or hurt them, so I can relax a bit. "Hey honey, dinner is almost done." I say with a smile, pulling a lose curl off of my face. I wink my green eyes and blow a kiss his way, and walk back into the kitchen. "Ok, kids, mom and I have to talk about something, finish your homework and after dinner I want you to take your baths without fighting ok?" Jase says, calling out to the kids. "Yes, Dad" I hear the kids reply in unison before my master comes into the kitchen. Jase walks up behind me and says a bit sternly, "Getting a bit lax in the last few days I see?" My shoulders fall and I roll my eyes a bit as I turn to look at him and respond. "It is cold and snowy outside, I am shopping for Christmas gifts for YOUR family, and I am just falling behind schedule. So sorry, but waiting 10 minutes for dinner isn't going to kill you now, is it?" I say as I slide my arms around his neck. He removes my hands, and turns away. I feel a tension growing in my stomach, I know I have been getting lax, but making love to Jase every night is making me think of him as more of a lover then a master. "Yes, tonight, I know its only Thursday, but I am taking vacation tomorrow, and the kids are going to be at their grand parents all night tomorrow after school, so starting a day early isn't going to be harder. Yes I know not everyone can show up before tomorrow, but I am starting tonight, so when they show they show, I will be ready. Plus, she might break early and we wont have to go through it. OK, talk then" Master finishes and hangs up the phone. Break? Everyone? What was that? I kiss the kids good night, and send them to bed; I curl up on the couch and start to read a book. Master quietly calls out to me, "Slave, come here please." Nonchalantly, waving my hand, I respond to him. "In a sec sir, I'm at a good part" Click. What the fuck? Before I can respond, He's put a collar on me, and not just any collar either, a dog collar! I look at him with a hint of horror on my face. Click. Now He's put a leash on me too! He pulls firmly on the leash, yanking me from the couch. "I said come here!" He says, His voicing raising. He soon is pulling me around the house, on all fours, every time I try and stand, he pushes me back down. "Dogs don't walk on hind legs, dogs walk on all fours and they bark. Bark puppy, bark!" His voice is now cool and calculating, fully in control. "Fuck you, I am not going to bark" I yell up at him, on all fours, hardly a position of power. He tugs on the collar, and laughs down at me, "Yes you will, if you want the punishment to stop." He continues walking me around, and then he looks at makes and me strip, telling me dogs don't wear clothes. I do, and my DD breasts hang down like cow udders, I feel silly, and I say as much to him. "Puppy, if you want to talk, ask me to stop or say anything at all, you will bark first." He says with a smirk. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of making me bark, I know it wont get too bad anyway, he loves me, right? He leads me outside and I see a doghouse…when did we get a dog? I wonder to myself. Before I can protest my lead is unhooked and I am tied to a rope coming from the doghouse. "Oh hell no Jase, I will NOT play dog anymore. HA HA game over, I'm done now!" I cry out, but He is not listening to me now. "No, you will learn your place, you are mine to use as I see fit, now, and until you realize my control of you and start to bark, you will be treated like the animal you are. There are warm pillows and a blanket in the dog house for you puppy, have a nice night, when you bark, I will let you in." I glare at him, but he either doesn't notice or doesn't care, because he just walks away. I am so pissed I can't even talk, let alone bark. I am not his dog, and I refuse to act like one! Going into the doghouse, I curl up on the pillows and cover up with the blanket. I will win this game, and he will realize I am a slave by choice, not because of his command to be one. If he were to ask nicely, I would bark, but to command me like he is, I refuse! I will win his game! I am awaken from my fitful sleep, hearing the bus leave and a thump of dog bowls outside of the door. I crawl out of my makeshift bed, it's cold out here, and so I leave the blanket over my back. Oh God, I think, shuddering at the food I was given, it's leftovers, cold, from what he cooked the kids for breakfast. I turn my nose up and go back into the doghouse. I refuse to eat that slop, or bark now. I am so pissed. The rope is being pulled and I am being drug out of the doghouse. The lead is reattached to my collar and I craw back into the house, knowing happily I had won. "I notice you spent the night outside in the cold and never once barked." He says to me, matter-of-factly. "That's right." I say, smiling happily. "I am saddened to hear that, since the training must continue now. Again, no talking unless it is a bark, you hear me?" He says, looking down at me sternly. I just look up at him and glare at him once again. Iif he wants to keep this up, I will. I will not bark for him! I hear a knock at the door and then it opens, I see about 15 men walk through the door, all carrying various things with them. Some have whips, others have dildos and still others have bags of what seems to be groceries. "Ahh, right on time men, lets get on with it, she didn't break last