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The Master Chef-Second Meeting

By: SunGoddess7



This was crazy. One night, one experience three weeks ago and I was hooked. The feeling of being restrained, of being roughed up in that oh so tantalizing way, of being punished by an unseen stranger, was simply amazing. And now, I was going to experience it all again.

I sat in the hotel lobby, waiting. I knew the clerk was eyeing me from behind her desk, but I did not mind. I was staring at my phone's clock, willing it to move faster. Earlier that afternoon he had told me that I was going to be punished. This is a test of your submission and dedication, and you have already failed. I knew why, but I was just anticipating the punishment. Good God, I had really gotten into this last time. Who knew what he had planned for me tonight?

I frowned. My phone switched from 9:49 to 9:50 without so much as a text. My first assigned punishment of the night was delaying my arrival. We had originally planned for 9:30, but I was being deprived of fifteen minutes. Do not be late, he had warned when I protested. Now I had to wait for him.

With a sigh, I opened his latest message to me. Wait downstairs until I call you up. I wanted to disobey, to be outside his room ready for the instant he called. But I had no clue what he was up to tonight, and the thought of disobeying, after already having to refuse one of his instructions, made me squirm. I didn't think I could handle that much punishment.

"Please call..." I grumbled, tapping the smooth leather arm of my chair impatiently. I was already feeling pleasant butterflies in my stomach. I did not feel as nervous this time, but I was definitely getting that growing feeling that appears when I encounter something unknown. However, I was welcoming it this time...meeting my Master. I fidgeted. A new title to give him...I knew I'd blush if I had to use it, but it definitely helped put me in the mood.

It wasn't a call that interrupted my phone's black screen. A lit up text made my heart jump out of my chest.

Come to me.

I wasted no time. A quick "Yes sir!" was sent as I practically jumped over to the elevator. This time I knew I would not hesitate or freeze inside. I wanted to be in his room, now, ready for anything he would hit me with.

My bravery faded a little as the doors opened with a shuddering groan. A blank cement wall faced me, and cool open air blew over my skin. The walkways at this hotel were exposed to the outside, and I fiddled with a button on my tied up shirt. It was very chilly, and I knew my girls were already standing at attention from the temperature and the excitement.

With a grimace, I went out into the cool air, counting plaques on the doors as I walked past multiple rooms toward 249. Each step made my stomach jitter anxiously. Almost there!

As I approached, a new apprehension grew. I heard voices growing louder, and I could see past the railing that two men stood in the parking lot, smoking a cigarette. I froze. They were standing far enough out that they would be able to see me blindly meet my Master. Right now, I didn't think they paid much attention. But if he answered the door like last time...I flushed. I did not think I could handle the exposure to an audience.

But, I had to get in there. Timidly, I knocked three times and turned. The men in the lot did not pay much attention to my relief. That is, until the door swung open behind me. One man knocked the other's shoulder with a stubby fist and they both watched as my bag was removed from my hand and the familiar scrap of cloth replacing it. I wished I could see what they saw...catch a glimpse of my Master. Oh shit.

I waited until the door clicked shut, ignoring the men's voices below as they now watched me with great interest. I wondered if Master knew they were there. Shaking, I lifted the blindfold. Black, soft fabric, thick enough I would not be able to see at all. Firmly, I put it on, deleting my voyeurs from sight and reminding myself to get on with my mission. I turned slowly, then knocked.

I did not hear the door open, my blood was pounding so loudly in my ears. I gasped as my upper arm was grabbed and I let myself be yanked into an unseen room. The door closed immediately and I was shoved roughly against its surface. My chest pressed uncomfortably against the wood, and I moaned. My Master was right at work, wasting no time. In an instant, my shoes were removed and my arms were yanked over my head, pinning each wrist high above me.

"Stay there," I heard him command. The sexy, familiar voice made me bite my lip. Of course I knew not to disobey. Last time had shown me what happened if I was not obedient. The unseen man did not frisk me this time, but he did slide his hands between myself and the door, cupping my breasts. He squeezed roughly, and I moaned without shame. It felt so good!

