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Submissive Saturday

By: coryree



Brett woke slowly, enjoying the luxury of a weekend morning with no alarm clock and no specific plans ahead of him. Stretching slightly, he enjoyed the feel of the soft cotton sheets against his body, and began thinking of waking Anna to feel her skin against his body as well. With a smile on his face, he began to roll over, only to be caught short and unable to complete the movement. Realizing with a shock that his right hand was tied to the bed frame, he looked curiously at the scarf tied around his wrist and wondered exactly when and how that had happened without his knowledge. With a shake of his head, he reached over with his left hand to loosen the scarf, only to hear a voice from the doorway saying "I wouldn't." 

Brett looked toward the door with a raised eyebrow, only to freeze in surprise when he saw Anna leaning against the wall, holding a short riding crop in one hand, and looking very serious. Wearing a black leather bustier, a garter belt with lace trimmed stockings, and her favorite black stiletto heels, she posed in the doorway. Slowly drawing the riding crop up and down her leg, she said "if you untie that scarf, you're not going to like the consequences. Just lay back and relax. If you do as you're told, this will be much easier." Brett leaned back in the bed, wondering what was coming next, very aroused at the possibilities. 

Anna walked toward the bed, reached for his left hand, and tied another scarf around that wrist. Pulling experimentally on the restraints, Brett found that he had very little movement available. He could move his arms just a couple of inches before the silk tied around his wrists began to tighten and stop any action. Licking his lips, he looked up to see his lover standing at the end of the bed, just watching him. He let his eyes travel over her body, enjoying the look of the leather against her skin, and the way that her breasts overflowed the cups of the bustier. He looked at the skin of her thighs above the stockings, and her bare pussy below the garter belt, and moaned a little as he felt his cock engorging. 

He pulled again against his restraints, simultaneously wishing he could grab her and pull her down on the bed, and enjoying the inability to make a move; relishing the temporary helplessness he was experiencing, not knowing what was going to happen next. He watched as Anna crawled onto the bed between his feet, and moved slowly up the bed, straddling his hips, but keeping her weight on her knees so that she wasn't actually touching him anywhere. She leaned over slowly, her mouth moving closer to his. With every inch, he was more anxious to feel her lips on his, her tongue slipping out to taste his mouth; Brett raised his head off the pillow to speed the process. 

With the slightest little brush of her lips against his, Anna leaned back onto her knees, and looked at Brett as he bit his lip, moaning with irritation. With narrowed eyes, she looked at him, smiling at his continued testing of his bondage, and enjoying his dissatisfaction with her lack of physical contact. Easing back into a sitting position at the side of the bed, she opened the nightstand drawer, and began searching for something. Brett asked "What are you doing? What are you looking for?" With a quick glance toward his face, she murmured, "Nothing. Don't talk." 

Brett waited another moment as she continued to move items around in the drawer, and said "What are you looking for?" With that, Anna stood and turned toward the bed. She looked at Brett, with a very stern expression on her face, and asked "What did I just tell you? We've talked about this, Brett. When I tell you not to talk, what does that mean?" He said "I just..." And then he gasped in surprise as Anna grabbed his hip and turned him onto his side very rapidly. Quickly getting onto the bed, and clamping both of his legs between hers, she kept him turned on his side, and unable to get enough traction to move. With a smile on her face, she ever so slowly dragged her riding crop across his bare ass, and whispered, "I've told you and told you, Brett, but you never listen. When I tell you not to talk, it means don't talk. I told you last time that if you disobeyed me again, you would be punished. Didn't I?" 

Brett nodded mutely, every nerve ending in his body tingling, waiting for what he knew was coming next. Anna clamped his thighs tightly between hers, rendering him completely immobile; she let her left hand trail gently from his hip toward his hard swollen cock. She grasped him with her left hand, causing him to moan with anticipation and then raised the riding crop and brought it down sharply on his ass. The stinging sensation made him gasp for breath, but before he could complete the process, she had brought the crop down on his ass again, and again. Brett could feel his cock throbbing in her hand as she whipped him, and cried out "Oh fuck yeah, baby." 

Anna smiled slightly, and asked, "Are you enjoying that baby? You like getting your ass whipped?" 

Brett nodded, knowing that she was wanted him to speak so that she could punish him more. "I know you like that" she said, as she brought the whip down on his ass again, and again. Brett moaned, and she whispered "I have something else you're going to like too. Just wait until you see this." And reaching into the night stand drawer, she brought out a string of beads that he had never seen before. Wanting desperately to ask where the beads came from, and what they were for, Brett bit his lip to remain quiet, knowing that to speak would bring on more whipping, and as his ass was already burning, he made every attempt to keep silent. 

Anna once again straddled Brett's thighs, keeping him on his side so that she could enjoy the sight of his tight ass and the red welts across it from his whipping. She bent and gently kissed and licked the welts, enjoying his quiet moans and quick breaths. Gently, as she was biting on one mark that ran across his upper thigh, she quickly inserted one bead into his ass. As he gasped in surprise, Anna slid off the bed onto her knees beside the bed, and in one smooth movement, lifted the tip of his cock with her tongue, and then let her mouth slowly envelop the entire length of his hard throbbing cock as he muttered under his breath, "Yeah baby, fuck yeah, suck my cock baby." 

As Brett enjoyed the feel of her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, he thrust his hips toward her face, wanting more. As he continued to thrust his hips, he felt the bulge of the next bead on the string against his ass. With an additional thrust, he felt his cock touch the back of her throat at the same moment that the bead pulled into his ass, and he shuddered with the overwhelming feeling . Anna continued to suck on his cock and he thrust his hips uncontrollably, feeling the beads enter his ass with every third or fourth thrust, each bead slightly larger than the one before. 

Just as the last bead was pulled into his ass, and he was beginning to fill the strain of withholding his orgasm, Anna slowly pulled her mouth off his cock, and stood at the side of bed, smiling down at her lover – tied to the bed, pulling incessantly against the scarves until there were red marks all around his wrists, he was biting his lower lip and breathing heavily, his big throbbing cock lay heavily across his 

stomach, and he squirmed as she watched him, feeling the weight of the beads in his ass, and the welts that she had left with the whip. Anna ran her hands through her hair, and asking casually if he'd like a drink, sauntered from the room, leaving him there helpless and on the verge of orgasm. 

After a couple of minutes, endless minutes for Brett, Anna returned sipping from a glass of tea. Smiling, she held the cup to his lips so he could have a drink, then setting the cup on the nightstand, she crawled onto the bed and straddled his hips, leaning over to finally kiss him, running her tongue gently around his lips, then slowly lowering herself so that her tight wet pussy swallowed his cock as her tongue entered his mouth, she kissed him and squeezed his cock tightly with her pussy. 

Brett groaned as she lifted her hips so that only the tip of his dick was in her pussy. She held that posture as she kissed him deeply, then raising up to a sitting position, she lowered herself again onto his cock, enveloping him fully in her warmth. 

As Anna began to move, raising herself so that his cock was barely inside her, then lowering so that he was completely buried in her pussy, Brett would lift his hips to maintain the maximum amount of contact, and with each lift of his hips, he felt the pressure of the beads in his ass, and the larger handle at the end of the beads pressing against his opening. Brett closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of the entire experience; the restraints keeping him from moving his hands, the welts from the whip still tingling on his ass, the pressure of the beads inside him and the feel of his hard cock inside that hot, wet pussy....and as he thrust deeper into her pussy, and heard Anna call out his name with abandon, he felt the shudders and contractions of her orgasm around his cock, and fought to maintain his control over his own climax. 

Anna smiled at him contentedly, then raised herself so that his cock fell back against his body. With a moan of displeasure, he raised his hips toward her again, feeling the pressure of the beads in his ass with every movement, and wanting desperately to continue fucking, but also needing release from the tightness in his cock. Anna turned the opposite direction, then slid her pussy down over his cock again, but with her back turned to him so that they were both feeling different pleasures and pressures. As Brett strained to maintain his control, Anna reached down between his legs and lightly drew her nails across his balls. With a gasp, Brett thrust deeply into her pussy. 

Reaching down a little further, she took hold of the handle of the beads in his ass, and with a slow, steady pull, he felt the largest bead pop from his ass, causing a wave of sensation over his entire body. He thrust into her again, pulling the bead back into his ass. With a constant mutter of "yeah baby, fuck yeah baby, fuck me harder" he thrust into her wet pussy again and again, while she pulled on the bead, pulling it out of his ass again and again, only to have it re-enter his tight hole with every thrust into her pussy. As she moved to meet his thrusts, she felt her body getting tighter and tighter, the feel of another orgasm coming across her, and as Brett yelled out "fuck yes baby, oh fuck yes." And she felt his orgasm beginning in concert with hers, she slowly pulled the first bead from his ass. 

As he shook with the intensity of the feeling, and continued to moan encouragement to her, she slowly pulled the beads one at a time from his ass, each one causing another surge of orgasm to roll through his body. Brett lay helpless on the bed as his cock throbbed inside her pussy, she squeezed him tight as she pulled the final bead from his ass, and he trembled as the orgasm shook his body, and the last drops of his cum leaked out into her pussy. 

She pulled away and dropped onto the bed beside him, shaking with weakness and satisfaction. With shaky arms, she fumbled with the scarf tied to one wrist, releasing his hand after a moment's struggle. Repeating the process on the other arm, she freed his hands. Brett wrapped his arms tightly around her, muttered "you'll pay for that", and they drifted into sleep.

