1 comments/ 23921 views/ 7 favorites Stephanie Discovered Ch. 01 By: FluteMaster From her vantage point at the top of the stairs, Stephanie watched the organised calm of the restaurant. To an outsider, it appeared so easy. But to her, it was only that way because she kept an eagle eye on everything. Guests arrived, were taken to their tables, fed and watered and sent on their way. And in everything, they felt like the only people in the place. But although it looked simple, there was a lot of skill and people management. Guests arrived late, or stayed longer than expected. Sometimes, (hopefully very infrequently), there was a problem with the food. And then there were the staff, highly trained and temperamental. Only last week a sommelier had stormed out because yet another guest had spurned his suggestion for a wine and had chosen the most expensive bottle with no regard to its appropriateness. At those times, Stephanie glided into action and displayed the formidable skills that made her so effective. She would approach the scene of conflict and smile. Often, that was all it took; her charming pleasant personality which made people feel extra special. If that failed, then she would just order things better. She had the authority to order what she damn well wanted, and if a customer needed a bottle of expensive champagne to ease their distress, then all she needed to do what give the command – and it was done. She loved that feeling of a problem solved as she walked away, of resolving another difficulty, of being the boss. Of course, it also helped that she was a dream Californian girl. She swam, rode, and watched her weight. But all that was merely looking after the assets that a kind and generous god had bestowed on her. At 5 ft 8 she was already tall, but her 4 inch heels made her legs go on for ever. Her figure was hour glass, with proud breasts that declared her woman hood, and subdued every hetero male in sight, (and not a few of the women). To cap it all, the angels had added blond hair and green eyes. She looked so good, like a model. And she was fucking awesome at her job. And yet, there was a twist in all this. Like the victim of a Greek tragedy, she had been given the world, but not the key. Stephanie was an incredibly beautiful and successful woman working for the family firm. But all the men who had tried dating her had driven her crazy. They either worshipped her, and drove her mad with boredom, or worshipped themselves, which made her want to throw up. She knew what she wanted, but she was damned if she was going to hand it to some jerk on a plate. What she wanted was a man who was confident, in charge, and yet saw deep into her soul. Stephanie was a submissive, but not just that, she was deeply submissive. When she was alone in her room, when she was fantasizing about sex, when she was masturbating and using her toys on her wet cunt, she was the toy to some other person. She was no proud woman claiming sex for herself; she was a submissive slut happy to give her body for a Master or Mistress to own, mark, possess or use to their hearts content. She was tired of having everything, and in her core, she wanted nothing but to serve someone with every fibre of her being. That person, if and when they unlocked this hidden treasure, would find a woman who longed to fulfill another's every dark desire – just to hear their word of praise, there look of love, their touch of ownership. Standing, watching, she noticed a new guest arrive. Something about him was strange, he didn't fit, and yet he moved as if he belonged here, and everyone else was the outsider. Her senses attuned to a potential problem, she moved closer to hear him being greeted. She just caught his reply to the first question. "Certainly. I have a reservation in the name of James, Mr. James." Well, that explained something. His accent was British, well spoken, clear, with a touch of confidence but not arrogance. He was not overawed by the surroundings, but he obviously appreciated the care and attention to detail. He waited patiently for his table to be arranged, and was obviously watching the other diners and the staff. Hmmm, Stephanie thought to herself, he is a watcher. He notices what is happening around him. And he was most obviously on his own. Unusual, but not completely out of place. The restaurant had an enviable reputation for excellent cuisine, and often there would be a lone visitor stopping by on a business trip, alone but keen to sample the culinary delights. Sometimes Stephanie would expend extra effort on these guests. They were usually knowledgeable, polite, and excellent tippers. Spending some time being friendly was rarely a wasted investment. Stephanie stepped up to this Mr. James and introduced herself, holding out a slim, impeccably manicured, hand. "Good Evening. My name is Stephanie Harris. I am the manager here. Welcome to Southern Bay." As she spoke the set script, Stephanie used the close contact to size up her guest. He was 6 foot, slim build, late 40's Balding, with short hair – he wasn't vain enough to try and cover it up. A point to the Brit. He wore glasses and a neatly trimmed beard. Unfashionable, but on him, they worked. Somehow, he gave the impression of being his own man, secure in himself, and yet very approachable. He smiled warmly at Stephanie, his eyes widening at her beauty, but obviously not distracted by it. His handshake was firm and dry, and not held any longer than politeness required. She couldn't help it, she liked him, and smiled right back. She was being put at her ease by a stranger on her patch. That was so unusual, and strangely attractive. And then his voice, directed at her, almost made her go weak at the knees. It was calm, warm and seemed to wrap her in a blanket. "Thank you Ms Harris, it is a pleasure to be here. I have heard such wonderful tales of the food, I just had to pay you a visit." "Well, I hope you enjoy the visit, and I will make sure that all the tales you have heard are proved correct." It was a lame line, but she needed to break off this chat before she ended up taking over. She wanted to take this man to his table, sort out his menu, help him choose the wine, and even bring him the dishes. For crying out loud - she was the freaking manager, not some two bit waitress. But, even so, at various times, she found herself keeping a special eye on Mr. James, just making sure he was being properly looked after. To her pleasure she saw that he was attentive to the suggestions of the staff, and happy to intelligently discuss their recommendations. They all left him with a smile, feeling as if they had been listened to and valued. He really was a most intriguing visitor. He was a late visitor anyway so it was perfectly reasonable for her to stop by his table as he finished off his meal with an Islay Malt. "I do hope you enjoyed your meal Mr. James, and that you will tell you friends of your time here." "Thank you Ms Harris, I will. In fact, I have only one disappointment here tonight." "I'm sorry to hear that, was there anything wrong with the food or service?" She was genuinely shocked, and was ready to lay into whatever misbegotten s.o.b. who had upset this man. "Only that I had to eat this superb meal all on my own, without your charming company." That was bullshit, laid on with a fucking trowel, and Stephanie looked sharply at him. But he was smiling, and it was quite obvious that he was mocking himself and all the bullshitters who tried to worm their way into her panties. She smiled back at him. He was good, this Mr. James, he knew how to have an intelligent conversation, and had a sense of humour as well. "Well, as it is quiet, I suppose I can make up for that by joining you for coffee, if that