"You have misbehaved, slave." I cringed as he pinched my nipples through my clothes. "You did not follow my orders, did you?" I shook, excited and scared all at the same time. "Do you accept your punishment? All of it, completely?" His words held a deep promise, and I knew it was going to be one hell of a night.

"Yes, sir."

He suddenly moved his hands lower, grabbing the edges of my plaid shirt and yanking hard. I cried out from surprise. A soft pop of a button could be heard, but the material stayed covering my body. I felt him tense up behind me. "You deviated from my orders." He disappeared, leaving my body absent of warmth for a moment.

I paused, thinking quickly. He had asked me to wear the same thing...I had done as he asked, I thought, with my black capris and purple plaid shirt. Of course, I couldn't wear it normally...the buttons were popped off. I had resorted to tying the ends in a knot above my midriff, showing a white tank top underneath instead. Was it the extra shirt? The way I was wearing it? I shakily drew my hands down, fumbling for the knot I had tied. "Sir, I can untie it..."

I was unable to finish. My hands were yanked away hard and slammed back against the wood. I gasped loudly, freezing in his grasp.

His breath tickled my ear. "I did not tell you to move." He released my wrists roughly but I kept them frozen in place. A moment later, something sharp pressed into my back, and I gasped louder. A soft rip cut through the silence, and my shirt was torn away from my back. I protested quickly--I loved this shirt!--but a strong hand shoved itself into the small of my back, making me silent. My poor button-up was cut free and snatched away.

I was worried for a moment that my Master was going to cut my tank top as well, but he just slid it over my head and onto the floor, joining my tattered scrap of a shirt. I thought for a brief moment that I would be punished further, for wearing a different set of underwear. I had wanted to please him, and a sweet, lacy gray bra and panties set had seemed to fit the bill. But if wearing my shirt differently was bad, this might be worse.

Fingers danced over my bra line and to the valley between, slowly trailing down. I moaned softly. He must be pleased, because he hasn't said anything in a few minutes. I arched into his touch as his fingers stretched lower, trailing down my exposed stomach to my capris. This time, he did not have me help undress, but roughly tugged the jean material down my legs himself. I was left pinned between him and the door, wearing only my underwear.

I squirmed nervously. I was unnerved by his silence. Last time, he had asked me questions and was so rough, I was overwhelmed. Now, silence was driving me insane with want, and I just wanted him to use that deliciously smooth voice.

Fingers went back up to my breasts, and they were cupped over my bra. "You have perfect breasts," I heard him murmur quietly, and I shivered. In an instant the bra was unclasped and discarded, allowing him full access to my alert chest.

"Thank you sir."

My panties were torn down next, leaving me again in only my blindfold. I waited for a hand to touch me, or lips to taste me, but nothing happened. "Turn around." I did so as quickly as I dared, trying to balance myself.

A hand circled around the back of my exposed neck, and I fidgeted nervously. "Follow my voice." I nodded slowly as he guided me forward a few steps. The soft, textured body of a chair hit me at about knee level and the hand on my neck pressed harder. "Bend." I put my upper body down quickly into a pile of what felt like soft, cotton pillows. A warm, firm hand pushed into my back, keeping me still, and I felt the arm of the chair press against my crotch. I held in a moan and instead rested my hands on the other armrest, waiting for his instructions.

A hand grasped my left ankle firmly and tugged it to the side, making me stretch out awkwardly. Silk secured my ankle to one leg of the chair, and soon my right ankle was similarly tied. "Sir..." I started, but froze as he moved in front of me, stretching my hands out to be bound as well. They were not tied to the chair, however, which caused a small smile. I would have some freedom here.

I gasped as the chair moved slightly, like it was on wheels. "Move with it," my Master prompted, and I struggled to keep up as he rotated me slightly. I was properly arranged to his satisfaction, and I waited for more orders. Instead, fingers scraped lightly down my bare back, making my whole body shiver.

