9 comments/ 12916 views/ 10 favorites Summer's Journey Into Submission By: Summer_Lopez90 I searched my recent calls for his number and pressed "call." He answered after only two rings. "Yes, my pet?" "I'm here," I responded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Where are you?" "In the lobby, by the bar," he answered. I rounded the corner, and saw a man in his 40s, wearing a red polo shirt and khaki shorts, holding a cell phone and looking around. I took a deep breath. There he is. He's really here. Just to meet me. "I see you," I said breathlessly. He turned around... Well, let me describe myself and how I've come to be here before I get to the juicy stuff. My name is Summer, and I'm a married woman in my early 30s. I've always considered myself pretty sexual, and open to trying new things. I've been married almost six years, and with two small children, it's not surprising that my sex life has taken a nose dive. In between the stress of life and a son who still sleeps in our bed, we are lucky if we have sex twice a month. So I started looking for something else, even though I wasn't sure what that was. I'm bi, so I thought maybe a tryst with a female would satisfy me. It soon evolved into searching for a guy, and I found one in my area who I clicked with on several levels. He was married too, so we texted and spoke on the phone until one day we decided to meet up. There was an electric attraction between us. I didn't understand it right away, but he spoke to me in such a way that I felt compelled to do what he told me. Like it was just natural. After further discussion, he explained to me that the way I was feeling was similar to that of a submissive. So I googled it. I did relate to some of the characteristics of a submissive. But some of it seemed extreme. Like wearing a collar and being led around by a leash? Being tied up? Come on. But I was intrigued and wanted to do more research. He introduced me to literotica. We began writing threads together and I would browse the boards trying to learn as much as I could about being a submissive from the litsters. It became an obsession of mine, perusing the website, reading the stories. Then I received a message on literotica that changed my life. The message was from a user named Tappy asking if I would like to co write a story with him, as my profile at the time had indicated I was searching for writing partners. I recognized his dominant nature almost immediately in the tone of his messages, and felt myself inexplicably drawn to him. After a few messages getting to know each other, he agreed to take me as his submissive, and we began a cyber Dom/sub relationship. It was scary at first. He wanted a picture to prove I was a female. That was difficult as I had no idea if I could really trust him, trust my instinct to trust him. But I sent him a topless picture with "Master Tappy" written on one breast. No face, of course. Over time I began to get more bold with my pictures, and he would send me pictures of himself as well. His words to me were hypnotizing. It's like he had known me for years, and knew just what to say and how to say it to turn me on and leave me yearning for more. I'll never forget the day it all really became real for me. He had me on a teasing regimen for a couple of days, where I would masturbate to the point of climax and then stop. He then wanted me to call his voicemail and leave a message as I orgasmed. So I did. But when the outbound message picked up, it was his voice speaking to me for the first time. I lost it. I had such an intense orgasm. After that, I was his for sure. Our relationship progressed. We exchanged emails daily that sometimes included tasks for me to complete and if I did not there was a punishment involved. We would leave each other voice mails (one of my tasks was always to leave him a voice mail of myself orgasming if I was able to masturbate anytime), and on wondrous occasions had "bring your vibrator to work day" in which I would bring my vibrator to work so we could have phone sex on my lunch break, usually after hours of teasing myself. So when the email came that he would be in my area in two days, I was ecstatic. It was last minute, but as soon as I knew I had the opportunity to meet the man who had turned me on to my true self, I had to make it happen. A few quick texts to my BFF and alibi, and I was free to meet him. Master Tappy. I decided to wear a dress. I wanted to be pretty for him. After work I changed in my van and after a few quick stops (caffeine free diet coke for him, lol) I was on my way. The traffic was terrible, and fed my nerves. Of course I was nervous. But I was also more excited than I had ever been in my life. After a few failed parking attempts I finally found an available parking lot and was walking through the lobby of the lavish hotel, on the phone with Master Tappy until we saw each other. Yes, it was him. His pictures were accurate. He swept me into a hug, and his soft lips fell upon mine in a passionate kiss. A kiss full of promise and excitement. My heart was racing; no turning back now. Not that I could have made myself. We walked through the maze of the hotel, weaving in and out of hallways, his hands roaming my body freely, sending tingles down my spine. We came to an elevator. While we were waiting for it, my mind wandered to the elevator scenes in 'Fifty Shades of Grey'. Would he kiss me inside of it? Sure enough, he did. His strong hands gripped my ass and held me against him. I felt my legs becoming weak, my body responding to his, becoming his as my mind had already done. When we finally made it to his room, I looked around. So this is where all the magic will happen. I felt...unsure. Nervous. Worried I wouldn't perform to his specifications or standards. Maybe I'm not really a submissive? Nah. I know I am. But I also felt...comfortable. Safe. Desired. My nervousness has the next few moments vaguely unclear. I kicked off my heels and sat on one of the beds. He asked if I wanted one of my gifts so I of course said yes. He told me to stand and come to him. It was my own