Submissive Saturday Ch. 01



I was very curious about the lifestyle of the submissive female and how it would feel to surrender complete and total control of myself to a very dominant male. After several days of chatting with various men online, I finally found the male I was after. He was very cocky and sure of himself. I was made to call him Master from the moment we met and was instructed to write to him using only the color pink in my messages. Every time that I forgot, he would make a mark on a piece of paper that was the way he chose to keep score of the number of punishments I was deserving when we finally met in person. We had discussed the form of punishment Master would use and agreed to spanking either with his hand or his belt, as I was eager to feel the pain. 

The afternoon I was to meet him near my house, I dressed with great care. Wearing my tightest blue jeans, no panties, and a button down shirt with the buttons undone to reveal my cleavage in a black lacy push up bra. With that outfit, I also wore a pair of black high-heeled boots that made me stand a couple of inches taller. I felt like the slut Master demanded I look like when he first sees me. 

I pulled into the parking lot of our arranged meeting place and as instructed, greeted my Master with a hug while my tongue played inside his ear. My left hand slide down between our bodies to caress his cock, making it stand up hard as my fingers squeezed the head. I would never have dreamed about being so forward with any man I had just meet but could not bring myself to disobey Master’s commands. With a sharp slap to my ass, he pulled away from me and demanded that I lead him back to my house where he could play with me at his leisure. I was trembling with anticipation, desire and a little fear as I drove home with him closely following me.

Once inside the house, I was ordered to light all the candles I had placed around my home and then Master took me into the kitchen where he backed me against my cabinets and brutally squeezed my 38D breasts in his huge hands after dropping a gym bag he had brought with him on the floor. Even though we had discussed my enjoyment of rough sex many times, he seemed impressed when I moaned in pleasure rather than cry out in pain as he had expected.

“Take off your clothes, slut,” Master commanded. “Unless, I ask otherwise, you are to remained undressed at all times in my presence.”

”Yes, Master,” I agreed as I began to undress for him. My shaking hands made it a difficult chore but I finally succeeded. My shirt was unbuttoned and laid on the cabinet, the black lacy bra thrown on top of it. I leaned over to unzip my boots so I could kick them off and Master grabbed a handful of my hair, tossing me back against the cabinets.

“Stupid bitch,” he growled at me, “ I wanted you naked so I can see what I now own. Don’t ever try to hide anything from me again.”

“Y-y-yes, Master,” I stammered in surprise at how aggressive he had become.

Carefully, I bent my leg so that my foot was touching my ass and reached around to unzip my boot. Now rather than hiding my breasts from his view, I was pushing them out at him. I was looking at my boot because I had to lift up my pant leg to expose the zipper and was unaware of Master’s fascination with my breasts until I felt his lips close around the right nipple. 

Quickly I finished pulling off my boot and standing on one foot, I wrapped my hands around his head, pulling him closer to me as I arched my back against the cabinets. I was moaning in pleasure as his tongue flicked my nipple up and down, side to side. I could feel my breasts getting heavier and fuller as the blood engorged them. Suddenly, the gentle caress of his tongue became the horrible pinching of his teeth as he bite down on me hard, capturing my tender nipple between his grinding teeth. Master knew that I liked having my nipples bitten but this was beyond anything I had ever experienced before. 

“Did I tell you that you could touch me, slave?” Master demanded after he finally released my brutalized nipple from his mouth.

“No, you didn’t, Master.” I replied in a voice that was hoarse with pain and trembling.

“Slave must always remember that she belongs to her Master and is his to do with what he desires but she cannot touch without his permission.”

“Yes, Master, I understand now,” I assured him placing my hands behind my back to better be able to resist the temptation of touching him again.

“Good slave,” Master told me as he once again bent his head to tease my nipples, being so very gentle with the right nipple that he had savagely bitten. The feeling of his soft lips, tenderly kissing the sore flesh soon had me gasping in pleasure again. However, this time I was careful to avoid touching him by grasping my hands together behind my back and pinching them between my ass and the cabinet edge. 

His hot wet tongue curled around my nipple, stroking on it as he placed one of his hands between my legs and started rubbing my pussy through my jeans. I had taken great care to completely shave my pussy as Master had demanded that morning before meeting with him and was incredibly sensitive to his touch. It was not long before my hips were rocking against his hand and I was shivering in delight as he rubbed the seam of my jeans against my hard clit.

“Finish undressing, slave,” Master commanded as he turned his attention to my left nipple. 

I pulled my leg up behind my back so that I could unzip my other boot. This position allowed Master full access to the damp spot that was growing between the legs of my jeans. I regretted having to put my leg down to be able to kick off my boot but was able to trap his hand between my thighs. I squeezed them together as I crossed my legs to be able to place the toes of my other foot against the heel of the boot to slip it off. 

As soon as the boot was off, I slide my hands around the front of me, being very careful not to touch Master as he continued to kiss and tongue my nipples. My fingers shook as they unbuttoned my jeans and slide down the zipper, allowing my pants to fall and puddle at my feet but also forcing Master to pull his hand away from my steaming cunt. When I lifted one leg up slightly to be able to kick the pants off my legs, Master slid his hand against my exposed pussy.

My back immediately arched away from the cabinet, pushing down against his rough callused hand, which was only loosely cupping my pussy. I was whimpering with desire as he continued to tease me by only holding his hand against me. My breath caught in my throat as he slowly slipped his fingers from my ass up towards my clit, dragging his fingers along the opening of my pussy until the rough skin of his fingertips grazed across my clit, sending me into spasms. My hands were gripping the edge of the countertop so hard that my knuckles turned white as my hips rocked and my body shook with orgasm.

Throughout it all, Master continued to stroke my hard throbbing clit and nibble on my nipples, tenderly grinding them between his teeth. I was trembling so hard I thought I would collapse on the floor and I wrapped my arms around Master to keep myself from falling as I kissed the top of his head, the only part of his body available to me in the position we were in.

Slowly my Master trailed his fingers back down tracing the outer lips of my cunt lips, now so slick with my juices. His hand slid down the inside of my thighs to discover that my cunt juice had leaked all the way down my legs. Gently he released my nipple from his mouth, giving it one last kiss as he looked up at me.

“That felt good, didn’t it, Slave?” Master asked me.

“Oh, yes, Master. It is incredible how good you feel to me and how sensitive I am now that I am shaved.”

“Wonderful,” he replied, grinning up at me. Slowly he grasped one of my arms, just above the elbow in his hand and slid his hand down until he had my wrist. His grasp turned painful as he cruelly twisted my arm away from him.

“Did I give you permission to touch me, Slave?” my Master asked me.

“No but I was afraid I would fall, Master so I held onto you,” I fearfully replied.

“Next time, fall but you are not to touch unless I tell you that you can. I warned you once but you could not listen. Maybe if there is more pain attached to the lesson, you will learn quicker,” Master told me as he lead me by my arm over to the dining room table, making me stumble as my jeans were still around one ankle. 

“Undo my belt for me,” Master commanded as he released my arm. 

My wrist was red from where he had held me, a perfect outline of his handprint marring my white skin. Quickly, so as not to enrage him anymore, my hands unfastened his belt as fast as possible. I so badly wanted to caress his body under his clothing and slowly strip him naked, kissing each piece of skin as it was revealed to me but knew I could not touch him or undress him without his permission. To be truthful, at that point, I was afraid to even ask for his permission.

“Now bend over the table. I want you to be resting your head against the tabletop and your ass to be pushed back at me,” my Master told me as he began to slide his belt out of the loops on his pants.

I was trembling in fear as I turned away to comply with his latest wishes. The tabletop felt so cool against my face, which I then noticed was damp with sweat. I moaned as Master pulled my legs back farther by placing his foot on my ankles and tugging until I was spread out as far as I possibly could go. I was surprised when I heard the sound of a zipper coming apart and was going to lift my head up off the table to look when Master’s sharp voice told me, “stay exactly as you are, Slave. You will find out soon enough what I am going to do with you.”

I felt something cool and soft being placed in the middle of my back. “A special treat for you, if you can learn your lesson, Slave,” I was told. Master placed one of his hands on my back just below this ‘treat’ as he called it. I know he could feel me trembling because he leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Are you scared, slave?” I nodded my head, my mouth so dry I didn’t think I could speak.

I heard a loud CRACK as his belt was slapped across my ass but it was a couple of seconds before I felt the stinging burn. To my surprise, Master’s cool hand was rubbing away the sting almost as soon as I was aware of it so rather than crying in pain, I was moaning in pleasure as my hips rolled to the rhythm of his hands.

“Such a good little whore,” Master whispered as he once again brought his belt down on me. 

Every time he would whip me with his belt, his hands would be right there to caress away any pain. Master was always so careful to make sure that he only touched my skin with the leather of the belt. Holding the buckle in his hand to prevent me from feeling the biting pain of the metal against my skin. As this was my first trip into the world of pleasure and pain, Master was very careful not to push me too far as he wanted me to learn to love this world as much as he did.

I lost count of how many times Master hit me to drive home the lesson that I must not touch without permission. After every swat, he would run his cooling hand over my bottom, instantly replacing any pain with the tender caress. My hips kept arching up and back, but whether I was craving the touch of his hand or the touch of his belt, I am not sure. Probably both.