"You are disobedient, slave." A sharp slap hit my bottom, and I jerked against my binds, yelping. "Do you want to be fucked?" I nodded quickly, opting not to talk just yet. Another spank, harder this time. "You do not deserve it." I moaned softly.

I felt his large fingers reach over and run up between my legs, and there was nothing I could do to stop him. "You are so wet, slave." I blushed scarlet and mewled piteously as he kept playing with me. Too soon his fingers withdrew and he was standing in front of me again, tilting my head up. "Open your mouth."

I did so obediently, and he shoved himself inside. His warm flesh pulsed and I moaned around it. I liked his cock...so smooth, too big to take completely which was a shame. I wanted more of it, but I did my best. A groan fell out of my Master's lips as I bobbed forward. I tried to please him, and from his sounds I was doing my job.

"Do you want me to come in your mouth?" I heard him ask. His voice was smooth, no hitch at all. I moaned a yes and sucked harder, letting my tongue circle around him. In an instant he pulled backward and my mouth was left hanging open.

"You don't get that either." I turned my head in his direction, frowning.

"Yes, sir," I said reluctantly, trying not to pout. I tried to focus, to hear where he went, but I heard nothing. Then his fingers stroked into me again, and I lurched forward. "Ah!"

I heard a soft chuckle as his fingers went deep inside me. "You like that?" I moaned another yes sir and pushed myself back, trying to get more. He pulled away instantly. "No." I wanted to curse, but something probed me again, this time bigger. "Now, push."

I pushed back and gasped. Had the blindfold not been there, my eyes would be wide open as well. While this new item was not as big as he was, it was definitely more filling than his fingers. I released a long, high moan. "Pleeeeease..."

My Master stepped away, and I again twisted in my position, trying to listen to his movements. "Do you like being punished?" He was in front of me again, and I nodded.

"Yes sir-AH!"

A pleasant vibration pulsed in my pussy. I convulsed from shock and my hands tugged upward. "Sir!" A vibrator! He was using a vibrator on me! My face was hot and I panted when it finally turned off. I had never used a toy before, ever, and now here I was. I know I cried out when my Master turned the toy back on, and I arched my back.

I heard him chuckle over my moans. "Open your mouth, slave." It wasn't hard to do, as it was already hanging open for whimpers to spill out. I took his cock again, deeply, and moaned my contentment. Everything felt sooo good, and I thanked him wordlessly with my mouth. He paused. "Are you close?"

I moaned a long reply around his length. The vibrator buzzing, him in my mouth...I was going crazy! A slap hit my ass, and I nearly choked. "Don't you dare come without my permission. Understood?"

I squeezed my eyes shut under my blindfold. The feelings were so strong, I didn't know how I could possibly keep myself under control. Again my mouth was vacated and he allowed me to cry out. The toy pulsed steadily, and I tightened around it. Good God...

"Tell me," I heard him say. "Are you close?" I nodded vehemently, squirming as far as my ties would allow.

"Ye-yes sir! So clo-ose!" I panted. My breathing hitched between groans. "Pleease sir!"

My Master stood behind me, touching my clit and rubbing hard. "Come." I moaned in gratitude as I convulsed harder. The ties holding me to the chair were tightening uncomfortably around my legs but I could not hold myself up enough to lessen the feeling. I was too overwhelmed.

As I came down from my high, with the vibrator still churning away, I felt his hand rub my bare ass. "How many are we at?" He asked softly. What? I tried to clear my head and think.

"Um, th-three sir."

I got spanked. Hard. "Four," he corrected me as I cried out again. The toy was tugged sharply out of me and I was left with my own quivering body as he continued.

"Five," he prompted with another spank. I cried out and repeated it shakily. Another hard slap.

"S-six sir!" I moaned. Another. "Seven sir!"

As I counted the next one, my Master stood right behind me again. "Do you know why you have been punished tonight, slave?" I shook my head. "You did not follow my orders. You choose your professional life over your Master, and you are going to pay." Then I felt him, actually him now, slide inside me from behind.

I arched my back as best as I could, groaning as he moved with deep, slow thrusts. I squeezed my muscles to encase him, to let him know how much I loved this feeling. I heard a sharp intake of breath and the thrusts became faster.