collar, with a tag he handmade that had "Slave Summer" on one side and "Master Tappy" on the other. It made me feel so cared for and special. Special to HIM. This was one of the more special moments I had been looking forward to: receiving and wearing his collar. He instructed me to kneel in front of him, and I complied immediately. He circled the collar around me, and clasped it. The feel of the leather collar around my neck, with my name tag dangling on my chest was exquisite. He attached my pink leash to my collar and had me crawl around the room behind him in my dress. I wasn't sure how that felt at first. Once we returned to the bed, he had me sit on it as he retrieved more items from his drawer. He sat down in a chair and told me to remove my dress as he watched. I stood up and stripped out of it, standing in my bra and panties, and collar and leash. He approached me slowly, drinking in my body. I tingled in anticipation under his gaze. He told me how beautiful I am. I looked down, because I didn't believe him. So he led me to the mirror and told me to look at myself. He caressed and rubbed and massaged my shoulders, neck, back and breasts, trailing light tender kisses over my neck. I closed my eyes and leaned back against him, moaning. He admonished me to open my eyes and look at myself and see the lust, and the desire to submit to him in my eyes. I did. They looked...I looked...sexy. He led me back to the middle of the room and presented two soft beginner wrist cuffs. He faced me away from him, explaining as he fastened them to my wrists that they are easy escape cuffs, only secured by Velcro. Soon he had my hands bound behind my back, and I felt my pussy gush. This is what I've been waiting for. "Before we get started, I want to give you your safe word. Not that I think you will use it. But if anything gets to be too much, use it. Your safe word is 'Cubs'," he said. I snorted. My excuse for getting out of the house is that I was going to the Cardinal/Cubs game. He seemed pleased once my hands were secured. He took his time running his hands all over my body, one hand inside my bra. "These are the titties I've been longing to feel," he whispered. I melted into him, wiggling my ass against his crotch. His hands dipped into my pussy, feeling my wetness. He murmured his approval. He pulled my black lacy thong down my legs and left it in a ball on the floor. He bent me over the bed then, pressing his clothed crotch against my bare ass. Without my hands to do anything, I felt so helpless and sooo turned on. I bucked back against him. I felt his fingers grabbing onto my hips, slamming me back against him, then releasing them and moving up to my bra, beginning to unhook it. Finally, I thought. I had been dying to show him my tits in the flesh, so to speak. I'd sent him countless pictures but now... He unhooked my cuffs, only momentarily though so he could remove my bra. He then reattached the cuffs. He stood me up, wrapping his arms around me and cupping my breasts in his hands. Yesssss, I thought. This is my sweet spot. My weakness. What I have been desiring most from him. To be wrapped securely in his arms, feeling so safe, while he fondles my tits. He sat down on the chair after a moment, leaving me reeling at the loss of his touch. "Come here," he said softly. I turned around and approached him. He was holding the ankle cuffs, that looked just like the wrist cuffs. He had me place one foot then the other on his lap so he could secure them to my ankles. After a few moments, He instructed me to lie on the bed on my back, and therefore my hands. It wasn't very comfortable to have my hands underneath me in such a fashion. I watched him remove a remote control bullet and turn it on. It flopped wildly on the table. He walked to me, rubbing the bullet over my nipples, up my face, down into my navel, then against my clit. I bucked towards him, and he withdrew it. I spread my legs wide; he admired and stroked my pussy. My panties were then placed over my eyes with the crotch over my mouth and nose. Mmmm. I licked at them, tasting myself. The bullet was traced over me again, then down, down...where he slowly inserted his finger inside me. I was so wet. He slipped the bullet inside, then turned it to a pulse setting. He then informed me that he was going to get ice and left. I was laying on top of my hands, which were bound behind my back, my panties on my face and a vibrating bullet inside of my pussy, in a hotel room during a rendevous with my master, a man I just met in person for the first time. This is hot. I wriggled around a bit, struggling to get the bullet in contact with my pleasure center. I was about to attempt to flip over when the door opened and he returned. "What a lovely reflection in that mirror," he said as he shut the door and walked to the table. "Please feel free to squirm." And squirm I did. In anticipation, frustration. I couldn't see him all that well, and it heightened my senses. I could hear him put ice in his glass, then pour himself some soda. I struggled to look at him, then saw him approaching me. I felt a vibration on my nipples, first one then the other. What was that? My pussy was still vibrating away. Next I felt a sensation I couldn't place. I questioned, "what is that?" "A feather," he responded, holding it so I could see it through the lace. I moaned, and arched my back. It was so light and tantalizing. He used it to caress my entire body. I bit my lip as I writhed around on the bed. It felt so wonderful. He stopped after after a few moments and I groaned. I heard my master moving about the room again, then telling me I needed to cool down. Almost immediately after I felt an ice cold sensation on my right nipple, circling it. "Oooh!" I exclaimed. "What's that?" As soon as those words left my lips I knew as I felt cold liquid running down the side of my breast and under my arm. Ice cube. I began panting, wondering where it was going next. He trailed it down my cleavage, to my navel, circling that, then lower...oh I know where he is heading... "I bet your hot pussy can melt this really fast." He slid