is acceptable." She smiled and arched an eyebrow, knowing full well that he wouldn't say no. But he did have the courtesy to be genuinely pleased, and be sincere at his thanks. And so, she spent a very pleasant half hour being gently and sensitively quizzed by him. He was knowledgeable, but not afraid to ask if he didn't know. And he seemed to take a genuine interest in her answers. As she talked, she relaxed, for the first time in several years, and she looked younger and happier. She found herself talking about her job, her life, her family. He was so easy to talk to, and to laugh with. He disclosed that he was on his own, on a business trip, and without thinking; she suggested that after the business closed, they went out for a drink. This was a new customer she told herself, and she felt like celebrating. An hour later, they met at the entrance of the restaurant. She was playing hooky, for once letting her deputy close up and set the alarms. She tripped down the steps like an excited schoolgirl and slipped her arm in his. "So Mr. James, come with me, and I'll show you a good time." He laughed, grinning at her own mocking use of chat up lines. They didn't really go far in the end. In the booth of a late closing bar, the real Stephanie came out of hiding. Not entirely – she didn't tell him about the freaky fantasies where she begged strange men to use her as their cum sucking whore. But she told him about how unhappy she was, about what bastards men were. She told him that she was fed up with being someone else's fantasy, but never being allowed to be her own. And he listened, carefully, sitting close and caring. It was all too much. The sadness of keeping all this locked up just broke through. The happy Californian sunny girl mask cracked, and her tears washed out her pain. And he moved from his seat to sit next to her, and he held her to him, and she wept on his chest, a lost little girl who wanted to go home. And as she did this, she felt finally safe. It was so fucking weird, This British guy she hardly knew had opened her up like a tin can, and she was blubbing on his chest. And yet it was a safe and warm and friendly chest. He helped her up and led her outside – throwing some notes at the barkeep to cover their drinks. Once in the cool night air, he held her close in his arms. "I think I know what you need. Will you trust me, and let me show you what I mean?" Stephanie looked at him, puzzled, her heart pounding. He was not being pushy, but there was a quiet intensity about him. "What do I need?" Her question hung, simple and direct, a last puzzle for him to solve. "You need someone who will take charge, someone who will let the real you come out, and who will hold you safe. You have spent your life taking charge, and I can feel the pressure that places on you. I think you want a man who will find the real you." He didn't say anything more – the look of stunned shock gave him the answer he needed. He reached out and placed a hand on her cheek. He cupped it, rubbing his thumb on the soft skin. Like a switch being thrown, her neck relaxed, and her head felt into his palm. He pushed the hand around the back of her neck, gripping her gently. Stephanie felt the pressure, and with it a sense of calm and safety. Her head tilted back in a primeval signal of vulnerability and availability. He stepped forward and kissed her, gently, then more firmly, his tongue working its way into her mouth, until she moaned in sexual need. He had hardy done anything, and yet she was opening up like a slut to him, her cunt getting wet. And she wanted this more than anything else in the world. "You do trust me Stephanie? I will walk you back to your apartment, and I will leave you there if you wish. But if you trust me, I will come into your apartment, and then I can show you what you really need." She didn't need to think about that. She led him the couple of blocks to her apartment, checking to make sure that the doorman took a proper look at her companion, and also checked that she was fine and not under duress. And then, she took him up to her home, her safety, her security, and invited him into her life Once inside the door, he stroked her face again, causing her to blush and go weak at the knees This time, though, he didn't grip the back of her neck, Instead he twisted her hair in his hand and pulled her face to his, bruising her lips with his. He stood back, watching her carefully. She was fine. She was slipping into a place she would later learn was called sub space, but also discovering the ability that an experienced Dominant had to put her in touch with her real self. He stroked the fabric over her full firm breasts, grazing the sensitive nipples. Her breath caught at the spark of arousal of this more intimate touch. Without being aware of it, her back arched forward, offering herself to him. His fingers toyed with her stiffening points, and then he pinched one of them. She gasped, biting her bottom lip and whimpering. But she made no move to withdraw, watching him as a young doe watches a tiger. He pinched the other nipple, another jolt of pain opening the floodgates of her cunt. She was barely remaining upright, her knees threatening to buckle under her. He led her into the living room, and swiftly undid the fastenings of her dress, sliding the thin material off her shoulders and down to the ground. A maroon lacy bra and matching thong were all that covered her now, and they did more to highlight her beauty than protect her modesty. The bra was next to fall, the cool air hardening her nipples even further, drawing up the aureoles in sympathy. Finally, he eased her thong over her hips and down her thighs. And all this time, a part of Stephanie was watching and wondering if this was a the work of some serial killer. But the most of her, the most of her in charge of her body, mind and voice, stayed very still, concerned that this man might change his mind and walk away, leaving her bereft and empty. His hands stroked her nakedness possessively, cupping her curves, sliding into her wetness – her legs parted reflexively as he did that. He cupped her round pert bottom, feeling the resilience of her toned muscles. And all this he did in silence. "On your knees slut. Kneel to me." His words lashed her brain, and cut the ligaments to her knees. She almost fell to the floor – acknowledging the truth of his judgment. It wasn't just that she had let a perfect stranger undress her without protesting. It wasn't even because his undressing of her had left her so incredibly wet and turned on. It was because she knew that this is what she really was, and that he had seen the truth of her. She was so grateful, she almost cried with joy. She knelt before him, and looked up at her Master, eager to please him, poised and waiting for him to command her. "Take out my cock, whore, and suck it." Fuck, after the gentle British tones of the earlier conversations, his harsh commands were even more disturbing and arousing. She obeyed without hesitation. Undoing the zipper of his pants and freeing his hardening shaft. She bent to this intimate part of him, and gently sucked the flesh into her mouth, pushing her self wholly on to him, seeking his ultimate pleasure. He gasped at her readiness to comply, sensing that her submission ran very deep, and that all he needed to do was to gently guide it. As he hardened, he gripped her hair and with increasing intensity started to fuck her gently sucking mouth and opened throat. Her hands she dropped to her sides. She was passive in his use of her, offering no resistance to whatever he desired. But before he gave her the gift she desired, his seed spilling into her swallowing throat, he pulled out. She whimpered in frustration, he was doing so well. Why stop? "You are more than just a slut. You are a cum hungry slut. You have sucked my cock like a common whore. Climb onto that couch and kneel. I am going to punish your arse for your behavior." Oh God yes, she thought, this was more like it. This was a scene straight from her fantasies. Kneeling on the couch, her head bowed down and arse thrust up, Stephanie was now far removed from the capable manager of a large restaurant. She was a beautiful submissive waiting for her Master to punish her. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The blows rained down on her behind, reddening the skin and causing her to whimper. But her pain was sweet and arousing. It was a pain to be treasured, held in, transformed into fierce pleasure between her legs. As he spanked, her back arched, her thighs fell apart, and her sex swelled and leaked its juices down her thighs. Within minutes she was crying softly, but with a pleading voice, begging him not to stop, to punish her to his hearts content. But then, oh god please, to fuck her hard, to use her, fill her, cum in her. She was so close to her climax, he could tell, and he was in no mood to hold back any further. Once she had tasted the pleasure of this, he knew that she would be eager to repeat the experience, and eager to please him in any other way he could think of. He stopped, long enough to pull of his pants and briefs. Roughly he pulled her off the couch and onto the floor, ensuring that she was now lying on her back. She was squirming with need, looking up at him with desperation in her eyes. His authority was now so complete that she didn't feel able even to touch her sex. She was waiting for him, for her Master to possess her. He positioned himself over her young taut body, drinking in the promise of its firm flesh. With his fingers he sought the folds of her cunt, parting the lips and opening the way for his lust hardened cock. For a moment he poised himself, feeling the wetness at her pussy entrance kissing the swollen mushroom of his cock head. And then he pushed hard – driving himself all the way into her moist tightness in one hard thrust. Stephanie felt herself impaled, and screamed – her body vibrating to this brutal talking. Yet her hips bucked up to him and her arms held him tight. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed, he pounded his cock through her enfolding fuck hole. Her legs rose up and enclosed him, urging him to use her with greater force. It was her final despairing cry that pushed him over the edge so quickly this first time. "Oh fuck me Master, fuck my worthless cunt and make me wholly yours." With a cry of anguish, he felt his seed erupt up and into her hungry sex. He groaned as he felt the cum spurt in urgent spasms, filling this young woman. And Stephanie felt his climax, his marking of her so soon after his first drive inwards. And that very suddenness, irrespective of her own readiness, was all she needed. He wasn't making love to her; he was using her as his fuck toy. Her body thrilled and shuddered as she gave a wail of release, clutching him as she was swept along by the tidal wave of her cumming. She was his slut, she was her Master's own slut, and she was lost in the joy of it. For several long minutes, after they had calmed themselves, they lay still, bodies entwined. Eventually, Stephanie gave a low laugh. Her hands stroking the back of her new lover. "You were so right," she giggled "you did know what I needed." Stephanie Discovered Ch. 02 That night, tired and emotionally drained, Stephanie allowed herself to be led to bed. Her last conscious act was to tell Master James that he was staying that night with her, and fuck any thoughts of being a gentleman. She wanted him to hold her, to be with her, to wake up with her. The next morning, Stephanie was conscious of several things. Firstly, there was an incredible sense of well being. It was as if she could see the world more clearly and was more in tune with everything. Last night had been a revelation to her, and she knew at last she had found her core Secondly, she felt excitement at the prospect of what was to come. Master James had shown the previous night that he was experienced and sensitive to her needs. He had not forced her or made her do anything that she wasn't happy with. But what he had done was to help her be herself. She knew that there was so much more to experience, and that this man would be a worthy guide and mentor. Thirdly, when she saw Master James still sleeping beside her, she was suddenly filled with a sense of adoration, of a desire to give herself wholly to this man. She was experiencing that rush of emotion that a submissive feels when she finally finds her place, when she meets the man to whom she kneels. She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips, careful not to wake him. Smiling, a thought touched her mind. She slipped down the bed, trying hard not to disturb him, burrowing under the covers in search of his sex. He was lying on his back, one arm thrown up, relaxed and at peace in her bed. It was therefore so easy to brush her hand softly over his semi hard cock, stroking its silky skin. Curled beside him, she was able to lean over and kiss the skin, touching it gently with her tongue, whispering her sweet breath on it as if to breathe life into it. She rubbed her cheek along its length, purring like a pussy cat, delighting in the feelings of desire this evoked in her. Her sex tingled, and she rejoiced in the gift she was able to give him. Her kisses and caresses were having the effect she wanted, though, and she could feel the hardening that meant joy for her. Her breath held lest she wake him up too soon, she gently lifted the shaft, and slid her mouth around the head, groaning with lust at the feeling of his cock slipping into her. Even asleep, he was possessing her, and it felt so good. She closed her eyes and gave herself to his service. As she tasted him, her stomach fell away with desire; she could taste her own scent on him. What a joy, to be able to use her own mouth to clean this man's cock of her cunt juices. Master James woke slowly, conscious of his arousal and growing need to thrust, to fill, to cum. And then the previous night's events came to him, and he realized that this sweet young woman was even now ministering to him. He bit his bottom lip, aware that she was drawing him deeply into her mouth, moving slowly, lapping the sensitive underside with her tongue. He was a sensualist, needing these slow movements to properly savor the textures of her enclosing. He groaned, lost in the pleasure of this. Stephanie had always loved to give blow jobs, but this was a different sensation. Before, she had been in control. She had loved that feeling that the man was beholden to her for this, that she held his most sensitive area in her mouth, that he was so grateful for this small gift from a beautiful woman. But here, now, she was thanking him. She was grateful for the chance to perform this small service for him. As she pushed his thickness to the back of her mouth, her heart was yearning for him to thrust deeper and harder, to use her until he spent himself. Master James groaned deep his throat. This young lady was obviously experienced, and she was working hard to please him. Gently he placed his hand on her head, stroking the hair, running his fingers through its thickness. She was slowly moving up and down, sucking on the up stroke to increase the simulation of her clutching cunt walls. As she moved back down, she pushed her tongue against the flesh filling her mouth. He clenched his fingers, grabbing some of her tresses, and pushed his hips up, seeking a deeper inward movement. He could feel the