"Do you want me to come? Come inside your pussy?" I could only groan as he pumped faster, his hands pinning me to the chair. Last time I was adamant, no condom, no sex, and I got punished for it. But this time, I felt like jelly, and I knew he could do anything to me and I would allow it.

Then, as quickly as it started, he pulled out. Unlike the toy, I felt much emptier without him stretching me, filling me. I whimpered and turned in his direction, pouting uselessly. I was so close again, but he must have known. It wasn't fair!

I felt the probing at my entrance again, and the vibrator returned, already buzzing excitedly. I gasped and twisted against my binds, moaning loudly. "Sir!" He held the toy outside, on my clit, teasing me. "Sir!" I repeated, louder and more desperate.

"Yes, slave?"

I panted, my eyes squeezed tightly shut under my blindfold. "Sir, I am so close sir!" I rushed to get the words out, unable to stop my cries. I felt him push the toy inside, and I cried out again.

"Do you want to come?"

I shook my head and moaned, clenching my fists shut. My nails cut into my palms, forcing myself to focus. "N-not without your permission, sir!" I gasped again as I felt his hand cupping between my legs, his index finger tapping my clit assuredly where the toy had just been. "I do not want-ooh-to disappoint you SIR!" I was shaking from concentration and need. If he didn't want me there yet, I might get punished again because in a moment, there would be no holding back.

Instead of an answer, I felt something small and wet touch my ass. At first I thought he was licking me, but I felt something harder, and round. The mysterious object wasted no time and found my opening. "Push backward," came my Master's command, and I did hesitantly.

"A-ah siiir..." I whined. The object slid inside, pushing forward, until the next round shape hit, bigger now. It was also pushed inside me, and I could feel the vibrator and this new toy almost touching inside. It felt so good, and I wanted to give in and collapse. A third object prompted my ass, as if asking for entry, and I tensed up. It was too big. "S-sir it hurts..."

He must have thought I was punished enough, because my Master backed off, leaving the newest toy inside me. I felt him brush against my fingers, announcing silently that he was again in front of me. I felt him lean over me, and a quick spanking pushed me even closer to the edge. "You may come."

I needed no further prompting. I cried out loudly as he hit my bottom one more time, and I convulsed for what seemed like minutes. An overwhelming feeling of exhaustion took over, and I dropped my head and arms, thankfully defeated. "Th-thank you sir."

Something brushed against my cheek, and I lifted my blinded face back up. "Thank me this way," he growled, and I felt his cock impatiently waiting for my mouth to open. I did so, and he let me adore him with my lips and tongue. I was tired but enjoying every second of my punishment, and I gave him my best.

"Do you like being triple penetrated?" He murmured, and I could hear a tinge of roughness that I hadn't heard before. "Do you like being so filled up?" I moaned, half in answer and half from the vibrator's ministrations, which had not ceased after my latest orgasm. I was ready to explode again, but I wanted to pleasure him first.

He sensed this. "You will keep doing this until I come in your mouth. Do you understand?" I bobbed my head faster in reply, sucking diligently. I took him as deep as I could without my hands, and I listened to his groans as we both felt that good feeling creep back up.

Hands grabbed the back of my head, under my messy bun, and I felt him move deeper. "Let me fuck your mouth." I had no choice as he thrusted deeply, past my tongue and down my throat. I kept up with him, my breathing ragged but manageable. I felt myself get wetter from how he treated me, and I was shaking again. I moaned a warning against him.

"You may come again, slave," he muttered, freezing deep in my mouth. I tried to pull back but he held me still. Panic set in as the lack of air hit me. I couldn't see, I couldn't tell him I was uncomfortable. His cock was too deep in my throat; I couldn't breathe! My body trembled excitedly and fearfully. Finally I could wait no longer, and I pushed my bound hands against his leg, fully starting to panic.

I was seeing stars when he pulled back to the front of my mouth. A swell of fresh air made my head rush and I tumbled over the edge, moaning and shaking heavily. The man continued his movements, but he did not go so deep again. "You did well, slave. Keep going."