it inside of me. I arched my back and cried out. It was such a contrast to how hot I was inside. I instantly felt the cool water from the rapidly melting ice cube running down between my ass cheeks, soaking the sheets. "Mmmm," I moaned. I melted the ice rather quickly. He withdrew the bullet and switched it off. "Master? My arms are getting sore," I admitted. I didn't want to disappoint him nor did I want to be too sore to continue. I had to speak up. "Alright. I'll uncuff you, for now," he said, smiling at me. He undid the bonds as I rolled to the side. Ahhh. Much better. "Okay. Please get up and follow me," my master said. I shakily did so. He helped me up, then led me to the mirror again. "Look at yourself," he told me, stroking my breasts, "you're beautiful." I looked quickly, then hung my head. I'm bigger than I've ever been. I don't feel like I'm attractive. A finger came to rest on my chin. "Look. At least at your eyes. They are beautiful. The window to your soul. I can see your desire to be submissive in them." I looked up into my eyes. He was right. I've never seen myself so...lustful. I almost didnt recognize myself. As I watched my face, my master took my leash and wrapped it underneath of me, making sure the leash slid between my labia. I sighed in pleasant expectation. "Now place your hands on top of your head, slave," came the next command. I did so automatically. "This is the inspection pose," he explained. "Normally I would be sitting down but this room does not allow me to do so." His hands roamed freely long my neck, shoulders and back, then around to my breasts, cupping them, rolling my nipples around between his thumb and forefinger. "Ahhh," I moaned again. He tugged on the leash and my ass instinctively ground again his crotch. I could feel his cock through his shorts. I felt unsteady. As his hands travelled my body, I begin to lose control. In order to steady myself, my hands left my head and I placed them on either side of the mirror in front of me. I panted, moaned and rubbed my ass against his crotch. God this is so incredibly erotic, I thought as I looked at my face again. I had no idea my eyes could look like this. "Now turn around," he instructed. He cuffed my wrists together again. "Look at your hands cuffed right above that luscious, spankable ass. Just like your literotica profile picture. I knew you would like to see that," he added. Yes, I did very much. I loved the look and feel of my hands bound behind me. "Stay right here," he said. He uncuffed my wrists and walked back into the room and moved the chair to the center of the room, sitting on it. "Now get on your knees." I did. I was already breathing heavy. What was he going to have me do now? All he did was wag his finger. Oh. Crawl? I thought. I must have questioned him with my eyes because he nodded. I did so slowly, my collar rattling with each movement, the leash sliding across my pussy. I watched his face. When I reached my master, I lay my head in his crotch as I settled onto my knees. It felt natural to be at his feet like this. "You broke the inspection position without permission," he admonished. "You will need to be punished for that." "Yes Master," I replied, lowering my head. I had secretly hoped I would be punished for that, and had mostly done it purposely. After all, I had begged to be spanked by him several times through phone conversations. "Get up, and lay across my knee." I scrambled to my feet and lay across his lap. My pussy was quivering in anticipation. He started off very gentle, rubbing and squeezing my ass cheeks with his strong hands. I stifled a moan. Then...smack! A light enough pat, but I moaned. The very thought of me being laid across his lap getting spanked was just delectable. He would rub and spank and then get harder, then ask if I was okay. "Yes, Master," I squeaked. "Can you take it harder?" he asked. "Yes," I gasped. "Please." His hands proceeded to rub my ass, then spank, then dip below to check my wetness factor. This was just what I wanted and needed. Then a new sensation... "A metal ruler. With cork on one side," he explained. He tapped me lightly. I reacted favorably. It only stung lightly. He tapped again, and again, the strokes getting slightly harder. "I'm going easy on you," he told me. He would rub the cork side against my skin then spank me with the metal side. My breathing was becoming more and more ragged. It felt so good. Being bent over my master's lap, his hands all over my ass and then spanking me. Something I had been fantasizing about for months. "This is your punishment for breaking position. Although I have a sneaking suspicion you did so on purpose," he said, smiling. I looked up at him with a devious look in my eye. He knows me too well. He continued to spank me, the ruler quickly becoming pleasurable. It wrapped around my ass as he spanked me. "Okay, stand up," he said. I struggled to do so. My knees were weak, my head and body fuzzy and dizzy. He helped me, then he stood up and had me sit in his chair. He retrieved rope from his drawer and unwound it, watching my reaction. Oh yes, he's going to bind me to this chair. Just like a picture he had sent me that I loved. A sub with her hands and ankles tied to a chair, blindfolded, while her master stood behind her and cupped and caressed her breasts. I didn't see a blind fold but I hoped he had one. I watched as he worked his magic with the rope. The chair wasn't ideal for his purpose, but he made quick work of restraining me to the chair, threading the rope through the hooks on my cuffs. My arms were down at my sides, secured to the chair, my ankles secured to the bottom of the legs of the chair. He didn't make it so tight that I couldn't wiggle some, but the idea of being bound for him was so erotic. I tested my bonds, and my pussy gushed a bit more in anticipation. My eyes were on him the whole time. I watched as he pulled out a chain. What was that? He fed it through my collar, so that each end was hanging over my nipples. Oh... "Are these nipple clamps?" I asked. "Yes, but they didn't have the ones I wanted. I was hoping for