tension building up, knowing that he was not far off shedding his ejaculate into her. Under the covers, Stephanie could sense his desire to take greater control, and whimpered. Yet again, his willingness to assert his authority swept her mind of all resistance. Normally she hated the idea of deep-throating a man – seeing it as an indignity that she shouldn't have to suffer. She preferred to be able to retain the choice of whether or not to swallow, depending on her mood. Somehow, that wasn't going to be an option, and neither did want it. She was his gift, his toy, his to use as he desired, and the freedom this gave her allowed her to relax into submission. However, his increasingly harder and more forceful movements were not only opening her throat to him, they were making her sex leak with her arousal. Being face fucked by this man was so freaking sexy, and she couldn't help her need to finger fuck herself. By twisting her body round and parting her thighs, she was able to reach her pussy. When she touched it her eyes widened. She was so incredibly wet, and the tissues of her sex were swollen like never before. She whimpered around the gag of his prick as she brushed the tenderness of her labia, her fingers sliding on the oozing slickness. She quickly set up a rapid thrumming of her fingers, soon poised to fall off the edge into her swallow dive of orgasm. The tension of holding it there while driven crazy by the skull fuck was agonizing though, and she couldn't help swaying her head from side to side with her urgent need to cum. Stephanie's muffled cries and whimpers of need were music to Master James' ears. He could tell that she was quite happy with his use of her, and so he relaxed even more into it, setting a deep rhythm that allowed him to enjoy every inch of her talented mouth. He closed his eyes and focused on fucking her, feeling his cock fill with tension like the filling of a dam. He was now completely lost in this, and thrusting away while keeping her mouth positioned in the best place for him. She sensed a change in his cock, and a shift in his movements. Unlike the previous night, he was going to use her mouth all the way. The thought almost pushed her over, and holding back her release was like holding a white hot wire. And then, she felt the first pulse of his ejaculating, his cock pushed hard into her, his hips steady and demanding, and then the fluid flooded her throat as she swallowed reflexively. This shedding was her own cue to pinch her clit hard, triggering a climax that had her screaming with pleasure, blocked as it was by his twitching rod. FUCK, Master James was in heaven. This little toy was not only proving to be an amazing mouth fuck, but she was now having an orgasm as he fed her his spunk. He swore out loud at the intensity of his shuddering, wishing that this could last for ever. After he had finished, and she had gently licked every last drop she could from his tender organ, she moved back up the bed to lay along side him. She was grinning like the proverbial cat, knowing that he had very much enjoyed her skills; and that pleased her as well. He looked at her and grinned. "Fuck, that was awesome. Are you ok from that? I could have sworn I was half way to your arsehole." "Please sir, I was glad you did. Knowing that you were using me for you own pleasure was amazing. It was like everything I did was for you, but it made me feel so hot." "I could tell. Was I right in thinking that you came yourself at the same time as me?" "Mmm yes I did. It was so fucking good too, like a fourth of July display." Still smiling, Master James gave a mock frown. "Is that so young lady? I don't remember giving you permission to do that!" Stephanie felt the same butterflies she had experienced when he ordered her to kneel. Shit, she thought to herself, he is threatening me for cumming, and I like it! She adopted a little girl look, gazing up at him through her eyelashes. "Oh sir. I'm sorry. I just couldn't help myself, I was so hot for you." "That, young woman, is no excuse at all. You behaved like a slut, and I am going to spank you like a slut should be spanked – on your bare assed naked behind." And swiftly he rolled over, drawing back the covers and exposing her rounded behind, holding her upper body with his. She shrieked her apologies and struggled to free herself, but not too much. The thought of another spanking was just too good, and she made sure that her movements only made it easier for him to reach her proffered arse for his chastisement. In moments, he had her wriggling body just where he wanted it. She was warm, soft and vulnerable, and her rounded bottom was delicious in its offering. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The blows rained down, delivered with a stinging force that made the muscles of her arse rebound and quiver. As he spanked her he spoke, each word reinforced by the sound of his hand striking her flesh. "You will not cum with me unless I have told you to do so. If you do that again I will spank you harder. Is that clear young lady?" After 30 smacks, Stephanie was more than ready to agree. The heat generated was driving her crazy. Not just the pain/pleasure in her arse, but also the incredible effect of it in her cunt. She was turned on by the pain, She was turned on by the shame of being spanked like a little girl. She was turned on by the fact that this man dared to do this without apology. From the wriggling and noises that Stephanie was making, Master James was pretty sure that she was not distressed. However, he slipped his hand between her thighs, and was pleased to see that her wetness was as evident as ever. In addition, as he explored the depths of her pussy, she whimpered and moaned at the feeling of his fingers penetrating the sensitive hole. He set up a slow rhythm, teasing her with his movements, watching her hips buck to his fucking. Stephanie was turning into the most delightful little slut, and she was so lost in the after glow of the spanking that all she could think of was how good his fingers felt. Her thighs slipped apart, relaxed and vulnerable to him. He added his thumb to her torture, grazing it around the area of her sensitive bud. Her voice rose in pitch as she felt the familiar build up of her orgasm. Fuck, she thought to herself, this was so frigging hot, she was being brought off by this guy's hand. Closer and closer her goal approached, and as she felt the familiar tingling approach, she swallowed, and begged. "Please sir, please...." "Please what my dear. What is it that you want?" Stephanie felt her stomach do a somersault. The bastard was really pushing her, but she could feel how good the whole thing was. She had never begged before for this. She had always been the one to choose to give or withhold. To have the tables turned on her like this was awesome. "Please sir, please may I cum?" "So you are begging for this. If you beg for this, do you think I will let you cum?" His question made her feel so dirty for being turned on and it added petrol to her flames. "Yes sir, I am begging you please, please let me cum." Shit, she thought, as the words made her melt inside. Making her beg was turning her on even more. She loved this man for what he was doing, for his ability to make sex so much better- darker, more intense, but better. Master James carried on masturbating her, adding brief touches to her clit – not enough to push her over the edge, but enough to make her swallow in anxiety lest she came without permission. Her pleas became more urgent. "Please sir, please let me cum, pleeeeese". She was sounding like a little girl, and she had never felt so humiliated in her life. She wanted this more than anything, and she knew that this was largely