3 comments/ 28457 views/ 3 favorites Sammie Ch. 01 By: Taunus Last week Sammie had a dream. She dreamed that her Master and she were in bed together. The bed was a European king-sized bed, with bedposts. Sammie was often tied to the bedposts in several erotic and submissive positions. This day, however, she was unbound. Aside from the large bed in the room, there was an armoire, a chest of drawers, a vanity table with a stool, and several end tables. The bedroom connected to a bathroom, with shower, toilet, sink, and tub. This was Sammie's world. She was never to leave this suite. Her life was totally to please and satisfy her Master. "I want you to spread your legs far apart," her Master commanded. "Yes, Master," Sammie replied. She rolled over on her back from her original position, on her left side, and lay on her back. From this supine position, she pulled her knees to her chest. As usual, she was totally naked, except for a steel collar. The collar was solid steel, welded permanently. It had a ring for a leash to be attached. Sammie loved having her hands tied behind her back and being led about by the leash. But that was not to happen this morning. Sammie seized the back of her legs and spread her soft, smooth thighs widely apart. Her vulva glistened with the perspiration of arousal and her breath held the faint, slightly-garlic scent of female animal drive and attraction. She surrendered her mind to carnal craving. The bed and other furniture were dark mahogany. The color accented Sammie's oriental flesh, letting her radiate as an ivory orchid on an earth-tone forest floor. "You are not to move or utter a sound, girl!" her Master commanded. He grasped her knees and forced them apart. Her privates were blooming with the sanguine hue of arousal. Spreading her stretched her perineum and her tiny clitoris slipped out of its hood and winked a hot pink eye. Her rosette, a tiny brown star, nictitated from between two glorious hemispheres. "Yes, Master," she answered. No sooner had the words departed her lips than He began to tease and excite her. Over and over the rough blade of His tongue rubbed her areolas. He rubbed her wantonly. Her perfectly proportioned mammary tensed and grew firm with trapped lymph and blood. Her areolas changed hue from umber through sienna to a ruddy ochre, tumescent with an erotic sanguine tint. Her nipples protruded and stood at attention. Then he began to arouse her in earnest. His wicked, sinister, lewd, lecherous lips kissed her breasts. His lustful mouth wasted no time in sucking and licking her teats. Fingertips started from her chest, at the base of her breasts, and probed the inner infrastructure. Fingertips poked, prodded, pinched, and pulled. All along Sammie struggled to remain still. She wriggled a little as fingers poked milk duct, milk sacs, adipose tissue, and mesentery. Arteries and veins bulged and dilated. Sammie gasped slightly as lips sucked nipples now already sore and tender to the touch. "A girl will be punished if she moves," the Master warned. Sammie struggled with her enflamed libido. She was on fire with desire. Her atavistic animal attractions drove her senses to frenzy. Like a plane passenger trying to hold her urine until the "Fasten Seat Belts" sign is turned off, she struggled with her basic animal need. Sammie wanted to seize her Master and kiss Him. She wanted to open her lips and let his evil tongue toy with her sweet, warm mouth cavity. She wanted an upper persuasion to a lower invasion. How she wished for his massive member to glide into her Holy of Holies and fill her vagina with his seed and seminal fluid. "Arms over you head, palms open and upwards girl," her Master ordered. "Let's see you expose those underarms and damp, smelly armpits. No making a fist! Arch your back!" He put her legs on his shoulders, forcing her privates uncomfortably stretched as he bent forward and licked her armpits. He inhaled her pheromones and let his olfactory synergistically induce endorphins to his parasympathetic nervous system. He bend her double. Sammie's long, lean, lanky, lissome legs were taut. Her lithesome, limber, lambent thighs strained under his weight and in the awkward position. Over and over he kneaded her breasts. They were of size somewhere between an "A" cup and a "B" cup; however, with all this attention, they were definitely "B" material. This time Sammie's Master would test her resolve. She was not to move or cry out; she was not to wiggle or shout for joy or pain. He strokes her teats from their base outwards, making sure that the blood gathered in her areolas and engorged them, tumescent with sanguine