Master finally laid his belt on the table next to my head and ran his fingers over my face, checking for the presence of tears, which continued to defeat him by not appearing before he bent behind me to take a closer look at the job he had done. He lifted my leg and pulled off the jeans that had caused me to stumble on the way to the table before inspecting his handiwork. His hands gently kneading and lifting my ass checks as he commented at how red I was. At times, he would trace a line that he claimed was going to leave a welt with his finger asking as he touched it if it hurt. As I slowly shook my head yes, his fingers drifted between my thighs and touched my hot cunt which he was surprised to find still wet.

“You are turned on by the pain, slave?” Master asked me. “That is wonderful. For most people the pain is just something they must struggle through to get to the pleasure they so crave. It is rare to find a person who can find enjoyment in both.”

Master quickly jammed the dildo he had placed on my back into my steaming cunt, making me shiver in delight as my cunt closed around it tightly. Faster, harder, deeper he fucked me. My bright red ass shoving back at him, wanting more, and craving the pain only he could deliver. With his other hand he stroked the welts that were appearing on my ass. Suddenly, my Master crammed two fingers deep inside my pussy to join the dildo. It felt so wonderful that I stood up, driving his fingers deeper as I came all over them. Leaning against his chest as I shuddered through an intense orgasm, my legs bowing as I continued to ride his fingers. 

When Master removed his soaked fingers, he slide them slowly between my ass cheeks so that his wet fingers touched against my puckered asshole. Making my body quiver, partly in fear but mostly in desire. I moaned quietly as my back arched so that my head slide down his chest until I was looking up at him.

“Do it, please, Master,” I begged him.

“My slave wishes to be fucked in the ass?” Master asked me as he bent to kiss my sweaty forehead.

“Yes, please,” I begged him again.

“Not yet,” Master replied as he stepped away from me so quickly that I had to grab onto the table to keep from falling, pulling the dildo out as he moved away from me. He gave me an evil grin as he walked around the table and sat down.

“Come sit down and talk to me,” Master commanded. “But first you should get a towel to cover up the chair so you don’t soak it with your creaming cunt.”

When I returned from the bathroom with the towel, I made sure my back was to my Master as I bent low to place the towel over the chair. Taking my time to make sure it was folded smooth with no creases and completely covered the cloth of the chair. I could feel my pussy lips separating, offering him an unobstructed view deep inside my clean-shaven cunt. As I had hoped, he was unable to resist such a delightful sight and began stroking me with the fingertip of just one finger. Not probing deep as I wanted but gently stroking me, teasing the opening before slowly sliding down to my hard clit which was throbbing with desire. Just as slowly he would drag his finger back towards the opening before allowing his finger to sink in to just the first knuckle before continuing on to my asshole. I gasped in pleasure as he once again allowed his finger to sink into me to the first knuckle before he pulled out, slapping my ass once more.

“That is for teasing me, whore,” Master said. “Now sit down so we can talk.”

I carefully arranged myself in the chair as I sat down. Making sure that I had slide down enough that Master would be looking at my pussy as I pulled one leg up so that my foot was resting on the seat of my chair. As he asked me questions about my life and job I allowed one hand to slide down my thigh until I was stroking my clit with my fingertips. Allowing my hand to rock back and forth, my hips arching up to meet my fingers every time they grazed on my clit.

I could tell what an effect this was having on my Master as he stopped talking and just watched as my fingers played. Teasing myself over and over until I was moaning. By that time I had given up all pretense of this being accidental and had allowed my head to fall back so that my nipples were also pointing straight at Master. Leaving no doubt how incredibly excited I was as my breasts rose and fell with my heavy breathing. My fingers trailed down my cunt until I was able to bury two of them deep inside. 

My other leg came up until I had both feet on the seat and was able to arch myself up until my ass was no longer touching the seat. I could feel my pussy burning hotter and tighter as I got closer and closer to cumming. With my other hand I reached down to pull my cunt open so that Master could watch as my fingers slammed hard and deep in and out.

“Damn, you are one hot fucking bitch,” Master said as he quickly got up from his chair to come and stand behind me. My head was forced up as he got up tight behind my chair and demanded that I watch. He slid two of his fingers inside my squirming cunt to join mine. I was so full I could feel my pussy expanding as it tried to accommodate all of the fingers inside me.

Our fingers were like rockets jamming faster and faster inside me. It was such a thrill to watch my small hand next to his much larger one. Feeling his fingers slide in deeper and my hand slamming against the outside of my pussy, trying to join him inside those hot sticky depths. Somehow he managed to rub his fingers along the walls of my pussy as he fucked me harder. I could feel them sliding against me, increasing my pleasure as I never thought would be possible.

My hips were bouncing down on the chair and then lifting back up, forcing our hands tighter against my pussy. Our fingers sliding even deeper as my hips lift up. My head arching back along my Master’s chest as I moan uncontrollably. I can feel my pussy getting tighter, getting ready to cum again for him. My thighs squeeze our hands together as my pussy starts to spasm around our fingers.

“Fuck me, Master. Oh God, please don’t stop fucking me,” I scream as my cunt clenched our fingers, pulling them deeper. My hips rocking like pistons against our hands as I cum harder and harder.

“What a cum slut you are,” my Master tells me as his fingers slip out of my cunt. I am lying with my legs sprawled out, hanging off the sides of the chair as I was gasping for breath. My body coated with a thin layer of sweat as I slowly shuddered through the end of my orgasm. I groaned in pleasure as my Master’s fingers slowly stroked up through my cunt lips and touched my clit. 

My Master walked around and sat down across from me again. He sat grinning at me as I lay sprawled in my chair, panting. I was still completely naked and open to his gaze; nothing was covered or hidden from his touch.

“I had no idea you would be as open as you claimed to be, whore” Master told me. “It is a thrill to have someone who is not only willing but eager to learn how to please. I thought as soon as I got here you would have a change of heart and no longer be as open to the new experiences you claimed to crave. Now I need to take a shower to clean up and while I am doing that, I want you to get dressed and go buy me some beer.”

“Yes, Master. What kind of beer would you like?” I asked him as I sat up straighter and prepared to go get dressed.

“You will buy me Miller Lite in the glass bottles, slave. But first, come give me a kiss.”

I rose on shaky legs to give my Master the kiss he requested. As I stood in front of him, he grabbed my hips and pulled me so that I was straddling his legs. I bent to kiss him but he quickly turned his face away so I was only able to kiss his cheek. I was unable to resist and kissed my way across his face to his neck where I licked my way up from his collarbone to his ear. My tongue flickered in his ear as his hand came up to cup my mound, grinding his fingers against me.

As I moaned against his neck, he quickly pulled his hand away from me and set it on his leg with the fingers curled up. I lowered myself until his fingers were once again touching me and begin whimpering because he fingers just laid there, not doing anything to stroke me.

“Ride me,” Master commanded. “ Seek your own pleasure on me but this is the last time you are allowed to use me, bitch.”

With a low growl deep in my throat, I gripped his shoulder with one hand and the edge of the table with the other as I rocked my hips on his fingers. My head was thrown back so my hair caressed my back and fell around my Master’s knees as I moved faster and faster against his relaxed fingers. I could feel the callused pads of his fingertips on my clit as my hips rocked harder and faster on him. My cunt was burning into a tight, hot knot of desire, as I got closer to my release. I screamed out my pleasure as my pussy began to spasm. My head was resting on my Master’s shoulder as I tried to control my ragged breathing. My body once again covered with a thin layer of sweat.




Submissive Saturday Ch. 01



“Now get off me, slut.” My Master commanded. As I stood up to walk away, Master grabbed my wrist with this hand, his long fingers circling my wrist as he stopped me.

“Look at what you did,” Master said, pointing to his leg with the other hand. I could see a very large wet spot staining the leg of his pants. Apparently I had been riding on him so that his fingertips had been stroking my clit but my cunt was grinding on his pants. Pulling on my wrist, Master forced me to my knees and demanded that I clean up after myself.

I fell to my knees with a painful THUD! But I didn’t even notice the pain. My eyes were glued to the shiny wet spot on his pants and on the way his fingers glistened in the sunlight coming through my dining room windows. Bending my head, I first gently licked his fingertips feeling all of my taste buds coming to life as my tongue brought back that wonderful musky salty taste to my mouth. 

Moaning I once again flicked my tongue over his fingers. Grabbing a handful of my hair, Master pulled my head back roughly and forced his wet fingers deeper into my mouth. I could feel the tips of them entering my throat, as he demanded that I clean them better. My tongue was working over his fingers, sliding between them to lick all of the spaces in between as my mouth continued to suck on them. I was becoming so turned on by the taste of myself on him that my hand slid down the front of my body to once again begin stroking my clit.

My eyes were closed as I continued to revel in the sensations. The pain as Master pulled my hair, the taste of my own cunt juices as Master fucked my mouth with the fingers he had allowed me to use and the teasing of my own fingers against my clit. Master noticed my hips rocking again as I sought my release with my own hand and quickly let go of my hair to deliver a stinging slap to my ass.

“Did I tell you that you could touch my whore?” My Master demanded as he once again pulled my head back with a handful of hair and tipped my chin up to look at him after pulling his other fingers from my mouth. 

“No, Master, you did not,” I was forced to answer.

“Who owns you, bitch?” Master asked, demanding an answer as he shook my head roughly with the handful of hair.

“You do, Master. You own me body and soul. I am yours to do with what you desire,” I answered looking up into his eyes.

“Don’t ever forget that,” Master said. “Now clean off my pants then I want you to go into your room. Bend over the bed but do not get on it and wait for me. I want your back to the door so I can see all of you as I come into the room.”