because of his withholding of it. And then he stopped. He stopped, withdrew his hand and said "No, not this time." Stephanie was horrified. She was so close, she had begged, and he had said no. But she didn't feel angry, she felt devastated, she felt like a child who had been promised a treat for being good, and then had been denied it. She sat up, ready to throw a tantrum, ready to fight for this fucking orgasm. "But you promised. I begged you for it, and now you won't let me have it. Why wont you! Why?" Master James watched her reaction, and knew that he had reached a critical moment. He sat back, careful to do nothing that might seem threatening. Mildly he answered her. "I didn't promise you that if you begged you could cum. I merely asked whether you thought begging would make me allow it?" And then his voice hardened, imposing his will. "Let me remind you Stephanie, that you cum when I say so, not when you say so, however much you beg. It pleases me to hear you beg, and sometimes I will grant it when you beg. But it is my decision." His words struck her like a blow, and she flinched, not in fear, but at their force of will. She looked at him, and understood. He was right, and she saw it. His power to excite her and arouse her was precisely because she couldn't control him, even with begging. It was scary, this releasing of that control, but that was exactly what he had done the night before, and she wanted more of it. She dropped her eyes and apologized in a gentle voice. "I am sorry sir. You are right, and it is your decision." Her apology was so contrite, so heartfelt, that he felt his heart melt, but he knew that it was important to reinforce this lesson, and build on it. He reached over and lifted her face with his fingers, and he spoke gently to her. "Look at me Stephanie. I am pleased by your apology, but I am going to teach you how to do that properly." She looked at him, puzzled but open. She was contrite, and ready to do whatever he requested. She was his. "Kneel on the floor in front of me. Then say those words to me again." She slipped to her knees on the floor by her bed, knelt back and, with her eyes again downcast, spoke to her Master. "I am sorry sir. You are right. It is your decision whether to I cum, not mine." And then, the emotions hit her. She was sorry, so sorry, for upsetting this man and getting it wrong and, and, and. The tears came silently at first, and then sobbing heaves, tears of abject sorrow. She felt the emotion so intensely, it was as if she was only now truly alive. He gathered her up, drawing her into his arms, and comforted her with his calm strength. His silent holding of her was all the reassurance she needed that she had been forgiven, and she sobbed freely for a few more minutes before again falling silent. At that point he pulled back a bit and looked into her tear stained face. "Well done my little one. Your apology is accepted." She felt that surge of happiness that comes from being truly forgiven, and she smiled shyly, feeling that there was some hope for her after all. He leaned in and kissed, gently, but with increasing passion. She was a turmoil of emotions – lust, sorry, happiness, but she knew more than anything that she wanted this man, wholly, completely, entirely. She clung to him, kissing him with a fierce intensity. He lay her back on the bed, on her back, and stretched himself alongside her, resting on one arm. She looked up at him, at last patient and accepting of his leading, trust shining in her eyes. He kissed her once, and then his fingers returned again to her neglected cunt. Again, her thighs parted, but this time she half closed her eyes and lifted her hips to him, giving herself to him. He was gentle with her this time, taking his time in building her desire. Her slick wetness aided his passage into her, and she moaned softly at his knowing touch. As he moved harder and faster, she again felt her building orgasm. She wondered briefly whether this would again be stopped before it's hoped for conclusion, but she let the thought go. That was his choice, not hers, and she gave herself to what he wanted of her now. But as the coil wound in her, she couldn't hold back her begging, her pleading. "Please sir, please. Let your slut cum sir. Please sir, please." She was almost plaintive, but urgent. She was rocking her hips against his fingers, driving her own need upwards, even as she held it back until granted permission for release. It was like being stretched, the tension building more acutely than ever before until she thought she must snap He leaned in close, and whispered in her ear. "Yes my sweet slut. Cum for me. Cum for your master". Her eyes widened. He was giving her permission to cum, she was allowed to cum. Her heart soared in gratitude at his gift to her. And then, like a hawk stooping on its prey, she drove herself into her climax. "Oh fuck", she wailed, "Thank you Master, thank you, thank you, thank you." Never before had she experience such an intensity of emotional and physical release. She shuddered and jerked, her body thrown around by the unwinding of her need. She gasped and cried, driven on by his fingers continuing to rub her unmercifully. "Ohhhhhhhh Shiiiiit" With her last despairing cry, she felt the passion peak, and then slowly recede; her body starting to regain some sense of normality. She looked up at her Master, her eyes wide in amazement at what had happened. That was the best fuck she had ever had. She had been spanked, finger fucked, told off and had cried. And at the end of it, she had been given the most amazing orgasm ever. He smiled at her, so happy that she had trusted him, so happy that he had been able to give her that gift of pleasure. "Well done my darling, well done for obeying me." Her breathing barely under control, she reached up to him, draping her arms around his neck. "Oh sir, with a teacher like you, I am going to so love obeying you lots more in the future." And she drew him down and kissed him with a slow lingering kiss that promised she would be a very good student indeed. Stephanie Discovered Ch. 03 Master James was only in the States on business, and was due to fly back early the next morning. When he had a planned a free day sight seeing in San Francisco, he had no idea that his last day was to be spent with a wonderful new submissive, the manager of an exclusive restaurant just down the coast. Stephanie was learning fast. She was learning that she loved being dominated, that she was, at her core, deeply submissive. At the same time, she was discovering the joy of learning to express that submission to a Dominant who knew how to cultivate and cherish her true nature. As Master James showered, she prepared breakfast, pondering the impact he was having on her. For a start, she had found the sex both exhilarating and deeply satisfying. She felt relaxed and sated in a way that was almost new to her. And it wasn't just physical, though in her body she felt more comfortable and sexually aware. Emotionally she was happier, calmer and more focused. Even the orange juice pouring into the glasses seemed to be more real, the colours brighter, the shapes more fascinating. She was still naked, having decided of her own accord that James would prefer her to be unclothed at all times. It wasn't something they had discussed, but it just seemed natural that a man who could se so deeply into her heart should also be allowed to gaze on her body. And more than that, she trusted him, and had done almost from the start. Because of that trust, she felt able to reveal her inner self, and felt equally able to shed her physical inhibitions. So when Master James walked into the kitchen, dressed ready for the day, he stopped and gazed at his