I sucked harder, still shaking from my latest climax. It had hit so hard, and I was not sure I would be standing if the ties were not forcing me. My Master's voice grew sharper, and I tried to focus completely on him, not my newest building orgasm. They seemed to rise quicker now, one on top of another, and I had no recovery time before the next one was ready. He groaned again.

"I am going to fill your mouth. You will take it all." I pulsed around my toys at his words and moaned weakly. I could already taste some of him, salty but so tasty. I wanted him now, and I renewed my efforts to get him there. His groans were getting louder, and I felt him move his hands to my shoulders instead.

"There! Right..there!" I felt him tighten in my mouth and he gave a series of short, quick thrusts just over the tip of my tongue. I sucked the tip of his cock, and it sent him over. Suddenly he was back in my mouth, near the back of my throat, and he emptied himself into me. I enjoyed the saltiness, and I lightly sucked to get more. I did it!

Once he was done, and I had cleaned him, my Master pulled out slowly. "Good girl. You may be rewarded for that." He moved behind me, and I moaned as he began rubbing my clit slowly. "Tell me when you are close."


The Master Chef-Second Meeting



I started quivering again. No, I had been quivering this whole time, but now it was harder, signaling the approach of another fantastic orgasm. "Yes, sir!" I gasped, and then moaned loudly as he began playing with the toy in my ass. He pushed and pulled it, back and forth, so the two objects massaged me internally. They felt especially good as the vibrator kept hitting them, making the round items seem to vibrate as well. "Sir, I'm there!"

He played faster, and I felt my head start to reel as the feelings approached. "Sir yes, right there, please! Oh yes, I'm com-ing, there! Ah!" I threw my head back, crying out my climax as I shook harder than I had all night. As I did this, the two toys were yanked out of my body, and I collapsed back onto the chair with a yelp.

As I twitched, I felt my ankles get untied and my hands followed suit. "We are not done slave. Stand if you wish."

I couldn't stop a giggle escape my lips. "I...I can't move sir." I was impressed enough that I was even still holding on to the chair. "May I kneel instead sir?"

He seemed to process my request. "That is acceptable." I slowly lowered myself from the soft armchair to the floor, very aware that he was most likely watching my every move. My breasts heaved slightly from the exercise, and I felt my very hard nipples harden even more now that the air was hitting them.

My Master touched my face, snapping my tired attention back on him as he adjusted my blindfold. "Do you enjoy being punished, slave?" I nodded and replied with a yes sir. "Do you like what I do to you?" His voice was quiet but firm, and I shivered.

"Yes, sir," I answered quietly, almost shyly. He had cut off my shirt, tied me up, used toys, fucked my mouth and fucked me. And suddenly I was feeling shy. I blushed.

"Stand."

I hesitated at the order, and felt his hand at my shoulder immediately. I took it blindly and, though my legs still shook with the effort, managed to stand up. He pulled me close to his chest, my back pressed against him, for what seemed like a long moment. Then he guided me forward. "Bend over."

I did so, and my hands touched the soft mattress. I gasped as I felt his fingers slide inside me, feeling how wet I had become from my punishment. He pulled them out without a word and returned with something else. As it was pushed inside, I whimpered. It felt good, but I really wanted him back inside me instead.

"Stand up." He helped me back up and led me back toward the chair where I was bound not five minutes ago. "Have you ever dressed in the dark?"

I opened my mouth, slightly surprised. "Yes. In theatre." I waited for more explanation from him. I didn't have to wait long.

"You are going to get dressed." I bit my lip, confused, but stayed quiet. A piece of fabric was handed to me. "The bow is in the front," he murmured, and I realized he was presenting my panties. I slid them on quickly, using the chair as a support.

My Master handed me items, and guided me to put them on correctly. "Why do you think I am dressing you?" He asked smoothly, and I frowned. I had no clue, but I knew it meant I was not getting fucked right now.

"Are you taking me somewhere, sir?"