more of a beginner set for your first time," he explained as he took my left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the nub hardening quickly. I moaned at his touch, and lowered my gaze to watch as he attached the clamp to my nipple. I'd like to say that I loved them. Or even just liked them. But I didn't. "Ouch!" I cried. Yeah, that hurts. My hands struggled against their binds. Then he affixed the next clamp. God this hurts! I felt NO pleasure from this. He attempted to move them, see if that allowed me some relief. It didn't. "When will it get better?" I asked, squirming in my seat. "I mean it still really hurts. It's getting kind of numb now..." "Yes, that's what it's supposed to do," he nodded. "Give it some more time." I tried. I really did. But I couldn't handle them. I begged for them to be removed and he did. Ahhh. Instant relief. But I felt like a failure for not being able to wear them. "I'm sorry, Master," I said, hanging my head in shame. "It's okay, pet," he said softly. "Next time I will have different ones that will allow me to adjust the intensity so we can build up your tolerance for these." My heart soared. Next time! He wants to do this again. And he called me pet. God I love when he calls me pet. My arms were getting sore again, but I tried to hide it. I kept adjusting them in an attempt to get them in a more comfortable angle. He put the clamps away, and came back with a blindfold. My pussy gushed a bit more. Poor chair. Summer's Journey Into Submission He affixed it to my head, and I immediately could hear everything more clearly. I'd read about this countless times, people being blindfolded then their sense of hearing improving. Yes that was certainly the case. I also tried to sense where his body was by the physical presence I felt when he was near. He was at the closet just then, rummaging through his suitcase, no doubt retrieving something to play with me with. I heard it before he identified it. The hitachi wand. It sounded like a back massager I had at home. I'd used that on my clit before but I bet this would be more intense. Then I felt it wedged between my legs. I lifted my hips to allow it better access. "Oh fuuuuck..." I groaned, my head rolling back. My initial reaction is to fight, fight my orgasm. So I did. "Do you want to cum, slave?" my master asked. I didn't say anything. Was he really going to allow me to cum this quickly? "Do you want permission to cum?" he asked again. I shook my head. "No, master," I breathed. I could wait. Why would he allow me pleasure so quickly? So I asked him. "We don't have much time. I want you to have as much pleasure as possible in the time we have together." I almost melted onto the chair. "Okay, but this is so intense feeling!" I told him. He switched it to low, and it seemed to do more for me. He then untied my ankles and wrists from the chair. "I want you to cum for me. Now." Oh crap! Could I? With my hands free I held on to the chair on each side of the hitachi and tried to grind myself against it. I could feel an orgasm brewing, but I just couldn't get there. The hitachi was removed, and flipped off. I heard him turn on my vibrator on high and slide it underneath of me. I shifted so I could get it between my pussy lips and began immediately humping it. "I want to see how you cum for me in your van," he told me. I humped my vibrator faster. If I could just get the angle right, I can cum this way. I can do it. Having the blindfold on helped too. Sure, I've cum for this man countless times on the phone. But here I am masturbating in front of a virtual stranger. I don't even masturbate in front of my husband! I think he could sense my difficulty to get the appropriate angle, and I have told him my favorite way to masturbate is to put my vibrator on a pillow and hump it. So the next suggestion was no surprise. "Okay, we'll put your vibe on a pillow on the bed then," he said matter of factly. But as soon as he began to move about the room I could feel my orgasm building. "Oh Master, if I can cum, can I do it here?" I asked him breathlessly. I felt it rapidly approaching. "Oh please please please," I begged. Within moments he was sitting or kneeling or something in front of me. "Yes, you may cum." I bucked and writhed wildly, grinding my pussy and clit along the length of my vibe. "C'mon baby girl. Come for me. I want to hear you," he coaxed. It was close, so close. I kept riding it hard and then... He began to spank my ass. I came then, instantly. He spanked one ass cheek over and over and harder and harder as I rode my orgasm, moaning loudly. His other hand covered my mouth as I came and came and came. "Good girl," he praised me. "Ride the wave." And ride I did. I came pretty substantially, moaning into his hand, kissing it some. After a few moments, he removed his hand and slid the blindfold up to my forehead so he could look at me. And I at him. He held out his hand, helping me stand, and walked me over to the mirror again. "Now look at yourself. All flushed and beautiful from your orgasm. And your eyes are glorious." I looked at the woman in the mirror. It was me, but didn't look like me. There was a lusty vixen staring back at me. "Wow," I said, looking at myself in wonder. It was so hot. I smiled at the sexy woman in the mirror and she smiled back at me. "Now I know from experience from our phone calls that once you have orgasmed, you are able to do so again quickly," my master said. He then led me back to the bed. There was a large cylinder shaped pillow laying in the center of the bed, the hitachi wand smack dab in the middle of it, off. It was pretty clear what he wanted me to do, but I waited. "Now get on the bed and ride that pillow until you cum again for me," he instructed. I less than gracefully climbed into the bed and straddled the hitachi on the pillow. It took a few moments of positioning but soon I was ready. "Make sure you bury your face in that other pillow when you cum. We don't want our neighbors to know what a nasty slut you are," he goaded me. I loved it. The hitachi roared to life, and I squealed, positioning it