“Yes, Master,” I murmured as my head was pushed down until my mouth was pressed tightly against his pant leg. I opened my mouth and sucked all of my juices out of the fabric. My thighs squeezed tightly together so that I would not be able to touch myself as I do badly wanted to. It was pure torture to be able to run my tongue over his leg, my mouth sucking and nibbling to collect all of the juices I had left behind but not being able to touch myself and too scared to even attempt to caress my Master’s cock which was growing larger and harder beside my cheek.

“That is enough,” Master declared as he pulled my head up once more. “Now pick up your clothes and take them with you to do as I said.” 

I jumped to my knees and began gathering all of my clothes, which were strewn all over the kitchen and dining room area. Once I had them all together, including the boots I had been wearing, I went into my room and tossed them on the bed. Then I bent over and placed my head and chest on the bed with my legs as far back as possible, spread open so that Master would be able to view my pussy and ass as soon as he entered the hallway leading down to my room.

I never even heard my Master approaching my room. The first indication I had that he was even with me was the monstrous dildo that was thrown on the bed, bouncing near my head. My eyes grew huge as I stared at it. It had to be at least 12 inches long and 2 inches wide. My heart began hammering in my chest with fear as I wondering what Master was going to do with that! Never in my life had I seen anything so large and I was trembling with fear at the idea that Master was going to put such a huge object inside of me. Surely it would split me in two!

Master pressed his body against my left leg and bent over me, his hands slowly caressing my body from my ass to my shoulders. He laid his head on the bed near mine and stared into my eyes as he asked me if I liked the little present he had bought me. My attempt at a laugh caught in my throat as I glanced at the dildo once more.

“Relax, whore. I will not push you further than you want to go. This time anyway,” Master said as he followed my eyes to the huge dildo. “If you cannot take anymore, I will not force you. Just tell me when you have had enough but you will be surprised at how much you can handle.”

With that my Master stood up and placed his gym bag on the bed next to me. Putting his hand inside, he opened the bag up far enough so that he could see inside but I was not able to see anything but the side of the bag from where my head was laying.

“This is what you had before,” Master said, withdrawing a blue gel filled dildo. This one was only about 7 inches long and not much more than an inch wide. Remembering how full I felt with that one in the dining room, my fear increased as I once again glanced up to look at the monster that was on my bed. It was all I could handle when my Master had forced his fingers inside me with the small dildo. 

Taking the small blue dildo, Master began to rub it on my body. Starting at my shoulders he slowly caressed down to my ass. I could feel the soft gel filled tip against my tightly puckered asshole but was too tense to allow it entry. Knowing I had never experienced anal sex, Master did not force the issue but allowed the dildo to trail its way down the slick path to my cunt. With a quick almost brutal shove, Master lodged the dildo deep inside of me.

“Now, crawl up on the bed but don’t let the dildo fall out,” Master commanded as he moved his gym bag over to the other side of the bed so that I would be laying on the edge closest to him.

Pinching my thighs tightly together, I did I as I was ordered. I lay on my back with my legs tightly together, knowing that as soon as I opened them, my body would attempt to force out the intruder. Master knelt beside the bed and wrapped one arm under my shoulders as his other hand slid between my thighs to find the dildo still inside of me. Grabbing hold of the dildo, Master began slamming it deeper and harder inside me.

“You like this one in your pussy don’t you?” Master asked me as he continued to fuck me fast. I could only nod as my body moved with him. 

“I should take the monster and fuck your ass, whore”

“No! Oh God, please don’t” I begged him. I was gasping in pleasure as he rammed that dildo in and out of me, harder and faster but also in terror of the one he called the monster. My body was arching off the bed, trying to pull that dildo deeper into my body, wanting to cum for him again.

Suddenly my head arched back and I screamed, “Fuck me, Master. Oh God! Please don’t stop fucking me!” My cunt went into spasms around the dildo as my hips rocketed up and down on the bed, not wanting the feelings to stop. Master pulled me tightly to his chest with the arm around my shoulders as he began slamming the dildo into me until the balls were bruising my outer pussy lips at how hard he was fucking me. Never in my life had I been fucked through an orgasm like this and it seemed to last forever. I was unaware of anything in the world except the way my cunt was clenching at that dildo as it continued to slide in and out of me.

Slowly my orgasm faded and I lay in Master’s arms, trembling. At some point I had wrapped one of my arms around Master’s back and was aware that I was clenching a handful of his shirt in my tight fist. I released his shirt from my hand, smoothing it out and apologized for touching him again without his permission.

Laughing, Master pulled back enough so that he could look into my eyes. “I love it when you lose control like that when you are cumming for me,” he whispered. “When all of your lessons fly out of your head like that, I know you are really having a good time and not faking it. You are one incredible lady.”

My body shivered as Master pulled the dildo out of my cunt. I could feel my juices running down the crack of my ass and wetting the bed as he prolonged the feeling. Rotating the dildo inside me as he slowly slid it out. Listening to my groans of pleasure as he also massaged my clit with his thumb. Finally, it was out. Leaving me feeling so empty and on edge as his thumb had quickly brought me once again to the very brink of an orgasm before stopping.

“Get dressed so you can go buy my beer while I shower,” Master commanded. Pulling me up so that I was sitting on the edge of the bed as he sat down next to me. 

Reaching behind me I grabbed my bundle of clothes and pulled on my socks, pulling my feet up on the opposite leg to slid them on. Then I grabbed my lacy bra and put it on, my breasts pushed forward as I reached around to close the small hooks. I stood up and pulled my shirt on, my hands trembling as I struggled to refasten the buttons. As I bent over to step into my jeans, Master stopped me with his hand on my arm.

“You forgot something,” he whispered as he quickly slid the dildo back into my open pussy. I moaned as I felt him pushing it deeper into me. I dropped my pants back onto the floor as I grabbed hold of the nightstand next to my bed. Using his fingers against the dildo, he gently rocked it into my body a couple of times just to watch my hips pushing back at it. 

“Now, finish getting dressed,” Master told me. He held it inside me with his fingers as I bent down to pull on my blue jeans to hold the dildo in place. As my jeans came up over my hips, Master slid his fingers out of my jeans and reached between my legs to push on the dildo as I fastened my pants in place. He reached down and handed me my boots. I groaned as I sat down to pull them on and the feeling I had as I pulled one foot onto the other leg to be able to zip up the boots was incredible. My eyes were closed as I rocked my hips; it felt so damn good to sit like that. 

“Not now,” Master said as he pulled me to my feet. “You can cum as many times as you like once you get back with my beer.” Pushing me in front of him, Master told me to lead the way back to the dining room so he could put on his shoes and move his van out of my way, claiming that he wanted to watch me walk with that dildo inside me. I was conscious of his eyes on me as my hips swayed on the way to the dining room. I could feel my cunt muscles squeezing around the dildo with every step I took. If I had to walk very far, I would cum again I knew, desperately hoping it would not happen in the middle of my local grocery store.

Once we had reached the dining room, I was ordered to pick up my Master’s shoes and bring them to him where he sat at the table. After bringing them to him, Master demanded that I kneel in front of him and put his shoes on for him. As I finished the job, Master grabbed a handful of my hair again.

“For being such a good slut, you desire a special reward,” Master told me. “Now close your eyes and no peeking,”

I shut my eyes and wondered what my prize would be for following orders so well. I did not have to wait long until the sound of a zipper being pulled down seemed to echo around me. My body was shivering in delight at not knowing exactly what awaited me this time. Would it be my Master’s cock, another toy or something meant to inflict more pain?

Suddenly I felt the spongy hot head of my Master’s cock against my lips as he pushed himself against my mouth. I slowly parted my lips to allow my tongue to slip out and caress him, the tip of my tongue teasing the slit in the head. Keeping my eyes closed, I slid my body forward until my arms were resting on his legs and I was kneeling between them. He pushed his cock forward and forced his way into my mouth. I could feel the head of his cock pushing into my throat and gagged slightly as the head touched the back of my throat. My right hand slipped down to cup his balls as he fucked my mouth, slowly but pushing deeper with every thrust. His cock was slightly smaller than the dildo he had placed inside me, roughly 6 ½ inches long but had to be close to 2 inches wide. I could feel my mouth stretching tightly around it as he continued to push deeper until his balls were pressed tightly against my chin. 

I could feel his precum leaking out onto my tongue as he slowly fucked my mouth. His hands wrapped in my hair so he could control how fast I moved my head and how deeply I took his cock. Anytime I would pause at how deep he was going, he would push down on my head until I had once again swallowed it all, forcing me to deep throat him, as I never had been able to do before. As he would pull my head up I would curl my tongue around him, stroking him with my tongue and lips. Wanting desperately to give him some of the pleasure he had given me.

With a groan, Master pulled himself from my mouth. “That is enough for now. I want to shower while you run to the store for me like a good slut.”

Leaning forward, Master gently kissed my cheek as he stood up and helped me to my feet. Turning me around, he lightly patted my ass and followed me out the door. As the door closed behind me, I double-checked to make sure that I had not locked my Master out of the house. I shivered just thinking of the punishment that would cause!

Walking down the steps of my house, I could feel the dildo shifting inside of me as I slowly walked down the steps. I had to keep a careful grip on the rail, as I was afraid I would pitch forward. My knees were trembling from the feeling of the dildo twisting inside of me with every step and of it rubbing on my clit at the same time. I had no idea how I was going to make it going through the grocery store as the beer was at the very back.