He slid his hands over my still bare chest, making me gasp and arch. "Yes." He teased my nipples for a moment, making me groan softly. Then he handed me my bra, and I slipped the lacy fabric over me reluctantly.

"Where, sir?"

He handed me my tank top. "I do not know." He sounded playful, amused even. "But we will have fun." I dressed quickly, trying to think of what fun he had planned. I do not like public displays, and I was not sure I would like this.

Suddenly, my toy buzzed, and I gasped, completely shocked. I caught myself on the bed and it turned off again, leaving me scarlet. I heard a dark laugh. "This is going to be very fun."

I blushed deeper. Playing games and playing the part in a hotel room was one thing; going out to continue was another. I heard the jingle of keys and my Master grabbed my hand. "Let's go." He guided me up and out the door, still in the dark, and told me to wait in the open hallway.

It was cooler than earlier, now raining slightly, and I shivered. A click told me the door was shut and I was spun around, my blindfold ripped off. My Master's eyes flashed mischievously as I gasped again at the quick movement. "Hey there."

I smiled nervously. "Hi." He moved closer and I threw my arms around him, meeting him for a long kiss. It was good to see again, and very good to get a little taste also. The man squeezed me and pulled away, his grin wide.

"Having fun?" I nodded eagerly. I looked at him, paying attention as my sight was newly returned. He wore a dark blue polo and khaki shorts, with his hands casually tucked into his pockets. He looked really good, and I really did not want to leave the hotel.

Dark eyes watched me back. "Put the key in your purse and wait for me downstairs," he instructed, and I saw his lips twitch into a smile. I nodded and took the card, and, with a quiet direction from his part to show which way to go, I headed down the cement stairs to the parking lot below. Luckily, the men from before were not there.

I had reached the bottom step when my toy buzzed alive again. I nearly slipped, grabbing for the railing in time. "Shit," I whispered between clenched teeth. It felt soo good, and he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I was really enjoying the waves of pleasure starting, panting quietly, when it stopped again.

I heard footsteps and I snapped my eyes open to see my Master walk toward me. He wasn't even hiding his grin, and I glared at him. "Not funny," I pouted. He just laughed and walked past me to the lot.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

I frowned and followed him. The rain was light, but he motioned for me to stay under the cover while he slowly retrieved the truck. I don't know what he was using, but about every ten feet my toy started up, making me jump each time. He kept it on for a few seconds only, and I was getting frustrated.

Finally, he pulled up to the curb with his white truck, and I climbed into the passenger's seat. My arms were folded across my chest, and he chuckled. "Where do you want to go?"

Back to the hotel room. I kept the thought to myself. He had made me exhausted earlier, but now this damn vibrator was keeping me on edge, and I wanted more. "Anywhere's fine, sir," I settled, smiling.

My Master glanced over at me. "You don't have to call me that when we are outside," he murmured, and quickly gave me another kiss. A silly grin spread on my face and he pulled out of the lot. "Let's go."

~*~*~

It took a while, but we finally pulled into a bar and grill. I was nearly panting by then, as my Master had shown me the little remote that came with my toy. And he had put it to good use on our short drive over here, much to his amusement and my pleasure. But now, it was turned off, and I reluctantly followed him inside the restaurant doors.

The restaurant was divided into three parts-the restaurant seating, bar seating, and another bar and game area in the back. "Where do you want to sit?" My Master asked nonchalantly. I looked up at him, trying to read his face, then looked around. The bar was the busiest, nearly packed.

"The restaurant side?" I prompted, gazing back at him. Some privacy would be nice, especially knowing what he had inside his pocket for me. This was the wrong answer apparently.

"Follow me," he said, and I followed the handsome man toward the bar side. He allowed me a booth right behind another group of men, and motioned for me to pick a side. I blanched. Either I would be right next to the men and they would hear me, or they would be able to see my reactions whenever my tormentor pushed the remote. Quickly, I sat with my back to the men. I'd just have to really concentrate on not gasping.

With a large grin, he sat across from me. "Are you okay?" I nodded silently, aware of the heat on my cheeks meaning I was blushing. His eyes danced with amusement. "You look good. Relax, have some fun."