pet Stephanie as she busied herself doing some tidying up. She was tall, with natural blond hair down to her shoulders. She obviously worked out frequently because her muscles were well defined, and she moved with a dancer's poise and grace. Her breasts were heavy and full, the aureoles wide and the nipples prominent. For a moment he remembered the way they had hardened the previous night, and smiled. As she moved, her tits swayed gently and enticingly. Her waist was surprisingly narrow, giving her a strongly defined hour glass figure, which in turn emphasized the swell of her hips and the soft curve of her thighs. Her bottom, as he knew from his spanking of her, was firm with a pleasing resilience under his hand. As he had been punishing her this morning, he had been particularly taken with the dimples just at the base of her spine above the tender globes. And, nestling like a shy jewel in the V of her mons, he could see the lips of her shaven cunt, still slightly swollen from their loving making this morning. There was a raw strength and confidence about her which he found exhilarating, and which he also knew made her submission all the sweeter and more erotic. It had only taken the fraction of a second for Master James to observe and appreciate his lover, and in that same moment, she had noticed him standing in the doorway watching her. For some reason she suddenly felt shy, nervous of failing him, of not pleasing him. Yet, before the nervousness could grow into an unspoken tension, Master James broke the spell, walking towards the breakfast bar where coffee, fresh orange and croissants were waiting. "Ahhh, breakfast. That is a wonderful sight. I don't know about you, but I am famished after all our fun and games." He grinned at her, sharing a joke, calmly relaxed as if he were totally used to having his breakfast prepared and served by a beautiful naked blonde. And Stephanie realized that this was what really mattered most to her. He didn't worship her, he wasn't in awe of her, and he didn't ignore her. He just accepted her, as she was, and appreciated her. Inside, again, she melted to him, finding herself smiling at his enthusiasm for the food before him. She stood slightly on tip toe to kiss his mouth, teasing him slightly by rubbing her tits against his shirt. "Well, Master, with your permission, I would like to have a shower. Also, I have a day off today, and I was wondering if you would like some company? He put an arm around her waist and pulled her into him, delighting at the way she molded herself to him. His kiss was longer and deeper, so intense that she felt her stomach flip. She might have tried to tease him with her kiss, but he was reducing her to a quivering wreck with his. Despite herself, she reached up and put an arm around his neck, pulling him into her desire. He broke off the kiss and stared intently into her eyes as if searching out her soul. "My darling. I can't think of anything more wonderful than spending a day with you. As I said last night, I am flying out early tomorrow morning. I suggest that we return to my hotel and check out. Then we can spend this day together while you show me some of the delights of 'frisco." She felt her heart leap at the prospect of spending time with this man who delighted in her sexuality, but also wanted to know her as a person. She had never felt such a need to please a man before in her life, and she wondered briefly if it was because he pleased her as a woman. And then, unbidden, she spoke an idea which now seemed wholly natural to her. "In that case Master, after my shower, I would be grateful if you could choose my clothes to wear today. I want my Master to be pleased with his little submissive slut." Her stomach tingled as she said this, amazed at the way the words thrilled her even as she described herself in these terms. And from the way his arm tightened around her waist and his eyes widened, it was obvious that he appreciated the offer too. "God, you are so amazing," he breathed, "I will most certainly choose your clothing. In fact, I was thinking earlier as I watched you that I would love to go shopping and choose some outfits for you. This way I will have a chance to see what you already have." His hand slid down to administer a slap to her bottom. "So you'd better go now and get ready before I lose my self control and fuck you on the counter right now." She grinned, happy to see his pleasure, and feeling a stirring of desire at the thought of him fucking her roughly in the kitchen before dressing her up as his pet. "Then I will be ready for you shortly Master, waiting do you whatever you desire of me." And with a brief kiss, she turned and ran for the bathroom. He watched her taut body as she left, shaking his head at his amazing good fortune. Standing under the hot jets of her shower, Stephanie couldn't help her arousal as her hands soaped and rinsed her body. Despite herself, her hands became his, the fingers kneading her flesh and sliding into her secret places were his fingers opening her up to his use of her. Her nipples hardened with sudden need as she imagined him standing behind her, his body pressed against her back, his cock nestling in the crease of her buttocks. When she touched her sex, her knees almost buckled with the remembrance of his skillful coaxing of her on the bed, his fingers and words alone releasing her into an orgasm of muscle clamping intensity. Even now, as she slid her own questing fingers into her pussy, she could tell by the slippery wetness that she was aroused and ready for him to fill her with his flesh and his seed. Christ, she thought to herself, I really am turning into a sex crazed nympho for this guy, and yet I want this. She tried hard not to visualize the next morning when she would be saying good bye to her Master, even though she was sure he would be returning. Instead, she set herself to enjoy every minute with him, and to try as far as possible to please him in every way he wanted. Part of her was shocked at how quickly she had changed from being the independent sassy beach rat she normally portrayed. But, her seeping cunt and swirling desire proved that this deep submission was the key to her sexual happiness. Her skin glowing and still slightly damp from the rough toweling, she padded into her bedroom to find Master James already hard at work selecting an outfit for her. He had even set aside a body spray, "Obsession" for her to apply before dressing. With the scent still lingering on the air, she silently picked up her clothes and dressed for her Master. This re-clothing of her body was as erotic as any strip tease, with him watching his choice of garments cover her form. It was if, under his gaze, she was still naked to him, and that the clothes were only a barrier to everyone else's eyes. First there was a bright red thong with detail so lacy as to be effectively transparent, and a pair of smoke grey thigh high stockings. There was no bra, which was a mild shock to her. She had always been self conscious of the size of her tits, and the thought of them hanging free and swaying so that passers by could see the movement made her blush in anticipation. Next were a red camisole and a semi transparent tan blouse, and finally a pair soft leather pants which were so tight fitting as to give the impression she had been poured into them. Finally, on her feet, a pair of red peep toe shoes with 4 inch heels. In these she stood over 6 foot tall, and even without make up she looked stunning, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. She applied a light make up, and then stood as if presenting herself to her Master. The outfit he had selected for her was not the sluttish creation she was expecting from a man, but