night." Master says to them, pulling on my lead and pulls me into the bedroom. Only it…it doesn't look like our bedroom…it's changed, there is a cross where the bed was, and there are chains all over the room, hanging from the ceiling, and coming up from the floor. I pause to take it all in, and a large pair of hands pick me up around my waist and I am fastened to the cross. I can see master, sitting in a chair in the corner. I have hands roaming all over my body, and my head is spinning. I have never been used like this, master doesn't share me with anyone, and when he does allow me to put on a show for others, he has a 30 minute time limit. Hurriedly I glance around the room and look at the clock, its 8:43am, I can't do the math right now, so I assume that 9:20 is close to 30 min. I can hold out for that long. After about 20 min. master stands and all the men in the room turn to look at him. "Ok, here is what's going to happen: She is only to be released when she barks, until then, she is to be treated as severely as you desire. If she talks, make her stop, there is only one rule, she is not to be gagged. I want to hear her when she barks, so gags are not to be used." Master says, all the men in the room nodding in agreement. I look at the clock again but now master is taking it away! It is as if time was frozen with only 10 min. left of this ordeal. Master sits back in the chair, his long legs extended out in front of him, crossed at the ankles, he pulls his cowboy hat down over his eyes and folds his arms across his chest. I am taken off the cross and laid on the floor and chained down with my ass up in the air. I am trying hard to see master, but they tie me face down, and I can't look around. The first sensation I feel is someone at my ass opening. Then the emina flows into me, I have had it happen before, and so it was nothing to take it. Then I feel more liquid then ever, I hear them all laugh and notice by way of sounds, they are starting a 3rd bag. It is only ½ empty when they pull it out and replace it with a plug. Oh God it hurts so badly, I want it out of me, but the plug is not letting it go anywhere. My head is jerked off the floor just a bit, and someone goes ‘Going to bark doggy?" I spit at him. And he smacks me hard across the face. The plug is pulled out of me, and I feel the liquid flow out of me, I am trying to hold it in as best as I can, but I am so full, not all of it can stay. I am untied and told to go outside and expel it, so no one has to smell it. I start to walk out, and I am pushed to the floor. "Like a dog, whore" so I crawl outside. The cold air hits me, and tears start to sting my eyes. I crawl as far out as I can and then just let it flow out of me. It feels so good emptying from me, and once the cramps subside, I am relived that I'm sure the last 10 min. should be over by now, and we will all laugh about this. I pick up some snow and begin to clean off, it's cold, but it is wet, so I am getting cleaner then I would any other time outside. I crawl back into the house, and into the bedroom. The men are all standing around, waiting for my return. "Ok, ha, ha, joke is over, let me go now, I am starved." I say, getting up. I am pushed back down on all fours again and my hands and ankles are tied to the floor. I feel the first hit of the canes. They are hitting all over my body, my ass and my legs, my back and my feet. All the men are laughing. "Bark doggy! Bark!" one of the men screams at me and I start to cry. "Master, make them stop!" I plead with my Master, tears streaming down my face. Master just lifts up the hat and looks at me, his dark eyes scanning the room. "I told you, bark and the punishment would be over." He says to me, barely looking at me. He lowers his hat back down and the beating continues. Just when I feel I can't take anymore, they abruptly stop. One of the men, a disgusting, dirty, man, leans in my face. "Bark Doggy", he spits as he speaks, "Bark for master!" "I will do no such thing you disgusting garden gnome!" I spit back at him. I was expecting a slap again but instead, I get his cock shoved down my throat, all the way in. I can smell his ass, and between the smell and his disgusting cock in my mouth, I begin to gag. Before I can, another cock is shoved into my ass. Usually I like anal, but with no lube or preparing, I throw my head back, the cock falling out and scream until no sound comes out. The cock in my ass keeps pumping, harder and harder, as I am trying to force sound to come out of my mouth. "That's it man, fuck her like a dog. Hump her puppy whore ass." One of the men screams to the crowd. All the men are yelling and applauding this man. He pulls out, and I am filled with something else. Something bigger, something…something that hurts so much more. "Master, please, make it stop." I cry out but Jase doesn't even look up, he just sits there. Tears are flowing down my face at an uncontrollable rate. I am sobbing now, begging master to make it all stop. Something is slid into my pussy. I know now what it is, a dildo, multiple dildos. And they are inflating. Oh God, they are inflating, master likes to fist me, and they are bigger then masters fists. Oh God, they hurt so bad! Now they aren't getting wider, they are getting longer. The one in my ass is weaving into my bowls like a snake, and the one in my pussy