I giggled and took a deep breath. He wouldn't do anything mean while we were out here. I would not get punished at least. I smiled at him. "You hungry?"

He didn't answer at first, but just kept looking at me. "Yes," he finally relented, breaking eye contact. He glanced over at the busy bar. "I wonder where the waitress is."

I was ready to answer when my vibrator danced on. I jumped in my seat, dropping my mouth open and quickly snapping it shut. Oh, shit. I forced myself to stay quiet and after a few squirmy moments, it shut off. My Master was openly grinning again, and he turned back to me.

"Not fair," I muttered. He laughed and the waitress came by. Two menus were quickly given and she was off again. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he was going to play with me with her at the table. I had no poker face, so this was going to be a long night. "Jerk."

He laughed again, and ran a hand through his dark hair. Later, I would have to really grab a fistful of that hair, so he'd know how much I was enjoying this. But for now, I'd have to wait in public, with him right there. "You can sit by me if you'd like," I offered innocently.

My Master chuckled. "Why would I do that? I am just fine over here." He shrugged casually and I frowned.

"Maybe I want you over here." I wanted to touch him. He was constantly teasing me, why couldn't I do that to him too? I challenged him with my gaze and folded my arms to my chest. He met me with a wide smile. I noticed how smooth his face looked. Very clean shaven this time. He looked very good.

In response, my toy buzzed on. I let out a soft cry and jumped again. My frown disappeared and I shot him a warning smile, as if to say don't go too far. His own look shot back, showing me he didn't care about my warning. "Pick something." He gestured back at my menu, then picked up his own, studying it with mock concentration.

I grumbled under my breath, fidgeting in my seat. My hidden toy was massaging me in the best way right now, and I was feeling more heat rise to my cheeks. I forced myself to look at a menu. How could I think about food right now, when he was teasing me to no end? I silently cursed him and thanked him for the pleasing vibrations in my head.

"Friend pickles look good," I finally settled, dropping my menu. I looked up to see him staring at me, his grin bright. I swallowed quickly. "What?"

He shrugged again, smiling bigger. "Nothing." He looked back down and my toy clicked off. My eyes widened in disbelief. What? That's not fair! I was really close that time! But he didn't look at me. "Maybe I'll try the macaroni..."

I pouted in my corner of the booth and the waitress came back just in time. "What will it be folks?" She asked sweetly. My Master gave me a similarly sweet look and I glared back warily. No. Oh no.

I blinked and clenched my jaw as the toy switched on. Damn it! I flushed as he began ordering. "I'll have the macaroni and a pale ale. Which ones do you have?" He listened to her intently as I tried to stay still, concentrating very hard on not squirming. "Then that's what I want. What about you?" The man turned his gleeful eyes back to me.

I pretended to not see. "I'll try the fried pickles please. And I'll take a Guinness." I handed my menu back quickly and thanked her. Luckily, she left just as quickly, and I shot my foot out under the table, hitting his leg.

"Ow!" I knew I didn't really hurt him by the smile on his face. My Master knew exactly what he was doing, and I couldn't help but like it. Damn it again. "Maybe I'll just stop," he murmured. "Since you don't like it?"

I widened my eyes. "Please don't." I was so close again, I didn't want him to stop. "I'm sorry I kicked you." I was breathing harder and had my fingers clenched. He noticed this.

"Are you close?" He asked calmly, like he had just asked how my day went. Our waitress returned before I could answer, bringing us our beer. Once she was gone again, he leaned over the table. "Take a drink when you are ready." His smooth voice made me shiver, and I nodded. It did not take long and soon I grabbed my dark beer, taking a long, slow sip of the bitter liquid.

With a smile, my Master turned the toy back off. "I'm glad you're enjoying your gift." He took a drink himself and I closed my eyes, relaxing now that the pressure was off. I was so alert, so turned on, and he was just pushing up to the next level.

"Thank you," I breathed. Then, with a cheeky smile, I added, "Sir." He nearly choked on his ale, and I laughed. I stopped when he suddenly got up. "Are you okay?"