directly under my clit, humping it as directed. It didn't take me long to cum. My first orgasm of the night with my eyes uncovered. My master was next to me, and I buried my face into the pillow as I came per his instruction. Yes. This is the way I usually get off. So without further ado I came again. "Good job, slut," he commended me. "Now roll over." I did so, panting. I spread my legs wide, feeling no embarrassment whatsoever spreading my legs for him, being completely naked. "Beautiful," he whispered, looking at my pussy, then smiling at me. He approached me with the ruler again. I quivered in excitement. He rubbed the cork side across both of my nipples. I bit my lip. "This will sting. May I?" he asked, raising the ruler and turning it around to show the metal side. He took my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around to harder it. Oh boy. He wants to spank my nipples. "Yes," I whispered. He slapped one nipple. Ahhh. Slight pain but wonderful tingling sensation after. Again. A little harder. Yes. He would rub the cork side against my hardened nipples, then smack! I was writhing in pleasure, my pussy begging me for attention. And just as if I had said that, he dipped his other hand below and began to finger me. As he eased his finger inside of me, my pussy squeezed him in appreciation. "Now let's see where your your g-spot is," he said, circling his finger around inside of me. "Ah there it is." He lightly tapped on it. It felt good, but not unbelievable. "Hmm," he wondered. His finger kept pumping inside of me, his thumb massaging my super sensitive clit. He put the ruler down and picked up something else and switched it on. A vibrator of some sort. He held it against my clit. "Ooh!" I exclaimed. Before I could get too much pleasure from this, he showed it to me. His wife's g-spot vibrator. Her favorite vibrator. My pussy gushed. His wife is so sexy. I could just imagine her juices coating the head of it, dripping down onto the base. I licked my lips. He turned it on, holding it just outside of my pussy, the head vibrating my labia. I arched my back, willing it deeper inside of me. He guided it into me as he withdrew his finger. Oh heavenly. Then the hitachi was placed directly on my clit. Oh god... It was so intense! All the vibrations on my sensitive little nub, I couldn't take it. My impulse to fight my orgasm and try to move returned. "Cum for me, slave," he commanded gently. "I, I can't..." I whimpered. "Yes you can. Just let go," he cooed. "Cum for me, baby girl." He kissed me tenderly on the lips, my cheek. I tried. I really did. He turned the vibrator to a setting that had it rotating in circles inside of me. It felt strange, like it was stretching me out. I tried to focus on the hitachi and cum with it. But the more I tried and the longer it took to climax the more frustrated I became and the less likely to orgasm. Master Tappy could tell. He removed the vibrator and switched off the hitachi. "Let's try something else," he suggested, getting up and heading to the bag of toys I had brought. I was laying there, panting in frustration and anxiety and upset with myself for failing my master and not cumming again for him. He removed my new pink suction cup dildo from the package and washed it. I sat up, curious as to what he was going to do next. He emerged from the bathroom then stuck it against the mirror so it was hanging there obscenely. I giggled. He came back over to me. "I'm so sorry Master," I said, hanging my head. "That's alright," he said, but I wasn't convinced. I did not enjoy this feeling of failing him. I looked up and he was looking at me. "Come here," he said to me. I got off the bed and he indicated for me to kneel. I did so. "You always talk about how good you are at sucking cock, and how much you would love to show me just how good." Oh my god, is he really going to allow me to suck him?! He must have changed his mind! I became very nervous all of a sudden. I had better do the best job I have ever done! "I want you to crawl over there to your dildo and show me how you do it." Oh dammit!! I looked up at him and smiled, shaking my head at him. What a tease! He smiled back. He knew what I had been thinking I'm sure. I took a deep breath, and crawled over to the mirror, aware that he was right behind me, in perfect view of my ass. Once I got to the dildo, I got right to work. It was so nasty tasting. All rubbery and yucky and blech. Not what I wanted to taste, which was my master's fantastic cock. But I tried to deep throat it, as it is a specialty of mine, and gagged. "This tastes gross," I said, laughing. He laughed too. I know it wasn't impressive, my demonstration of sucking cock. How lame, Summer! I went back at it, but luckily he saved me. "Alright, that's good enough. Now back up to it and fuck it." Oh this is going to be interesting, I thought. Would I even be able to fuck it the way I wanted? When I had purchased the dildo with the suction cup I had envisioned standing over a coffee table or something. Not like this. You can do this, Summer, I told myself. "Okay," I said. I turned around and tried to mount it but the combination of not having enough space between the mirror and the closet and the angle and height of the dildo made it extremely difficult. Sensing that, Master Tappy grabbed the fake cock and removed it from the mirror with a pop. "Ok we'll do this another way. Face the door," he instructed. I turned so my ass was facing him. He sat down behind me and placed the dildo at the opening of my pussy. He rubbed it against my labia, probing at my opening. It seemed like it wouldn't go in. What the hell? How could I be dry! I was so embarrassed. Of course then he said, "I think we need a little lube, huh?" I wanted to crawl under a rock. So he got up to get some and while he was up he said, "This will be a good time to try your plug." I had purchased a very small butt plug, as I have been longing to try anal sex, and wanted to start slow. I was ready, but not ready. Of course I trust him, but how could this not hurt? All these people that like anal...it has to be at least