Easing my way into my car, I just sat for a moment. Allowing my body to adjust to sitting again with the dildo inside me. Once I had gotten use to that, I swung my feet into the car with a groan. Oh that felt so good! I rested my head on the steering wheel for a moment to try to recapture my breath. 

Master had backed his van out of my way and impatiently honked his horn as I was still sitting in the driveway with the car not even started! Quickly, I turned over the motor and popped the car into gear so I could back down the driveway. With a quick check to make sure nothing was coming, I backed out into the road and started towards my local grocery store as Master swung his van back into the driveway.



Submissive Saturday Ch. 02



Every bump in the road was sheer torture, making my pussy clench around the dildo inside me. As I pulled into the parking lot, I was glad to see that the store did not appear too busy and parked out as far away from other vehicles as I could without appearing suspicious. Putting the car in park, I rested my head against the steering wheel once more and rocked my hips experimentally against the dildo.

It felt so good that I couldn’t stop and began rocking my hips even faster. I could feel my breath coming quicker and was dimly aware of the windows becoming fogged up due to my rapid breathing. At that point there was no way I could have stopped myself. I could feel sweat beading up on my forehead as I raced head long for the release I knew was coming when suddenly there was a knock on my window that caused me to jump!

“Are you OK?” asked a friend of mine from work as I rolled down the window. I was embarrassed at having been caught but as my clothes were all in place, figured I could bluff my way through this one. 

“I wasn’t feeling too good when I left home but now my stomach aches and I feel too hot,” I stammered thinking it was close enough to the truth

“You really are looking kind of feverish right now,” she said as she reached her hand into the open window to check my forehead. “You do feel warm and you are sweating. Maybe you should park up closer to the building and make sure to bundle up when you are outside.” With that, she gave me a little wave as she headed back to her car.

“That was a close one”, I thought as I put the car in gear and moved to find a parking spot closer to the doors. There was no way I could sit in the car and finish what I had started with her watching out for me and my legs trembled at the thought of having to walk into the store and then to do my shopping! I was so afraid but thrilled at the same time of having an orgasm in the middle of the grocery store in front of friends, neighbors and coworkers. 

As I got out of the car, I grabbed a shopping cart someone had left in the parking lot. I knew I would need something to lean on, as my legs didn’t appear to be too stable right then. I chuckled as I pictured myself taking two steps and falling to the ground, screaming as I came from the dildo rubbing against my clit and deep inside my pussy. What a sight that would be!

Once inside the store, I grabbed up the few items I would need to make a fast spaghetti dinner as well as my Master’s beer. Thankfully I was very familiar with this store so was able to locate what I need quickly. As this was apparently a slow period for the store, I was also able to check out much quicker than I had anticipated and was soon on my way home again.

I nervously glanced at the clock in the car as I pulled into my driveway. No time frame was established but I was afraid that I had taken too long and displeased my Master. Also I had decided myself what to serve him for dinner without asking his preference. Groaning, I pulled myself up the steps to my front door and laid my head against it, resting. It was not so much the weight of the items I had brought home but the feeling of the dildo still twisting inside of me with every step that caused me to lose my breath.

As I swung open the door, I was able to peer straight through the living room into the kitchen where my Master was leaning against the kitchen counters. His hair still damp and wrapped only in a towel around his waist, I don’t think I have ever seen such a beautifully masculine sight before. I just stood there and stared at him, the way his blond hair had darkened from his shower, the hair sprinkled over his chest and running down under the towel, the nipples standing away from his chest like small pink marbles begging to be played with and his long powerful legs, thrusting out from the towel.

“Have fun shopping?” he asked sardonically. 

“Yes, Master,” I answered as I stepped inside and shut the door firmly behind me. Briefly, I leaned against the door and looked at him some more before beginning the slow walk towards him. As I stepped into the kitchen, I set the beer and bags on the countertop so that I could begin to put the items away. 

“Master, would you like a cold beer? I made sure they were ice cold before I bought them.”

“Not just yet, slave. Do you not remember your pledge to me?” Master demanded.

My mind raced as I tried to remember my pledge to my Master. What had I done to upset him this time? I did not touch him when I got home, as I so desperately wanted. I bought the beer he had demanded. 

“No, Master, I don’t remember,” I was finally forced to admit. My heart breaking at the thought of how disappointed he must be with me. I glanced down at the countertop, knowing I would never be worthy of such a Master if I could not remember a pledge that I had just made to him. 

Cupping my chin in his hand, Master raised my eyes to his. “No clothing on the slave. Do you remember now?” he whispered to me

“Yes, Master. I am sorry,” I stammered. “It won’t happen again, I swear.”

“You are learning. That is good enough for now.”

Having remembered my lesson from last time, I pulled my right foot up so that I was able to unzip my boot first. Bending over, my shirt swung away from me allowing my Master to gaze down the front and see my breasts encased in the black lace. As soon as I pulled off my boot, I pulled up my left foot so I could strip it of its boot as well. Now, standing barefoot in front of my Master, I began unbuttoning my shirt as he watched. 

Laying the shirt on the countertop, I reached around to unsnap my bra when Master leaned over and kissed my nipples through the flimsy fabric. I arched my back even further so my nipples were pushed up at him, as he gently loved one then the other with his mouth. As he would tongue one of my nipples his hand would come up to cup the other, his thumb running over the nipple again and again. So desperately, I wanted to clutch his head between my hands and force myself into his mouth but not daring, as I had not been granted that permission. 

Instead, I completed unsnapping my bra and gently removed it. Careful to wait as Master moved from one breast to the other before stripping it away from my body. The feeling of his hot wet mouth against my bare skin had me leaning against the countertop with my hands trapped behind me lest I forget and begin touching him. My hips began slowly and softly rotating, feeling the dildo placed inside me by my Master rocking as I moved. I clamped my thighs tightly together to hold the dildo in place as I rocked against the cabinets. 

Master pushed a knee between my legs and wrapping his hands around my shoulders, forced me to sink low enough so that he could push the dildo into me with his leg. Gently at first, he used his leg to push the dildo into me until he became inpatient with that. Pulling at the waistband of my jeans to tell me he wanted me to finish and my hands quickly came around to unfasten them and let them fall to a puddle around my feet as I used my hand to hold the dildo in place until Master could return his leg to me.

Balancing the end of the dildo against his leg, Master rocked it back and forth inside me as he began to nibble on my nipples. His teeth just lightly scraping against me at first until my moans of passion filled the room. His hand slide between our bodies and he used it to rub my clit as he fucked the dildo in and out of me faster, harder, deeper. My knuckles were white as my hands gripped the countertops pushing towards another orgasm when suddenly Master stopped.

“Finish putting away the groceries so you can shave my face, whore.” I gave a soft cry in protest as he pulled the dildo from my steaming pussy. 

“Well, you can’t hold it in while you are naked and putting away groceries,” he said as he offered it up to my mouth. My mouth opened as wide as possible and Master pushed it in, being careful not to make me gag on it. Slowly he forced my head back further and further as he moved the dildo in and out of my mouth.

“It felt so good when you were sucking me, my little whore,” Master whispers in my ear. “You love tasting your own pussy don’t you? I’ll bet you can’t wait to lick it off my cock.”

I moaned around the dildo that was sliding in and out of my mouth, pressing closer and closer to the back of my throat as I thought about licking my cum from my Master’s hard cock and feeling him explode in my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to taste us together. Gently Master withdrew the now clean dildo from my mouth and licked my lips so he could also enjoy the taste of me before pressing his tongue inside my mouth and tickling the inside of my cheeks with his tongue. 

Grabbing a cold beer from the 6-pack, Master said to me, “Finish putting the stuff away while I go lather up my face. And slave? You need to hurry.”

I danced around the kitchen putting the hamburger in a saucepan on low heat to begin cooking our dinner. I added the necessary spices as I laid out the cans of tomato sauce and paste on the counter near the can opener so they would be easy to find. Turning around, I scooped the beer, salad ingredients, garlic bread and cottage cheese from the counter and quickly stored them in the refrigerator before going to join my Master in the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, I watched as Master finished adding the shaving lather to his face. Laid out in front of him on the counter top was his shaving kit: a razor, his shaving lather and aftershave. There was something so erotic about watching his hands gliding over his cheeks and chin, hiding his features in a thick layer of foam as the candle light from the two candles placed on either side of the sink danced over them.

Glancing up to the mirror, Master saw me watching him. “Come in, slave. I wish for you to shave me now.” With that, Master sat down on the toilet stool with his beer and watched me walking towards him.

“I have never done this before,” I tell him as I pick up his razor and turn to face him. “My hands are trembling and I am afraid that I will cut you”

Placing his hand over mine, Master guided the razor to his face and showed me how to give him a close shave. It was so different than shaving my body. With a woman, you move the razor against the direction the hair is growing but Master was guiding me to shave him with the direction of the hair. I could hear a low rasping sound as the razor skimmed over his face, leaving behind a clear clean path of skin. 

“You don’t have the power to hurt me,” Master assured me as he tilted his head back and allowed me access to his neck. I was staring, mesmerized by the sight of his beating pulse in the veins he had exposed to me when he touched my inner thigh with his cold beer bottle bringing me quickly back to attention.

“Let’s get this finished before the lather dries on my face, shall we?” he asked in his slightly sarcastic tone before giving me one of his rare and beautiful grins. My right hand moved to cup the opposite side of his face as I stroked the razor on his neck. As the razor moved lower, my Master brought the beer bottle up higher until it was touching my outer pussy lips.