is moving towards my womb. I have never been so full, and yet, I have never been in so much pain. It feels like I am being double fisted in both holes. "Bark doggy. Bark like a good puppy whore. Bark. Arf arf, " they shout, all the men are laughing. Even if I did want to bark, I wouldn't be able to right now. My brain is trying to understand what is going on, the pain, oh God the pain is so much! "Master please, I can take no more." My voice now barely a whimper. "Bark whore." Master responds coldly and quietly. My hands are untied and so are my ankles. I am pulled, half crawling across the floor. There is a cage, I never noticed it before. I am shoved into it head first and the door slams behind me. The cage is so small I cannot turn around, I am stuck in it. I try and get as comfortable as I can, but with the dildos in me as large as they are, the least I move the better. I finally give in to the fact of exhaustion and curl up on the floor of the cage and drift off to sleep. Being poked with sticks awakens me and the cage is kicked. "No sleep for the slut, no sleep for the whore. No sleep until the puppy barks!" All the men are yelling, I am covering my head and trying to shield my body from the sticks, but every move I make reminds me of the extra large objects filling my holes. "Master, help! Make them stop, please master, I will do whatever you ask, please!" I yell to him, begging now. "Bark" Master says. He sits up and puts his hat on the floor. "All you need to do is bark puppy. Show me you know I am your master/" He says coolly. "Master please, make it stop. Help me please" Tears are staining my cheeks as I cry out to him. I am so close to just doing it, conceding to him. Then the dildos are deflated and I feel relief. I am pulled out of the cage backwards and thrown on the floor on my back. My arms are chained to the floor and my legs are hoisted into the air and hooked to the chains extending from the ceiling.I am hung upside down, and all the men begin to piss on me, one at a time, it is going in my eyes and my mouth. "Look at the doggie, look at it squirm to get away from us. Bark doggie, woof woof, bark like the puppy whore you are!" the men cry out at me. I am trying to scream but every time I open my mouth more piss flows in. When they are all empty, I open my eyes, and master is on the floor in front of me. "Slave, you know I love you, right?" I can not answer, I just let the tears flow freely, I am sobbing like a child now, just wanting held, wanting it all to be over. "Slave, please, this torture is worse on me then it is you. I love you from the core of my being, please, just bark and get it over with" He is whispering in my ear, none in the room can hear what he is saying. No one knows, but he and I. "Please baby doll, just bark" I look weakly into master's eyes. "Arf." I reply Pleasing Master I try my best to contain my excitement when he arrives home, but I can't help it. At the end of the day, I am just like the other two girls: patiently waiting and longing to please him, our master. To anyone outside our home, we appear normal, almost like roommates. Master especially looks normal, with his casual clothes and boyish smile. He looks so innocent and docile. But beneath the mask of normality rests a sexy, dark man who loves to pull our hair and adorn our skin with bruises and bite marks. Even as I watch him arrive home, dirty from a long day's work, I find myself biting my lower lip in anticipation of what he has planned for us tonight. "Were they good?" he asks me before he glances over at the two smiling girls standing next to me. I nod. "Very. I made sure they didn't misbehave or make a mess around the house. They even cooked the meal for tonight." He looks over at them and smirks. "Excellent. I knew I could depend on you. I'm going to shower up and then we can eat." Master quickly disappears into the bathroom, and I order the girls to get on their knees. As per Master's request, they're not wearing anything except for their collars. They look so cute and sexy, wearing nothing but those leather collars. Sometimes I find myself getting jealous of Master, having two beautiful, obedient subs that genuinely love to please him. "What about you, Sandra?" Michelle asks as she kneels before me. "Aren't you going to join us?" "Maybe. I'm more in a mood to just watch tonight." I grin. "If that's okay with him." Once I hear the shower turn off, I order the girls to stay quiet. I don't have to tell them to look up at him because they already know the protocol by now. Whenever he steps into the room, they must have their eyes set on him and only him. Master is pretty lax about this rule when they're eating, for example, but for the most part he wants their undivided attention when he is in their presence. Sure enough, when he steps into the living room and looks down at Michelle and Rebecca patiently waiting for him on their knees, his expression is priceless. "Suddenly, I'm not so hungry," he says in a raspy tone before he turns to me. "What's on your mind?" I try not to smirk too much. "Well, sir, I had a thought. I was thinking tonight I could sit back and watch as they please you? If you'd rather me be part of the fun, I'll be more than happy to participate. But I'd love to be a voyeur of sorts." His grin sends a rush through me. "That sounds really hot." He