it certainly did nothing to hide her sex appeal. Master James nodded approvingly, his eyes bright with humor. "Well my dear, if anyone doesn't notice you walking down the street today, they are either blind or dead. Shall we go?" And so it was. Even as they stepped into the sunshine, she noticed men stop a fraction longer than normal to stare at her, sometimes even sneaking a second glance. She looked good, and she felt good, and she knew herself happier than she had been for a long time. They took a taxi to his hotel and he booked out and arranged to pick up his luggage early the following morning. He had a flight bag with a spare change of clothing sent by taxi to Stephanie's apartment block. The morning was mostly past by the time they reached the shopping areas of downtown San Francisco. They stopped at a couple of stores, had lunch, and then shopped a bit more. As they walked down the street chatting and laughing, her arm naturally slipped into his, and they were together as comfortable as any new lovers. The outfits he had bought her so far had been more suggestive than downright slutty; The blouses showing more cleavage, the tee shirts tighter and cropped, the skirts mid thigh. Had he not been there she would have felt brazen wearing them. But with his encouragement, and his obvious appreciation, she was now looking forward to giving him a private fashion show back at her place. And then, in the late afternoon, he stopped outside a pet store, and gazed thoughtfully at the merchandise on display in the window. She was puzzled. She didn't have any pets, nor the time or inclination to keep one. She waited for him to move on so she could show him her favorite ethnic boutique. Instead, he turned to her. "Stephanie. Do you trust me?" "Yes Master James, I do. Why?" "Nothing, just follow me, and do as I say" Even more puzzled, she allowed her self to be led into the store. It wasn't particularly large, and the smell of the animals in their cages was like a different world. He took her to a stand where there were some pet collars and leashes. He eyes widened and her heart sank. What was he going to do now, surly not buy a collar for her? And yet, even as the rational part of her was shocked at the notion, a deeper previously silent part of her hummed with excitement. He had so often referred to her as his pet that the thought of being marked by her Master in this way was enough to make her tremble with arousal. He flicked through a number of the products, and then chose a light tan leather collar with metal studs. He lifted it off and unbuckled it. "Turn around and lift up your hair. I want to try this on you to make sure it fits." She felt a twinge of panic, aware that the male counter assistant had been watching them closely since they had entered the store. "But we are being watched. What will people think?" His voice hardened slightly, not in anger, but in firmness of will. "I don't care what people think. I have asked you to turn around and lift up your hair. You are at liberty to refuse and leave the store, but I will assume that you no longer trust me. The choice is yours." She stared at him, her desires warring with her fears. He had given her a clear command, and yet the choice was firmly with her. This was a test of her submission that struck hard. She thought for another second, and then submitted. Blushing, but with her head bowed, she turned and lifted her hair up, exposing the nape of her neck. And yet, despite the sense of shame at having a dog collar put on her neck in public gaze, she also felt an intense rush of exhilaration. It struck her like a thunderbolt; she was stepping into her Master's will, she was being obedient at a cost to herself, and this pleasing of him was sweeter for all that. When the leather touched her neck, she breathed out a sigh of contentment, feeling as if she had been crowned. Such were her feelings of utter abandonment to him that she was hardly aware when she spoke to him. "Thank you Master for this collar, it is beautiful." When he had fixed the buckle, he gently turned her round to face him. To his surprise, her eyes were wet with tears and she stared at him, her fingers touching the collar as if it were a diamond necklace. He leaned in and kissed her gently. "You look stunning with that collar on my dear, absolutely stunning." He reached behind her as she stood, unresisting, and unbuckled it. From the look on her face he guessed she had slipped suddenly into her subspace, the act of obedience despite her sense of embarrassment being a powerful trigger. "Take this collar from me, go over to the assistant and pay for it. I want him to know that this is your collar." Lost in her world, Stephanie did just that. The young assistant was mesmerized at this stunning blonde buying a dog collar that a man had just placed around her neck. He stared at her tits, obviously hanging free; and he wondered what gift this strange man had to bend such a beautiful woman to his control. He wanted that control as well and he was filled with envy. Once they had paid for it, Master James led Stephanie to one side and again ordered her to turn round and lift her hair. She complied silently, but without hesitation. Once fixed, the weight of it was a reminder to her of her submission, and as powerful a sexual drug as any Viagra. They did no more shopping that day. He flagged down a taxi and took them back to her apartment. Stephanie was lost in her own world, a world where she was at peace, obedient and eager to serve her Master. Inside the door he led her into her bedroom. Carefully he undressed her, marveling at her meek compliance to him, leaving only the collar still on her neck. And then he kissed her. With a moan she folded her arms around him and kissed him back, her arching back and bucking hips a visible sign of her need to be fucked. He lay her back on the bed, and as she waited, her legs apart, he undressed himself. She was so hungry for him, it had burned deep into her soul. She was beyond doing anything except waiting for him to possess her, as a Master possesses his obedient slut submissive. His cock was stiff with need for her as he moved over her, his body arching over her as the sky curves over the earth. His hand felt down to her sex, and found her wet and swollen for him as if they had been fucking for an hour already. There was a whimper from her as his fingers brushed her clit, and she moved restlessly in her hunger. Without a word he placed his cock head at lips to her tunnel, and pushed himself slowly in, marveling at her engorged tightness. Her eyes half closed and her hips thrust up as he took her, her breath a sigh of contentment. In once thrust he was buried in her, and there he paused, watching her flushed face, her naked need for him. But he wanted more. He wanted her in a new way, a way that would feed on her deep submissiveness. "Tell me," he spoke gently, "have you ever been fucked in your arse." Her eyes sprang open at the promise/threat implicit in the question. She bit her lip, torn again by a desire to please and a fear of failure. "I had a boyfriend once who tried it there. It hurt too much, so I made him stop before he got inside me." She swallowed, and continued. "I don't mind you trying, but I might not be able to please you." "Shhhhhh." His voice was soothing. "I suspect that he rushed things and didn't prepare you enough. I am going to show you how good it can really feel." The knowing gentleness in his words relaxed her, and she set her mind to give her Master what no one had enjoyed before. Leaving her temporarily bereft, Master James slipped off the bed and into the bathroom. He returned with a pot of body lotion which he was already unscrewing. He sat down beside her