Carefully, I spread my legs even wider as I shaved around Master’s goatee. I slightly turned my body to dip my hand into the sink, which was full of warm water. With my damp hand, I caressed Master’s face to remove the shaving lather and to check if I had shaved him close enough. Watching my hand stroking his face as he bounced the cold beer bottle against my pussy was the closest I had felt in peace in a long time. As I continued to tenderly caress the side of his face I looked down into his eyes and could feel my own brimming over with desire, longing and passion for this man who owned me.

Turning his head slightly, Master captured my thumb in his mouth and bit down on it. “Let’s finish this so our games can begin,” he said as he eased the neck of his beer bottle into my cunt. My legs began trembling as the icy cold glass entered me and I softly moaned. Suddenly, Master jammed the beer bottle as hard as he could against my pussy and I cried out in pleasure and pain as the bottle rammed against me, only the neck being allowed in.

Withdrawing the bottle and offering me a drink, Master asked, “What are you cooking for dinner?” 

With a gasp at having forgotten the meal I had turned on, I fled the bathroom to the kitchen where I grabbed up a spoon and begin vigorously stirring the meat I had started what seemed like so long ago. Heaving a sigh at not having burned it, I set down the spoon and returned to the bathroom.

Leaning against the doorframe, I peered at Master and somewhat sheepishly asked, “Do you like spaghetti? I learned at an early age how to make my own sauce and thought that was something quick and simple I could make for you. It is something that can sit on the stove on a low flame for a long time without fear of burning. Once the sauce is done, it will only take a few moments to cook the noodles whenever you are ready to eat. We didn’t discuss it before I left to go to the store but I have not yet added any of the Italian spices so I can change it to something else if you desire.”

“Spaghetti is fine as long as you don’t add any mushrooms to the sauce. I find those rather repulsive and don’t want to have to look at any. Now come and finish my shave, slave.”

I picked up the razor and swished it around in the water to clean any left over bristles. Straddling his legs, I cupped the soft left side of his face so I could tilt his head back. Slowly and gently I dragged the razor over his Adam’s apple stopping just as the razor touched the bottom edge of his goatee. Once again I turned slightly to rinse off his razor before turning his face to the left so that I could shave the right side of his neck. After I had completed the job as best I was able, I leaned over him and intent on grabbing down a washcloth to wash the remaining lather off his face. 

Stretching up on my tiptoes, my breasts were pushed against Master’s head as I struggled to grab a washcloth. Truth be known, I did not have as much difficulty reaching them as I pretended. I was enjoying teasing my Master in this way. Knowing the weight of my breasts were pushing against his face, the hard nipples brushing against his cheeks, chin and forehead as I continued my mock struggle. Finally, I succeed in getting hold of a washcloth and dragging it down.

As my breasts slipped against his face as I settled back flat on my feet, Master opened his mouth and sucked the left nipple back into his mouth. My head arched back as I moaned low in my throat, my hands twisting the washcloth in an effort not to touch him. His tongue flicked the nipple back and forth as he so tenderly held it between his teeth. His hand brought the beer bottle up to my other nipple, the right one that he has so savagely brutalized earlier. I gasped at the feeling of that sensitive flesh against the chilly bottle.

“Please, Master,” I whispered. “I must go and stir your dinner again before it burns.”

Slowly, Master released me from his mouth and removed the bottle from my right breast, taking the washcloth between his fingers as well. Gazing up at me he said, “Go check on my dinner, slave and I will check the job you did of shaving me.”

Quickly I moved into the kitchen once more. I opened the cans of tomato sauce and paste then drained the meat before tossing in the tomato products and more seasoning. In another saucepan, I added broken noodles with a small amount of salt and then made sure the teakettle was full for when Master decided he was hungry. Hastily, I checked the required temperature for the garlic bread and set the oven on as well. Turning the flame down low under the sauce, I returned to the bathroom. 

Master was now standing in front of the mirror, checking on the job I had done of shaving him. He touched up some spots with his razor before motioning for me to step closer.

“A very good job for the first time, slave. I am rather impressed with you.”

Blushing with pleasure at the unexpected compliment, I smiled softly at Master. I was not quite sure how I should react to that so I settled for the smile and a quietly whispered, “It’s my duty to please you, Master.”

“You are very good at pleasing me but tell me, is it truly your duty to please me or a desire of yours?”

“It is my desire, Master. It is an honor to be able to please you in any way you wish, to put a smile on your face, to hear compliments of my performance.”

“Good, slave. Now come wash this lather from my face. It is beginning to dry and itch.”

Standing in front of my Master once more, I carefully dipped the washcloth in warm water and wrung it out before applying it to his cheek. Slowly I drug the washcloth down his face, the heat of the water causing his face to redden as I cleaned him, rinsing the washcloth again and again in the sink. At last all of the lather had been rinsed from his face and he stood looking down at me.

“Does the heat of the water bother your hands, little one?”

“Not at all, Master. I use water much warmer than this when I bathe myself.”

“Let’s just see how much heat you can handle, then.”

With that Master picked up one of the candles that was burning on the countertop. Watching my face, he tipped the candle so that the melted blue wax could run out over my breasts out of the glass container. The warmth of the candle wax caused my back to arch once more, pushing my proud nipples towards my Master. After all the wax had been poured out of the candle Master returned it once again to the countertop before picking up the other candle I had left burning in the bathroom. Tipping it on its side to allow the wax to pour out over my body as well. 

Gazing down at my body as Master replaced that candle on the countertop, I was surprised to see blue and purple wax hardening on my body. I could see the wax trails starting just above where my breasts swelled out away from my body and running down the length of my body. Some of the wax had dripped off my nipples before hardening and even decorated the tops of my feet. 

Soundlessly, I watched as Master brought his hands up to touch some of the wax trails that had turned me into such a work of art. The wax that was completely cooled broke off from my body at his touch but the wax that was still warm molded itself to his desires much as I did. Soon I was covered in swirls of wax that bore my Master’s fingerprints as if he had branded me his.

Without a word, Master picked up his beer bottle and allowed some of the cold liquid to pour out onto my body. I couldn’t help but shiver as the golden liquid ran down my breasts, following the trails left by the wax. My shoulders curled in as I tried to protect myself from the chill. The warm wax made a faintly crackling sound as the cold beer ran over it, freezing any spots that had yet to cool off.

“I can see you much prefer the heat. That is something I will have to remember, slave,” Master told me as he sat down the now empty beer bottle.

I watched mesmerized as his hands came up to cup my breasts, the hardened wax breaking off at the slightest touch, leaving behind skin that was slightly red from the heat. The floor around us was soon littered with flecks of hardened wax and slick with the beer that had ran off my body.

“Turn around,” Master commanded me, pulling on my shoulder as he turned me so that I faced the mirror. I watched spellbound as one of his hands continued to caress my body, causing more of the wax to fall off. His hand trailed lower, moving from my breasts onto my stomach and my head fell back against his shoulder as he reached my soaking wet cunt.

“Play with your nipples,” he demanded in a low tone, pushing my hair aside so he could bit the back of my neck before he sank out of sight behind me. I heard the seat of the toilet being lowered as I watched my own hands come up to twist and pull at my nipples.




Submissive Saturday Ch. 02



I gasped in delight as I felt the neck of the empty beer bottle sliding between the swollen and wet lips of my pussy. Gently teasing me, Master rubbed the bottle from my clit to the entrance of my pussy again and again. Moaning as I pushed back at him, I turned to look at him as I whispered, “Please, Master.”

“Please, what, “Master asked while staring into my eyes. “What does my little whore want?”

“I want you to fuck me, Master, please.” I beg, unable to tear my eyes away from his hypnotic gaze.

“With what, bitch?” Master asks as he continues to slide the bottle in my juices. My back arches every time the bottle touches my clit and I can feel the muscles in my pussy contract each time he teases the opening without ever entering me. My legs are quivering as I try to push down to impale myself on the bottle in his hand.

“Fuck me with the bottle, Master,” I hoarsely beg of him. “Please Master, I want to feel something inside me.”

Gently he pushes the bottleneck into my pussy but as I push down trying to draw in more, he removes it from me.

At my moan of protest, Master laughs. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?” he asks.

“Yes, Master, please,” I reply, “Fuck me, please.”

“Then you must be still and let me fuck you,” he tells me. Gripping my hip in his hand, he pushes me to one side so he can now look over my hip and watch me in the mirror. “You have to stand totally still or I will stop, slut.”

“Yes, Master,” I promise to him as I lock my trembling knees in place so I can’t bow my legs any longer to try to get more inside me.

As Master slides the bottle back into my pussy, I bow my head and grip the edge of the countertop in an effort not to push back at him. I can feel the ridges on the lip of the bottle rubbing against the walls of my pussy as he twists it while pushing it into me so slowly as if to test my resolve not to move. Suddenly, he rammed the bottle deep into my pussy until the body of the bottle was pressed tightly against my pussy.

“Look at yourself, whore,” Master demanded. “Watch how you change as I make you mine!”

I lifted my head until I could once again gaze into my own eyes in the mirror. My eyes looked glazed over and glassy with desire as I once again felt Master moving the beer bottle inside of me. I watched as my face grew flush and my lips parts as I began moaning. My lips turning rosy as I licked them repeatedly as they dried out from my breath panting over them.

Again and again, Master reamed the bottle into my pussy, each time pushing a little harder in an effort to get the entire bottle into me. I was groaning in pain and pleasure, as each stroke seemed to tear me a little more. I could feel my pussy opening with each thrust, following the curve on the body of the bottle, as it allowed a little more in each time. My body went rigid and I screamed in pain as Master finally succeeded in getting the widest part of the bottle inside me.