turns to the girls and simultaneously runs his hands through their long, silky hair. "Did you miss me?" I sit down on a chair in the kitchen and silently watch the scene unfold. Just seeing his excitement and anticipation is enough to satisfy me and fulfill my need to pleasure him in any way possible. The girls nod enthusiastically and lean into his caress while Master plays with their hair. "Very," Michelle whispers. "A lot," Rebecca replies with a heady tone. "Show me how much you missed me. Take off my belt." Rebecca is the first to get to his belt and unbuckle him. Meanwhile, Michelle stays perfectly still until Master presses his thumb against her full lips and pushes his finger into her mouth. "Suck," he says in a raspy tone. Michelle doesn't hesitate to start sucking on his thumb. She looks up at him with hungry eyes as Rebecca successfully unbuckles his belt and withdraws her hands. Once Master takes away his finger from Michelle's mouth, he unbuttons his jeans and zips down his fly to reveal the bulging erection within his boxers. I squirm in my seat at the thought of his hard, thick cock in my mouth. It's my favorite thing to do, honestly, to pleasure him with my mouth and hands. To focus only on him and be his little slut. But for now, I am enjoying the sexy scene unfold right before me, eagerly waiting for more. "Who wants to choke on my cock?" he asks calmly. I fight the urge to raise my hand and yell out me. Maybe he's testing me? Because I could go all night choking on his hard cock as he fucks my face mercilessly. I dig my nails into my thighs and wonder who will step forward to take that honor. I see Michelle lean forward and bow her head down in complete submission. "Can I, Master?" she asks with a shaky voice. "I've wanted to taste you all day." He smirks as he rolls down his plaid boxers. His beautiful, engorged cock comes into view and I find myself grinding my teeth in ardent desire. Master's cock is always so delicious and succulent. When I say I've sucked him off all night, I'm not kidding. Master can go for hours without reaching orgasm, which is good for us because we love nothing more than to fulfill his every dark desire. "Actually, I have a better idea." He wraps his hands around the back of their heads and pulls them closer to him. "The both of you can suck me off at the same time." They seem to love that idea because they don't hesitate to start sucking and licking him voraciously. I watch in rapt attention, ignoring the pounding between my legs. It's so hot to watch these two beautiful girls being so dirty with Master. It's clear that they're enjoying it because they are taking turns swallowing him as much as they can. I can't lie, a part of me is proud that I taught them how to give good head. It definitely takes practice and patience. I can tell Master is trying to keep his cool as Rebecca sucks on his head while Michelle licks his rigid shaft. They are leaving him all sloppy and wet, just the way he loves it. Their sucking noises echo through the silent room, making me almost drool in lust. "The both of you are being so good," he says earnestly. "I think I'll reward you with letting you pleasure each other while I watch." I grin, knowing how much the girls love playing with each other. Master only allows this when the both of them have been exceptionally good. He even let me play with them once while he watched, not doing a single thing. He didn't even touch himself. That was so fucking hot; I lost count of all the times we made each other come. And just knowing that Master was watching every second of it made it that much sexier. Rebecca moans as Michelle literally attacks her; she pushes Rebecca against the floor and fondles her breasts as they kiss each other voraciously. Michelle plasters herself on top of her and grinds her hips against her in apparent longing as Master watches with unbridled lust swimming in his brown eyes. He starts touching himself as Michelle rips off Rebecca's panties and hungrily laps away at her wet mound. "Oh God," Rebecca whispers urgently as she starts to tremble. "It feels so good." Master must be really turned on because he is breathing heavily and watching them with so much raw desire. Rebecca is shaking as Michelle licks and sucks at her wetness. I find myself yearning to touch myself, too, but I'd have to ask permission for that. But that would take away from my voyeurism. "Can I come, Master?" Rebecca asks in a hearty, breathless whisper. "Please?" Michelle adds a finger into her pussy and she bucks, writhing in apparent agony. I know what that's like, to not be able to come until he says so. She is really obedient, though, because she doesn't dare come yet. Master seems to think about it as he stops touching himself to suddenly grab the both of them by their collars and lead them to the couch. He glances at me and I know that I'm being called upon, so I quickly get up from the chair and walk over to them. Rebecca is breathing heavily, trying to control herself. Master looks at me in earnest as he sits on the loveseat and clears his throat. "Make her come," he says. "Hard." The girls are on me in a matter of seconds, ripping off my bra and undies and kissing and biting me all over. I moan as I feel teeth graze my sensitive skin and nails dig into my supple flesh. They know me too well; they know