excitation. Once convinced that her mammary was as firm and plump as possible, he seized the nipples, grasping the areolas between thumbs and forefingers. Sammie opened her mouth and exhaled. She resolved not to move or cry out. Now she realized the test as her Master began to slowly twist her titties. He twisted them from one direction to another, going further each time. He was amazed that she somehow managed to remain still and silent. He could see sweat on her forehead and beads of sweat trickling from her exposed, open, vulnerable, unprotected armpits. Deciding that nothing aside from slapping, pulling, or hard-twisting of her breasts will induce her to cry out and shake in agony and ecstasy, he lowers his glance. At first trying to tickle her by poking the tip of his evil, sinister tongue into her navel, he moved downwards. His chin resting on her vulva, he kissed and sucked her tiny pearl, her comely clitoris. It responded by firming and reddening. Sammie is worried that he has found her vulnerable spot. Now Sammie's Master seizes her tiny clit between thumb and forefinger with one hand and pokes several meaty masculine fingers deep into her vagina with the other hand. Sammie wiggles at the penetration, intrusion, and arousal. "A girl was told not to move or cry out," the Master stated. Now a girl will have to endure some punishment. He went to the closet. Her only clothes were diaphanous, pellucid, gossamer, translucent silks. She had silks of various colors: white, pink, red, green, yellow, and blue. There was even a pongee silk in her wardrobe. She did have shoes as well. They were high-heel pumps. Sometimes her Master would have her wear high heels for twelve straight hours, dancing and standing. She would not be allowed to sit or lie down. The high-heel shoes were a particular punishment. There were other items in the closet as well. The Master came out with a piece of luggage. It was similar to a brief case, except it was narrower and flatter. It was a display case. In the case were various toys for sexual and erotic use as well as BDSM toys, ropes, harnesses, and assorted paraphernalia. Sammie was shown toy after toy. Her almond eyes widened as she wondered how such large, oversized toys might be used. She thought of her tight vulva and her tiny rosette. She knew that her holes could never accommodate such massive members and huge devices. Or could they? At last the Master settled on a huge pink dildo. He smeared ample amounts of K.Y. Jelly on the device and pushed it to her pudenda. "Cry out or move and you will be punished even more severely," He instructed. "Understand?" Sammie nodded her assent. As the vibrator glided into Sammie's pussy, salty tears trickle over hot pink cheeks. The dildo began to vibrate gingerly. She moaned in pain and pleasure. Her Master smiled. She would have a second punishment. She clenched her fists. Quickly she opened her palms again, like delicate flowers to the sun. Luckily the Master had not seen this lapse on her part; he was preparing a second device. This time he was smearing Vaseline™ petroleum jelly on a huge, hard butt plug. It was only with extreme patience and effort that he was able to insert the butt plug. "Relax, girl," he commanded, "Relax or it will hurt and maybe injure you." The black beauty was tapered at the end and tear-shaped or pear-shaped. Once in place, it would only advance until the flat base collar touched her anus. Due to the shape of the device, it would be nearly impossible for Sammie to expel it from her rectum; it would have to be pulled out, seriously stretching her tiny rosette. Progress with the butt plug was slow. "Inhale deeply, girl," her Master commanded, "hold your breathe as long as you can, then completely exhale." She did just that. As soon as she began to exhale the huge black vibrating butt plug was rammed into her rectum, spreading her sweet rosette a maximum. As the Master pinches and twists her tiny pearl again Sammie experiences an earth-shattering orgasm. She writhes and moans as oils of submission ooze from her vagina, drooling over her perineum and pooling beneath the butt plug, which rests on the bed linen. She begs her Master for mercy. "Please help me," Sammie cries as she continues to experience a multi-orgasmic climax. "Please tie me! I can't hold my legs open any longer. Gag me Master. I have no control!" Wet, salty tears flow over crimson, scarlet cheeks as Sammie feels her Master tying her ankles high on the bedposts. She will be suspended for more use and abuse. Sammie Ch. 02 The bedposts were daunting. They sprouted from the bed frame and tapered as they ascended. Each