Quickly, Master wrapped his free arm around me and pressed his face against my back, leaving a trail of tender kisses as his fingers found my clit and began playing with it.

“Shhh, little one,” Master whispered to me. “Just relax, I won’t hurt you anymore. The worst part is over now.”

I was still gazing at myself in the mirror, my mouth open in a wordless, soundless scream and my eyes wide. My entire body shook as I was wracked with pain. It was all I could do not to lift my feet and lash out at my Master to force him to remove the bottle. I had risen up on tiptoes as it was pushed into me and held myself there, in terror of relaxing my muscles so that I once again stood flat footed for fear of pushing the bottle in any deeper.

Still murmuring words of encouragement, Master bent his head even lower and flicked his tongue across my asshole. A moan of delight overtook me to feel his hot tongue sliding over my ass. His fingers still rubbing my clit in the circular motion as his tongue pressed against me, intent on getting inside. My muscles had yet to relax though and no matter how hard he pushed against me, my rosebud was firmly closed to him.

Gently he removed the bottle from my bruised cunt and I slowly sank back to rest on my heels. Master kept licking my ass as he rubbed my clit until finally my muscles relaxed enough to allow him to push his long hot tongue into me. I could feel his tongue wiggling deep inside me and arched my back, pressing towards him so he could get deeper. 

I wanted to cry as he pulled his tongue out of me but he bent lower to run his broad flat tongue over my pussy. So tenderly he curled his tongue around the opening of my cunt, being so gentle with the bruised and sore flesh there before sliding his tongue inside. The feeling of his tongue so softly caressing me was making me moan in pleasure as his fingers continued to rub my clit.

As soon as Master felt my hips rocking back at him, he pulled away from me. Turning me around, he rained kisses down all over my stomach before standing before me. Gazing down into my eyes, Master stroked my face and whispered, “Let’s go to bed, pet.”

Leading me from the bathroom holding my hand, Master stopped at the stove long enough to allow me to stir the sauce, place a lid on it and turn it off. The only thing left on was the oven so that it would not have to preheat again later. As I completed the last of my duties for dinner, I turned to Master once more and he again took my hand to lead me to my bedroom.

Once in my room, Master placed the lit candles on my nightstand and helped me to lie on the bed. The heat in his eyes as he stood over me, trailing his fingers down my body was soon causing me to squirm. As his fingers dipped again and again into the wetness between my thighs, my hips would arch off the bed and my hands would claw into the bedspread at my sides.

Slowly Master sat on the bed next to me and watched as his fingers slid inside my pussy. My thighs squeezed together as he pushed his two fingers as deep as possible and then began wiggling his fingers, almost as if he was trying to tickle the walls of my pussy. Moving so slowly and gently so as not to cause any more pain to my already tender flesh. 

Holding his fingers at an angle so they would rub against the walls of my pussy in an effort to find my G-spot, Master began stroking his fingers in and out of me. As the first groan was tore from my throat again, my Master smiled down at me then lay so his head was resting on my thigh and he could watch his fingers entering my pussy more closely. 

My hips arched up with every gentle stroke of his fingers. My head was tossing back and forth on the pillows as I moved quickly towards another orgasm. My fingers were gripping the bedspread so tightly so as not to touch Master. As his thumb stroked across my extended clit, my pussy clenched his fingers and I began begging him. “Oh, God, Master. I want to cum for you. Please, let me cum.”

Lifting his head to look into my eyes, Master again rubbed his thumb over my hard clit. My back arched so that my pussy was pressed down against his hand and my neck was exposed as my head pushed deeper into the pillows. Lower his head once more; Master flicked his tongue over my clit. I couldn’t stop myself as my hands came down to grip the back of his head, pushing him tightly against my pussy as my hips began bouncing on the bed. 

Master began fucking me harder and faster with his fingers, adding another so that now I had three ramming into me. His tongue licking my clit repeatedly as I thrashed under him, begging for my release. When his lips closed around my clit and he started sucking on it, I could hold back no longer and came all over his hand as I screamed out my pleasure. 

Slowly I drifted back to earth from the heavens where my Master had sent me. Pulling his head from between my thighs, he slowly withdrew his fingers despite my moaned protests and offered them to my mouth. When my tongue began licking one finger, he moved up so that he could help me clean his fingers. Soon our tongues were dancing together, stroking each other’s as we playful fought over his cum soaked fingers.

At last, his fingers were clean and he stroked my hair as he looked down at my face. His fingers felt cool as they pushed my hair back from my forehead so he could lightly kiss me there. His other hand stroked down the outside of my body, from my shoulder to my ribs, along the curve of my hip to the outside of my thigh. His hand slowly drifted back up my hip to trail along my ass as his hand dropped to the bed.

“Now, its time for the Monster,” Master announced as he showed me the dildo he had picked up off the bed. 

I knew the fear I felt must have been clearly visible in my eyes but I didn’t dare cringe away from my Master as he lowered the monster between my thighs. I quickly sucked in a breath as I felt the head of that huge dildo touching my pussy lips and my body involuntarily tightened up. I could feel my body trembling but wasn’t sure if it was the aftershocks of my last orgasm or in fear of what was about to happen.

“Monster always gets what he wants,” Master whispered to me. “Are you sure you want to fight against him? It’ll just make it hurt that much more.”

Slowly I struggled to relax my body as Master pushed the dildo against the opening to my pussy. The dildo was shaped exactly like a real dick and I could feel the head entering my pussy. As the ridge around the head popped inside me, my legs began shaking. I knew that even as stretched as I felt, more was coming because the dildo became thicker as it reached the base. 

Almost gently, Master continued the steady pressure that pushed Monster deeper inside me. When it was about half way inside me, my thighs closed trying to keep him from pushing anymore into me. I needed to have some time to adjust to what was currently there. It was so much thicker than anything I had ever held inside me before.

Bending down to kiss my lips, Master told me “Relax, my little whore. I will wait until you are ready for more.”

With that he began pulling the dildo out of me and slowly sliding it back in. At first my body tightened up every time he pushed Monster back into me out of fear that he would force me to take more than I was ready for but Master continued slowly fucking me at the depth I had readily accepted. Soon I was groaning in passion as my thighs parted again and my hips rocked up to meet his thrusts, eager for more of the Monster.

“Please, Master,” I panted. My hands reach down between my thighs to wrap around his wrist, trying to pull more of the dildo inside me.

“Ready for more, pet?” Master asks looking down into my eyes.

“Yes, Master,” I groaned arching my hips higher off the bed.

Twisting his hand to rotate the dildo, Master began fucking me with Monster. Every thrust, he would push more inside me. My hips were bouncing of the bed meeting the rhythm he had set until I pushed the tempo faster when my body started shaking with another orgasm. 

Rather than stopping what he was doing to let me ride out my orgasm, Master kept fucking me with his huge toy. Still going deeper with every stroke until by the end of my orgasm, the entire length was buried inside me. I lay quivering in his arms as the dildo slipped in and out of my wet pussy. Moving so slowly at first but picking up speed as I began responding once more.

I lost count of how many orgasms Master granted me before finally withdrawing the Monster from my steaming cunt. Master stood once more to look down at me, smiling at what he saw. I was covered in sweat and cum drenched the bed underneath me. My hair was a tangled mess from tossing my head back and forth so much. My lips were dry from all the panting and moaning I had done but rosy from the way I constantly licked them. My body flushed with passion. My nipples still hard and my tits heaving as I tried to control my breathing again. My eyes were glassy with desire and fulfillment. 

“Come now, pet.” Master said as he offered me his hand. “It’s time for you to fix my dinner.”

I placed my hand in Master’s, allowing him to help me from the bed. I stood before him on shaky legs that seemed too weak to hold me as he wrapped his arms around me, forcing me to lean on him until I was ready to stand on my own. Once I was ready and able to stand by myself, Master took my small hand in his larger one and led me back into the kitchen.

Still holding my hand, Master and I together refilled the teakettle to begin boiling water for the spaghetti noodles. He turned the burner on the lowest possible setting and led me to the bathroom where he started a shower for us. After sitting me on the toilet, he adjusted the water in the tub and helped me to climb in. As I stood under the warm spray, Master slowly undressed and joined me in the water.

Tilting my head back he began massaging my scalp, working the water down to the roots so he could wash my hair. Being physically exhausted all ready from sex, I leaned against him and closed my eyes, enjoying the warm water as it cascaded down my body and the feeling of my Master’s large powerful fingers caressing my scalp.

Pulling me towards him, Master moved my head out of the spray and began lathering up my long hair. Piling all my hair on top of my head as his hands worked the shampoo in then pulling my hair down again to rub the shampoo into the ends. Walking with me back into the water and tipping my head back once more to rinse out the suds. Being so much taller than me, he was able to watch as the lather rinsed out of my hair and down my back. 

Once it was all out, Master once again pulled me towards him and began rubbing a bar of soap across my shoulders and breasts. Placing one hand on his shoulder, he gently slid the soap down my arm then under it before coming around my tit and slipping over to the other side to repeat it again. As his hand slide down my stomach, my breath caught in my throat. Chuckling at my reaction, Master knelt down and began washing my thighs. Moving his hand in a circular motion, sliding closer and closer to my pussy before starting on the other thigh. 