a little pleasurable right? He came back to me, and in a few moments I heard him lubing up the dildo. I was still on my hands and knees, being a good girl and waiting for him. Then I felt it at my opening again, and he slid it inside of my pussy with ease. I moaned and arched my back in pleasure. "Yes that's much better," he said as he began to fuck me, hard. The dildo is bigger than my hubby and it felt soooo nice. And my master was very talented with it. I moaned and groaned and rocked, but apparently not enough because soon I heard him say,"I'm not doing all the work. C'mon and fuck yourself my little dirty girl. I want to see you slamming that ass against me." So fuck myself I did. I bucked back and forth as hard and fast as I could. I only felt a bit self conscious at this point. I hope he likes the view, I thought. "Atta girl," he encouraged me. I moaned in response, and I went at it for as long as I could, which regrettably was not too long at all. After a few more moments I stopped moving. "I'm sorry Master," I panted. "I have very poor stamina." "Thats alright. I want to try this plug now. If I can get the package open with all this lube on my hands," he chuckled. He let go of the dildo and it fell right out of me with a thud. Ugh. I heard him opening the package and then removing the plug. "Ah yes. You shouldn't have any problem with this size at all." I was pretty nervous anyway. Within moments he had lubed up my ass really good, and it went in with no resistance. I could hardly feel it, really. It was more an annoyance than anything. It kept feeling like it was going to fall out. "This looks good in you," my master told me, stroking my ass tenderly with his hands, tapping on the plug. He then went back over to the bed. He wagged his finger at me, and I automatically just crawled to him. I was getting used to the jingle of my collar and the look of my cuffs on my body. I was beginning to realize that I was a born submissive. Once I returned to the bed, Master Tappy gestured me to get on it and lay on my back. The hitachi and my dildo were waiting for me. I shivered in anticipation. As he sat down next to me, he kissed me passionately, again telling me how beautiful I am. I was actually beginning to believe him. "Now let's take a look at your plug. Oh I think it fell out...no wait there it is." I giggled again. He made me feel so at ease. So safe. So comfortable. How is this possible? His fingers were inside me again, only momentarily. "I'm going to fuck you now, my little slut," he said. I felt the dildo gliding along my pussy lips, then sliding inside of me. Oh, that felt good with the plug. I moaned softly. He was fucking me slowly. In, out, in, out... "Here, hold this," he said, handing me the hitachi and flipping it on low. "Hold it right on your clit," he instructed. He started fucking me a little faster as I moved the hitachi to my clit, then stopped. "Actually... I have an idea." He scooted onto the bed next to me, his left arm sliding under my back, wrapping around me to cup my left breast and roll my nipple through his fingers. His right hand proceeded to fuck me with my dildo faster and harder. My legs were spread wide, my hips rising to meet his thrusts. Oh boy. I held the hitachi to my clit. It was a wonderful feeling. His lips were right against my temple, kissing me there, my cheek, my lips, as he fucked me. He was whispering things to me in between kisses. How proud he is of me, how sexy I am, how he wants me to cum for him again. Then the worthless little plug fell out. Guess I should have bought a bigger one. "I think the plug came out," I whispered to him. He continued to fuck me, but his left hand slid out from under my back and moved down to control the dildo. I felt pressure in my ass again. "Is that the plug?" I breathed, feeling an orgasm building. "No, it's my thumb," he said, kissing my forehead. "I can feel you opening up for me," he whispered In my ear. The pleasure was indescribable. His thumb working in and out of my ass, the dildo being controlled by his hand driving me wild, and the hitachi buzzing on my clit. It was still so sensitive, and I could tell my body was getting close to another orgasm, but something wasn't quite right, to push me over the edge. Just then two things happened. First, my master added a finger inside of my ass. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "Just relax, you are doing wonderful," he encouraged me. It didn't hurt at all. It felt really good to be so full. Second, I moved the hitachi up to my pubic bone. Whoa. The vibrations resonated deep within me and I just about came instantly. "Oh fuck, oh Master, I think I can cum again, may I?" I panted. "Count down from ten, then you may cum," he said in his sexy voice. Damn it! I can do it, better count fast though! "Oh god! Ten, nine, ooooh eight, fuck! seven, six..." I won't fail him, I'll make it to one! "fivefourthreetwoone!! Ooooh my goddddd!!!" I screamed. My body convulsed into a massive orgasm. I bucked and writhed and moaned "oh Master oh Master" as he was whispering in my ear. "Yes, cum for me Summer. You are so beautiful when you cum. Oh yes you just gushed all over my hand, you squirted for your Master. My sweet little slave." My body was still being wracked with waves of orgasm and I panted,"I squirted?" "Yes you did, all over my hand. It's wonderful," he said, kissing my nipple. I couldn't believe it! I had a g-spot orgasm. Amazing! Immediately I could feel the urge to cum again. "Master?" I begged. "You may cum slave." And cum I did again. It wasn't as thunderous as the previous one but with my master right beside me, looking into my eyes, I couldn't imagine a better way to climax. "I want to try something," he said as my body was still shaking in the aftermath of those two orgasms. He was still working his fingers in and out of my ass as he slowly worked the dildo in and out of my pussy. "You have so many nerve endings in here." He demonstrated by circling his thumb around. "Mmmm," I moaned in agreement. It felt fan-freaking-tastic. "You are so very relaxed and open for me." He