that I love pain, that it sets me off. They pin me down and start devouring me, making me lose my mind. I feel a tongue slip into my aching cunt while a set of teeth bite down on my nipple, making me gasp in surprise and pleasure. I know better than to take my gaze away from Master, though. No matter how delicious it feels, I don't dare to close my eyes or avert my gaze from him. He doesn't even have to tell me that I need permission to come because we've gone through this so many times before. I am his and I will only come when he says so. Even though the pressure is building and tears are forming in my eyes from holding in the pleasure, I don't dare come yet. "Come now," he whispers urgently. "Come for me." My legs shake as I convulse against the heavenly mouth on my cunt. Rebecca pulls my hair and bites my shoulder as I tremble and moan in absolute ecstasy. I am so wet and slippery and so sensitive. I start trashing against Michelle's experienced tongue as she teases my clit with slow, long strokes. I feel as if I'm about to go off again until Master gently pulls her back and orders them to kneel by me. "You're going to watch me fuck her until she's screaming like an animal," Master says. I almost panic. How am I supposed to withhold my orgasm if I just came so easily? His cock is going to set me off, I can just feel it. He always knows what to do to make me beg and writhe. Still, I find myself yearning for his thick cock to enter me. I am so wet and ready. "Get on your knees," he whispers to me as he gets on the floor with me. I turn around and do as I'm told. His large, warm hands caress my body as he teases my cunt with his cock. He rubs himself against my slick, warm wetness, making me close my eyes and bite my inner cheek until I can taste blood. He teases me like this for a few minutes, testing me. He's pinching my nipples and kissing the sensitive arch of my neck, making me even more wet and aroused. I'm not ready for his thick cock to enter me without warning, though. I gasp as he pulls back and slams into me really hard, making my breasts sway. He places his hands on my hips and starts fucking me so hard and fast, I can barely catch my breath at first. My hands are shaking, searching for something to hold onto as he grabs my hair and pulls me back into him, bringing his mouth to my ear. He suckles on my earlobe while his free hand wanders down to my clit. "How many times can you come for me, baby?" he whispers into my ear, making me moan. "I want to hear you screaming." "As much as you want!" I moan out loud. He growls into my ear as his skilled fingers finally reach my aching cunt. His fingers rub the sensitive clit and I buck against him, making him pull my hair even harder. I'm drenched in my arousal and when his mouth wanders down to the arch of my neck, I start to shake uncontrollably, feeling that familiar stirring within my womb. "Master, please!" I beg as I close my eyes and lean back into him. "It feels too good. You are too amazing!" I know that he loves being praised, but it isn't that difficult to do since he is the best lover I've ever had, and will be the best one, no matter what. As long as he wants me, I am his and only his. He grazes his teeth against my sensitive skin and I shiver in anticipation. His finger on my clit is making me moan and writhe in absolute need. "Come now," he says in a taut voice. "Come all over my cock." When he bites down on my neck, I lose complete control. I start to scream out his name over and over as raw pleasure drowns my senses, making me shake uncontrollably against him. He is still fucking me so hard, flickering my clit more gently, allowing the orgasm to spread through my body like a lazy drug. But it isn't long until he lowers me and starts to fuck me from behind so hard, I can feel the entire world spinning and I'm clawing the hardwood floor in earnest, silently hoping that I don't lose it without his permission. "Do you want to come again?" he roughly asks as he slaps my ass. "Show me how much you want it." "Please, I need it!" I scream out loud. "Fuck me harder, Master. As hard as you want!" He grips my hips and pulls my hair so hard, sending pleasure straight to my core. His thrusts become more violent and needy as my legs tremble and I struggle to control my breathing. I love when he fucks me so hard and all I can think about is the present; the rest of the shitty world fades away when I'm pleasuring him and only him. He tightens his grip on my hips and I scream when his hand returns to my clit. "Come with me," he hisses. "Now." I keep screaming as he fucks me so hard and good, I lose track of time as my cunt convulses around his cock. He groans as his thrusts become more erratic and unforgiving. I feel his cock twitch inside me as he finally comes inside me. His thighs tremble against me and I relish in the sensation of satisfying him. There is no better feeling in the world. Once he's done, he slips out of me and tenderly kisses me, making sure to run his hands through my soft hair. I purr into his mouth and smile once he's done. "Thank you, Master," I say with a grin. I smile as he kisses the other two girls. They thank him as well and my smile lingers because even though we may not be normal to the outside world, at least we are content and so happy with each other. No one can take that away from us.