I stared down at him as his hand slipped lower, caressing the back of my thigh. Gripping my foot at the heel, he pulled my foot up so it was resting on his leg and began washing between my toes and running his finger along the bottom of my foot. Cupping water in his hand, he carefully rinsed off my foot before returning to the tub so I wouldn’t slip before picking up my other foot. The feeling of his fingers sliding between my toes was incredible. It was so erotic to watch as his fingers slowly fucked my toes.

After rinsing off that foot, Master continued to hold in. His fingers lightly trailing over the sole, following the arch and watching as my foot flexed when he touched a sensitive spot. Looking up at me, he lifted my foot even higher and placed my toes in his mouth to suck on them. I loved the way his hot slippery tongue glided between my toes and how he gently nibbled on them while stroking the arch of my foot with his fingertips. Too soon, he removed my toes from his mouth to nibble along the arch before putting my foot down on the tub.

Standing up before me again, Master brought the bar of soap between my legs and began washing the folds of my pussy. His fingers felt like silk against my skin, covered in soap and so slick and they rub every inch of my cunt. I gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders when his fingers brushed across my clit.

Grabbing my shoulder, Master helped me turn around so my back was facing him. Pushing the long wet strands of my hair up to cover my tits so my back was exposed to him. Starting at the shoulders again, Master washed my back in large sweeping motions moving lower and lower. He nudged my legs apart with his knee and began washing my pussy again. 

My hips were rocking once more as he teased my clit. My back stiffened as he slid his fingers across the opening to my pussy and over my asshole. Again and again he pushed his slick, soapy finger against my asshole until he was finally able to work in the very tip of it. I could feel my sphincter muscles clutching at him as he kept pushing more in.

I groaned in delight as he sank his finger deep into my ass, my back arching until my head was resting on his shoulder. Slowly he finger fucked that never before used passage while his other hand came around to stroke my clit. Just as I was on the verge of cumming once more, Master pulled his hand away from my clit to deny me that pleasure as he added another finger to my ass.

I could feel his fingers rubbing together inside me, twisting as they sought to open me up even wider. As he spread me further apart, it burned some but the feeling of his soap covered fingers as they slipped and slid inside me was so erotic that I soon forgot about the small amount of pain he was causing me and was rocking my hips back at him to meet his fingers. Master began rubbing my clit again, bringing me quickly back to the brink of orgasm before removing his fingers. Leaving me shaking and panting for breath.

“Bend over, slave,” Master whispered in my ear as he pushed my shoulders forward. 

Slowly I bent over bracing myself on the ledges of the tub. I felt Master’s hard cock entering my pussy and groaned at the how hot and thick he was. Quickly he rammed my pussy a few times before pulling out and lining the head of his dick up to my ass. Using his fingers to hold me open, he pressed himself against me, pulling his fingers out at the last possible second to be replaced with his cock.

I moaned in pain because he was so much thicker than his fingers were. My sphincter muscles clamped down tightly around him, holding him in place as my body struggled to adjust to this new invasion. Master used one hand to stroke my ass as he used the other to soap up the shaft of his cock. Once he had lathered up the entire length of his dick, Master began slapping my ass once more. The blows stinging on my bruised butt and the sound of wet flesh smacking together echoing in the bathroom.

“Please, Master,” I begged him, looking over my shoulder through the mist of the shower. “No more. Please don’t spank me anymore it hurts.”

“Are you going to let me fuck you then?” Master demanded as he pushed three fingers into my cum soaked pussy. 

“Yes, Master,” I moaned. “ I want you to fuck me, please. I need you to make me cum again.”

“Where at, my little slave,” Master asked as his fingers began sliding in and out of my cunt. “Tell me where you want me to fuck you. Tell me now, my pet.”

“I want you to fuck my ass,” I whispered back at him. “Use your hard cock in my ass, Master. I want you to make it yours. Everything I have belongs to you, use it, please.”

Slowly Master pushed his cock deeper into my ass. Stopping whenever I gasped with pain. Allowing me all the time I needed to accept his hard cock inside me. All through the slow, tender process of burying his dick in me Master kept up the steady rhythm of his fingers inside my pussy. Soon, the entire length was buried inside me as his fingers stroked me to another orgasm. I could feel my pussy squeezing his fingers and my ass grabbing at his dick, trying to pull him in deeper.

Removing his hand from my cunt, Master placed both of his hands on my hips and began slowly pulling his cock from my ass until only the head was left inside me. He stayed that way for what felt like forever before he pushed his way back inside me. I could feel his balls against the lips of my pussy and his cock throbbing in my ass but only for a moment as Master picked up the tempo.

Without even realizing it, I shifted my weight so that I could move one hand down to massage my clit as Master fucked my ass, the stroking of his cock in my ass getting faster and harder with each thrust. I rocked back to meet him, encouraging him to go faster. I helped Master to push me towards another intense orgasm by rubbing little circles around my clit with my fingers.




Submissive Saturday Ch. 02



“Talk to me, slave,” Master commanded. “Tell me what you are feeling right now.”

“I never knew it could be this good, Master,” I panted. “I love the way you feel inside my ass. How full you make me.”

My words seemed to excite him even more and he started ramming his cock into me. My back arched and I moaned at how good it felt as my hips rocked to his tempo.

“Oh, yes, Master,” I moaned at him. “Fuck me harder. You feel so good when you fuck me hard and deep. You’re going to make me cum for you again, Master. Please let me cum for you.”

“Rub your clit faster, little one,” Master asks me. “I want to feel your ass milking me as you cum, making me cum with you.”

Within seconds of doing as he requested, my pussy went into spasms and I could feel the hot lava flowing out of my pussy as my orgasm hit. It felt almost like a water balloon of hot maple syrup ruptured inside my pussy as the thick cum ran out of me.

“I’m cumming for you, Master,” I screamed, my hand dropping back to the side of the tub to give me more leverage to push back at him. “Don’t stop fucking me, please. Harder, oh God, please fuck me harder.”

Master fucked me hard and deep all through that orgasm. I didn’t think I would ever stop cumming for him. Just as my orgasm slowed down, Master began fucking me even faster, making my body rock under his assault. I could feel his cock growing even thicker and knew he was going to cum soon.

“Master,” I panted, “ I want you to cum in my ass. Fill me with your hot cum, please. Let it go for me.”

“Jesus,” he groaned as the first spatter of his cum hit the walls of my asshole. “Here it comes, pet!”

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up so that I was standing with my back tight against his chest. I kept rotating my hips around him as he pushed deeper inside me, intent on filling me with his hot, sticky cum.

After his trembling subsides, Master reached around me to turn off the water. He pushed my hair aside and nibbled on my neck as we clung to each other. Master slid open the shower door and grabbed a towel to wrap around me before lifting me over the side of the tub and standing me on the rug. I pulled out another towel and began rubbing the moisture from his body once he had joined me on the rug.

As I reached his waist, Master turned around so that his back was to me and I stretched up to dry his hair before running the towel down his back. I lifted up one arm and dried his underarm and down his ribs, watching his face in the mirror. I moved over to the other side and again raised his arm so that I could dry under his arm and down his ribs. 

There was not enough room in my bathroom to kneel behind him so I sat down on the toilet stool to dry his legs, butt and feet. After his back was completely dry, Master turned around so that he was facing me. The bathroom being so narrow that his cock hung right in my face. I gently sucked him into my mouth as I used the towel to dry his balls and legs. The shrill whistle of the teakettle made both of us jump just as he was getting hard.

Taking the towel from my hand, Master wrapped it around his waist and taking my hands pulled me up. Together we walked out to the kitchen so I could finish our dinner. I dumped the hot water over the noodles, turned the fire on under the sauce again and asked Master to take the garlic bread out of the refrigerator. 

As I stood stirring the noodles, Master moved in behind me and pulled the towel from my body. He cupped my chin and pulled my head back so he could begin drying my hair for me as he pressed light kisses along my forehead. Once my hair was no longer dripping, Master dried my back, paying special attention to the small of my back and my ass. It felt so good when he drug the edge of the towel through the crack in my ass. Slowly, he rubbed the towel over the backs of my legs before grasping my calf in his hand to turn me around. 

Kneeling before me, Master dried the front of my legs with the towel but his eyes were on my pussy. Quickly he massaged my legs with the towel and moved up to my pussy. I spread my legs wider, pushing my pussy out at him. Master dropped the towel and moved in closer so that he could look directly into my pussy before using his tongue on me. I moaned and my knees buckled as his tongue hit my clit. With an evil grin, he stood and said, “Better not. I don’t want you to burn my dinner.” 

Lifting my arms, he once again wrapped the towel around me and tucked the end in between my tits before turning me to face the stove once more. As I finished up dinner, Master grabbed another beer and went to sit at the table. Chatting with me about his hobbies, interests and family as I cooked

As I put dinner on the table and dished up his plate, Master lit the candles on the table and turned off the lights. We enjoyed a wonderful candlelit dinner, spending the time trading stories about our everyday lives and jokes as we ate. The time seemed to fly by but I was so exhausted from the day’s activities that I could hardly keep my eyes open.

Master noticed how tired I was and asked me if I was ready for bed. Nodding my head, I started to get up from my chair only to have him come around the table to pick me up. Once in my bedroom, he sat me down long enough to pull back the covers and tucked me into bed. I was hardly aware of him leaving the room as I turned over on my side and drifted off to sleep.

When I finally woke up again, bright sunlight was streaming through my bedroom windows and the house was quiet. I slowly got out of bed and walked through the house looking for Master. All I found was a note and flower on the cleaned dining room table, thanking me for a wonderful day and demanding a repeat soon.