and dragged a couple of pillows down to her hips. "Turn over my pet, and place these under you. Then relax, and let me open you up. If it feels too uncomfortable, then tell me to stop, and I will wait for you to relax again." With some anxiety, but longing for this to work, Stephanie turned onto the pillows, her arse thrust up by the mounded pillows beneath her. When his lubricated fingers first brushed her tight virgin anus, she bit her bottom lip, tensing up against the remembered pain of that once attempted sodomy. But there was no pain, only a gentle feeling of pleasure. Instead of attempting to force their way inside, she felt the pressure of a gentle rubbing on the ring itself. Aided by the cream, the sensations made the pit of her stomach clench. It was similar to a great finger fucking, only darker and more bitter sweet. The forbidden nature of what he was doing added an extra layer of arousal, capped by the knowledge that she was offering him an incredibly sensitive and vulnerable part of herself. But the more he rubbed, the more she wanted him to go further, until she was whispering her need to him. "Please Master, please push your finger into me. It feels so good, I want to feel more of it." At the pressure of the finger tip opening up her sphincter, she tensed automatically, again expecting that knife sharp agony, and hoping to not let it show. And then her stomach fell away, and she gurgled with pleasure. As the finger slid into her depths, she didn't feel pain, only a momentary discomfort replaced almost immediately by the most incredible sense of being fucked in a new and arousing way. In her relief she pushed her arse up to his finger, driving him in deeper than he had intended, but drawing from her a hiss of pleasure. "Ohhh fuck Master. That is so fucking good. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes." The relief at the absence of pain coupled with the incredible sensations of sexual stimulation wiped away any reservations she felt. She turned her head towards her Master and smiled lazily. "Oh Master, my arse is yours. I can't wait to feel your cock inside me if your finger feels that good." "Well patience my little slut. You might think it is a small step from my finger to my cock, but I think even your slutty arse would be able to tell the difference. Wait longer while I get you ready properly." "Yes Master," she sighed, "I am yours to use however you want." And then she dropped her head down and gave herself up to whatever he wanted – content that she was safe in his care. Stephanie Discovered Ch. 03 For the next ten minutes the room was silent apart from the sound of his lubricated fingers slowly but surely stretching open her buttery soft ring. With two of her Master's fingers easing in and out, Stephanie was lost in the sheer pleasure of this. Master James himself was finding it hard to be careful and move slowly. The young woman on the bed was showing all the signs of becoming addicted to anal play, and he suspected that a deep hard arse fuck would set her firmly on that course. But for the moment, he marveled at the way she couldn't help aiding him by lifting her hips to his inward pushing, and giving little sighs and moans like a trainee porn star. He could wait no more. His cock was so hard with need to plunge into this virgin arse that it threatened to break away and do it without him. He coated the swollen mushroom head with some more cream, and once again positioned himself over her. With her anus already partly stretched. It was easy to lodge the tip firmly at the entrance. And then, gradually increasing he pressure, he started to work his thick sex into her tight puckered nether hole. Stephanie's fingers clutched at the pillow as she rotated her hips to ease him in. She was now so desperate that she would have probably killed him had he stopped now. With a groan, he gave up trying to be sensitive, and gave an extra thrust to push himself past the initial resisting ring. She gave a yelp of surprise, and then breathed out as she made the effort to relax her muscles. Fuck, she thought, there was a big size difference between his cock and his fingers, but he was in and it had been nothing like as bad as before. And as she relaxed, the twinges faded, to be replaced by a delicious feeling of fullness, naughtiness, and a downright hunger to fuck. Tentatively she pushed up, and was rewarded by an increase in the sensations. Even better, her Master pushed down steadily until he was buried in her colon and his balls were resting on her cunt. Her voice shook as she tried not to take charge and order him to just let rip and fuck her senseless. "Please Master, I am so ready for you. Please fuck your slut's arse. Your whore begs you to fuck her until she is filled with your cum." The words that would before have made her livid with shame now poured out her mouth and expressed her deepest need. Her hips jerked up and down, trying to pleasure the invader that was obviously so at home in her guts. He slipped his arms under her shoulders, and leaned onto her curves, delighting in her soft welcoming body. He put his head by her ear, and whispered. "Then hang on my little fuck toy, because I am going to ream your little bum hole until you scream with your cumming." At that point he commenced his deep thrusting, letting her clutching star stroke the full length of his cock. All Stephanie would do was whimper and gurgle, her body prey to new sensations that left her breathless and confused. In her head she knew he was in her arse, but her body was reacting with mounting tension as if he were buried tight in her cunt. In fact, it was better than that, because her cunt was being massaged by his slapping balls. Normally he would have been more gentle, more careful with someone so new to this, but Stephanie was making that impossible. She was meeting him thrust for thrust and her head was twisting from side to side as she rode these new feelings to the familiar destination of her climax. "Oh fuck Master, please, I'm going to cum Master, I can't stop it." Her plaintive breathless cries added to his own aroused need to cum. The realization that his collared pet was actually going to cum from this was the final straw for him. Her aroused sexuality from being submissive was incredibly powerful to him, and with a shock he recognized that she was about to milk the cum from his ball. "Then cum my slut, give yourself to me and climax on my cock buried in your arsehole." His words hit home, and with one last thrust up, she let her climax rock through her like an avalanche. Her whole body tensed and shook, and with her eyes tight shut she could see shooting starts exploding in her head. And with her release came his also. His cocked jerked like a machine gun as it spat its jets of cum into her bowels. He felt as if his cock was about to be ripped out by her spasming arse, but it also felt bloody amazing. All he could do was to remain deeply buried in her bottom as he repeated the same two words over and over, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." When he was spent, he collapsed onto her motionless body, both of them equally drained by the amazing sex that had just taken place. Eventually Stephanie stirred, and nuzzled her head against his. "Shit Master. I don't know what happened just there, but I know that a few more time like that I won't want anything apart from arse fucking ever again. Thank you for showing me how good it can be." "My sweet Stephanie. I don't know exactly what I did right either, but I know this, you are one hell of a woman, and being a submissive is turning you into sexual dynamite." Stephanie giggled "Well Master, as long as you supply the fuse, you can set me off anytime you want."