sounded pleased by that. How I love to please him! The dildo was removed from my dripping pussy. I sighed. He bent over to kiss me again. His lips, oh so soft and full, claiming my mouth, claiming my submissive soul. I felt a new pressure then inside of me, more like an urge to use the bathroom. "Oh no, I feel like I have to poop." I giggled at how silly that sounded. But I really felt like I should let him know as I may need to get up. "Yes you will feel that way for a moment. The dildo is inside of you, stretching you." I looked at him amazed. "Yes baby. You opened up just perfectly for me. And it's slicked with your juices from that orgasm." Just then the pressure eased, and he began to fuck me slowly. Oh, the sensation was exquisite. I had removed the hitachi from my body but now returned it. Oh wow. For some reason the low setting really did it for me. Once I became accustomed to the dildo, he slid my vibrator inside my pussy. Oh I was so tight and full! He flipped it on and I lost it. "Oh my fucking...oh wow, god this feels good!" I tried to hold back my orgasm, but it was fast approaching. "Mas-master may I cum oh please please.." I panted. "Not yet," he cooed. Ahhh! Oh it was soooo hard to hold off. I continued to beg. I was so afraid I'd cum before he gave his permission and I could not bear the thought of that! "Pleeease..." I didn't even recognize my voice as it was so full of need. "Please Master!" "You may, but count down from twenty this time." Twenty! Fuck! Well no time to argue! "Twenty, nineteen. Ahhhhh! Eighteen, seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, fifteen, fourteen..." I couldn't count. I was spouting off random numbers then finally shot the rest of them off before getting to one and losing it. "Ooooohhhhhh!" I didn't recognize the noise coming out of my mouth. Never had I sounded like that when cumming! I came so hard my vibrator popped out of me as my master had let go of it to fondle my tits as I orgasmed. He looked at me and smiled as he continued to caress my breasts, squeeze my nipples. Yes, I've died and gone to heaven. "I think we're done for this evening," he said, holding me close to him, cuddling with me in my post coital glow. I wanted to argue, but I couldn't even speak. I just smiled weakly at him. "I, I want you to feel what you did to me," I whispered. "Oh I can feel it," he said, showing me his wet hand. My pussy was contracting wildly in the aftermath of my orgasms. I wanted him to feel.. "No...inside," I panted. He eased a finger inside of me, and I gave him an extra appreciative squeeze. How I wish it was his cock inside of me! He removed the dildo from my ass and I looked at it incredulously. I can't believe he did it. He was able to get that inside of my ass. He's amazing! Summer's Journey Into Submission "I've never seen someone who's ass was so clean. Here, clean it," he joked, showing me the tip of the dildo where there was some gross stuff, but no where else on it. "Ewww no! Gross!" That woke me up. I was still in shock that he had been able to fuck me with that, there. He laughed at me. "I wouldn't make you do that!" Then he got up and went into the bathroom to clean it and wash his hands. I stretched out on the bed, gloriously naked and completely sexually satisfied. After a few moments he came back into the room, and stopped, just looking at me laying there. I felt fantastic. "That is the most beautiful and sexy view for me to see. You laying there in post orgasmic bliss." I smiled and stretched some as he approached me. He gently caressed my soaking wet pussy and up to my breasts and then went to sit down. "Wow. I don't even know what to say," I told him, just looking at him. Damn my pussy was soaked. I attempted to close my legs and it was just wetness everywhere. I lay there for a little while, and we just chatted. I can't really remember what all about because I was still floating above my body. Before long I was able to sit up, then stand. I needed a drink. "I didn't get to wear the lingerie I brought," I said, pouting just a little. "You seem pretty comfortable walking around naked," he chuckled. "Yeah well I am, for sure. I like being naked. And I feel so comfortable with you." I shrugged. It was true. He made me feel unlike anyone else. So safe and cared for. But I wanted to put my lingerie on, and be sexy for him. It was a sheer black teddy with a black sheer thong. I retrieved it from my bag and went into the bathroom. I looked at my face. Double wow. My cheeks were glowing, my skin radiant, and my eyes were shining. He was actually starting to make me feel like I was beautiful. I stepped into the thong and slid the teddy over my neck. Black was a great choice. It accentuated my cuffs and collar. I've never looked better, I decided as I looked myself up and down in the full length mirror. I strutted back into the room, anxious to show my master how I looked. "Hubba Hubba!" he said, and whistled appreciatively. I sashayed up to him and modeled it for him, turning around to show him it just barely covered my ass. I stood right between his legs. "You like it?" I asked. "Oh I love it. You look amazing." He ran his hands up and down my body, feeling me through the fabric. "This material feels good on you, too," he said, paying extra attention to my nipples. I moaned, enjoying the sensation. I straddled his knee, giving myself to this moment. "What about you? Your...pleasure?" I breathed, wondering when he was going to cum. God his hands felt so good on my body. "I told you, don't expect me to take my pants off," he said softly. "This was all about you, and I received plenty of pleasure giving you pleasure. Plus I had to prove to you that I am a man of my word and in fact have control. I can control my cock while you cannot control that slutty little pussy of yours." He was turning me on again just like that! Damn! "I want to taste you though, Master. May I? Even just a drop of precum?" He didn't answer me but his look told me no. "Well, maybe next time?" I begged. "We'll see," he said, smiling at me. I leaned against him. He felt so good. I felt so