was topped with three large balls, affording a place to wrap a white, bleached cotton rope. The bright white rope contrasted with Sammie's impeccable, flawless complexion and the rich umber of the polished mahogany bed posts and bed frame. The Master worked patiently to bind Sammie's ankles to the bedposts. She was distracted from His artistic rope binding by the undulations of the two oversized vibrators. One was in her vagina, arousing and stimulating her pussy. The other was lodged inside her inner bowels, filling her and massaging her vagina from the outside inwards. The vibrators would pulse together. Then, as if each had a mind f its own, they would oscillate out of phase. As a crescendo the two toys would osculate one-hundred-eighty degrees out of phase, complementing and complimenting each other. Sammie felt the earth move under silk sheets. Her Master was not cheap. The silk sheets were pure pongee silk, made from the weave of the wild silkworms. No domesticated silk would kiss and caress her blemish-free skin. She felts the evening Zephyr cool and refresh her hot stride. Unaware of the ropes' action, Sammie climaxed again and again. Her orgasms ebbed and flowed as tidal waves on pristine, sparkling beaches. Not grains of sand but diamonds seized and reflected the sun's golden rays. Sammie squirmed and writhed, twisting wantonly now that her ankles were secured. Her underpinnings were exposed, vulnerable, and unprotected. He Master could clearly see her oils of submission ooze from her vulva and soak the silks beneath her glorious hemispheres---a carved ivory derriere finer than any that Pygmalion could sculpt! "Bound at last," Sammie sighed. She felt her Master tie and secure her wrists high above her head. Adjusting the ropes added tension and stress. Sammie felt the strain as her buttocks were elevated above the pool of her own honey nectar. Her last orgasms drooled vaginal secretions into an unabashed puddle beneath her ass. She began to realize how carefully she had been bound. The fine white cotton rope did not irritate her smooth skin; somehow the weight was sustained across her wrists and arms. It was uncomfortable but not painful. She felt the urge to come come again on her clitoris and pudenda. "Oh, Master," Sammie begged, "use this girl! Make her sopping wet with her own honey nectar." He removed the vibrator in the front and began to rotate and wiggle her butt plug. Sammie wasn't used to the butt plug. Then she realized that it was rubbing her uterus and vagina from the outside in. She moaned when he discovered her G-spot. He kept up the stimulation. Sammie gasped in disbelief. She was going to climax from anal stimulation. Wave after wave, waxing and waning in her private lunar orb, she came and came, then came even more. It was a virtual tsunami of her libido. Her orgasm face was intense. Her Master removed the large butt plug and brought the display case into her view. Only then did Sammie realize that she had only experienced the smallest of the toys. She knew that her rosette was tiny, tight, taut, and shy. Before submitting to her Master, no one else had ever seen or touched her miniscule anus. Now it had blossomed and bloomed as a dark, secret flower in her private netherworld. She had enjoyed being full and fluxing cum again and again. Now her perspiration of arousal changed its scent to the sweat of fear. Such a huge toy could injure her! "Oh, no, Master, please," she begged. He kisses her pearl and licked it wantonly with the rough blade of his evil tongue. "My God," she gasped, struggling for breath. Sammie could feel the swell of a clitoral orgasm. She had cum from her twat, her butt hole, and now---can it be?---by her comely clit. Teeth teased as lips sucked and kissed her tiny pearl. It became tumescent and ruddy with sanguine arousal. She came again and again. A religious Byzantine mantra worked itself as an earworm: "Again and again let us pray to the Lord: 'Lord have mercy!'" Peals of thunder preceded the lightning flashes! Cause and effect were reversed. The sun revolved about the flat earth in impossible hypocycloids. History became meaningless. Time stood still. Dimensionality was irrelevant. She only knew one thing: "She had to come again." "Oh, Master," she begged, now fully arouse and aware of her bondage. "Permit your girl to come!" "Hold your honey nectar, girl," he commanded as He pussy-spanked her Holy of Holies. She moaned in misery and delight. Again he worked his girl. At last satisfied He commanded her to flood her treasure trove with her ambrosia. She trembled and shook in the throws of an earth-shattering orgasm.