good. I kept playing with my cuffs. "I never want to take these off," I admitted. I felt sexier than ever before with them on. And every time I moved my collar jingled. This felt, right. This is what I need. Except... I slid down his lap and onto the floor, kneeling between his legs. Something about being on his lap felt off. It felt great but it wasn't my true place. Once I was on my knees, I looked up at him. I felt perfect. Content. Serene. Happy. No euphoric. It was a heady, dizzying feeling. "This is my place," I told him matter of factly. He nodded and smiled at me. "Is it strange that I feel better like this?" I felt like I should feel dirty or bad for wanting to be on my knees in front of him. And it's not because I wanted to suck his cock. Well, not right now, at least. I wanted to feel like his pet. His slave. His. And I did this way. "No, it's perfectly natural for you to feel this way." He was stroking my hair, as I gazed up at him. I normally hate people touching my hair. But I craved it from him. I nuzzled my nose against his crotch. That's when he took the picture of me. I looked up and he snapped it. He showed me, and I gasped. I look gorgeous. I don't like pictures of myself but this one is stellar. My collar and cuffs are visible, but what's best is my eyes. I look ridiculously radiant. I could have stayed there on my knees before him forever. We were having "pillow talk" and it was great. I got up and straddled his thigh again so I could put my tits in his face. "Please suck on them, Master?" And suck on them he did. He pulled the top of my lingerie down freeing my breasts and nipples. I gyrated on his thigh. Fuck this is fantastic. "I think you have a wet spot on your leg," I breathed as I held on tight to his neck, keeping his face at my cleavage. He even did a motor boat on my tits. I giggled again. My phone then alerted me that the ball game was over. Boo. I checked my phone for any texts and there were none. I stood up and twirled for my master, giving him one last look at my body. "Guess I should get going, huh?" I sighed. I walked over to the bed and began packing up my toys. It really felt like I just walked in the door! Then he was behind me, feeling my body again. I arched my back and wiggled my ass into his crotch. He moaned, kissing my neck and back. He then bent me over the bed and fake fucked me, slamming his crotch into my ass. "I love fucking like this," he told me. "I have the perfect angle and control for my thrusts." He pounded me harder and harder, and I cried out in need. His hand was inside my thong in seconds, his fingers thrusting into my pussy. He kept fucking me harder and harder... "What are you doing to me? How do you make me feel like this?" I panted. "I know just what you need, slave. I know your needs better than you do." And in that very moment, I knew that to be true. I didn't cum from that, but I didn't need to. He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and turned my head to slide them into my mouth. I sucked my juices fervently from him, then turned around and kissed him, my arms around his neck, holding him close to me, yearning to feel his hard cock. My hand trailed down to his shorts and rubbed him from the outside. "Oh Master, I don't want to go, but I have to." I reluctantly stripped off my lingerie and got dressed. I knew I had to touch up my makeup so I ducked into the bathroom. Wow. What a night. I knew it was just the tip of the iceberg so to speak of what he could teach me/do to me. I really hope we can meet again. I emerged from the bathroom and got all of my things together. I was moving very slowly. "Will you walk me out please?" I asked him. "Of course," he replied. "I have to keep my baby girl safe." I smiled and threw myself into his arms. And with that we were walking back through the hotel. I felt so at ease with this man. It really boggles my mind. To meet someone with the sole purpose of doing what we just did. It was erotic, and slutty, and potentially dangerous. And hot as hell. He walked me all the way to my car, and even offered to pay for my parking. I told him no thank you. He chuckled as he looked in the back of my van. "So that's where you sit when you cum like the slut you are when we are on the phone?" "Yes, Master. See the seat is reclined so I can relax?" I chuckled back at him. I gave him a final hug, and we said our good byes. "Thank you Master. That was...incredible," I blushed at the memories. "You were wonderful. Thank you," he said back to me. He took my hand then, and kissed it. I felt so cherished. We said our final good byes and he walked back into the hotel. "Until we meet again," I whispered after him, blowing him a kiss. * My last thoughts. I had such a wonderful experience with my master on Friday. He was so gentle with me, making sure not to push me too hard too fast so as not to sour me on the life style. It couldn't have been better. Well, unless we had more time. ;-) I'm very disappointed that I couldn't handle the nipple clamps. I'm hoping at our next rendezvous I can try some that are slightly less intense. I am looking forward to being tied spread eagle on his bed both face up and face down so he can truly have his way with my body as he pleases. I hope to be flogged and cropped, and spanked by my master's bare hands. I love the feel of him spanking me. Especially when I was cumming. I would love to use the blind fold more, and possibly have cuffs that I cannot escape from. The anal sex was amazing. Especially the dp. That was probably the hottest moment we experienced. Well except when he was finger fucking me at the end. God that was passionate. I know his hard limit is his cock, in regards to me touching it, sucking it or fucking it. Which is/has been difficult for me to accept. However, I hope to at least be able to touch it, maybe lick it, drink his cum, and clean him up with my mouth afterwards. It is my ultimate fantasy. He wanted me to list things that I want to try, so there are some that I can think of now. Luckily I can continue to add to the list until he comes back to see me. Thanks for reading!