He started walking away. "Going to the bathroom." He paused, and looked back at me. "I'm taking my time." I nodded, confused, and he turned the corner out of sight. It soon became clear what he was doing, and I squirmed in my seat yet again. I needed to steal that remote from him. I groaned inaudibly into my cup as I raised it to my lips again.

The waitress came by once, letting me know that our food was almost ready. I thanked her again and waited impatiently for my Master to return. I risked a glance around the restaurant. The group in the booth behind me was loud and having a good time. Four men, older and rounder fellows, kept laughing and cheering as they watched a football game on one of several TV's above the bar. A table in the center of the restaurant had two middle-aged couples, seemingly catching up with each other.

I groaned again when my new toy turned off, although I couldn't see my Master returning yet. Either the remote has a very good range, or he was watching me from somewhere.

In a moment he returned, face bright and eager. I couldn't help but smile when he sat beside me instead of back across the table. "Food will be here soon." He smiled back.

"Good. I'm starving." He pulled his beer closer to him and took a long pull. "Only had airport food today." We started talking about his recent trip and he pulled out his phone to show pictures. I was so wrapped up in the conversation that I almost forgot about the remote in his pocket.

He buzzed it momentarily, and I jerked against him. My heart quickened and I looked at him sharply. "You've done that enough," I breathed, and he just laughed. His hand moved, and I looked down to see it slide over my leg and rest on my thigh.

"Not nearly enough." He squeezed emphatically, and I shivered again. The toy turned off once more and I tensed. "See? You like having it on." He was quiet, his rich voice only loud enough for me to hear, but it lit a fire. He was right.

I did not tell him this, though. We saw the waitress coming back with our food, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a mischievous grin slide onto his face. No, no, no. I liked the toy, but it was embarrassing having it on with someone nearby. What if they noticed?

Too late. I squeezed the hand on my thigh as the vibrator buzzed again, and I crossed my legs to try and hide how good it felt. The waitress reached our table and put down our food. A large bowl of macaroni, with white sauce, diced tomatoes, and chicken was set in front of my Master and a pile of fried pickles sat by me, delicious ranch ready for dipping. But I had no appetite; I was too distracted to think about food.

My Master wasn't done though. "This looks fabulous," he told the waitress. "What is in it?" I gazed at him with a hidden frown. He is a chef himself, he probably knows exactly what's in it. He avoided my glare as she shared the ingredients brightly. "I see, very nice." He glanced back at me. "Weren't you telling me about the best macaroni in town? What was in that one?"

I blinked in surprise. What? I saw his dark eyes sparkle with amusement. "Yeah, but I can't really remember what was in it," I muttered, embarrassed. The toy vibrated steadily, making me squeeze his hand tighter.

"But there was something special about it. What was it?" He pushed, then looked back at our waitress. "She said it was the best."

I flushed, squirming lightly. "Um, I think there was bacon in it." I played along, trying to sound normal and not at all flustered. I don't know how well I succeeded, but the waitress did not seem to notice. She laughed and commented on how good that would taste, then left to get back to work.

I punched my Master in the arm as soon as she was gone, then gasped. "Sorry." I jerked as I hit the edge, and I quickly put my head on his shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut. I felt him shake with laughter, and I ignored him as I came again. Ooh shit.

When I lifted my head, he chuckled. "So responsive." He cupped his hand between my legs and I jerked again, into him.

I groaned. "You have no idea." I let my own hand drape over his lap, and I felt him behind his shorts. Oh, maybe he does. "I like playing like this," I told him honestly. I was sure I was blushing again, but I don't know. I nearly gasped as I felt him twitch under my hand. I squeezed lightly, letting him know I felt it, and he let out a long breath.

"Be careful," he warned. I pulled my hand away and instead, started eating. The pickles were really good, and I realized how hungry I actually was. Getting teased really worked up an appetite.

Halfway through our meal and talking, he turned the toy on again. I nearly dropped my food, taking me off guard. As I squirmed, my Master handed me his phone. I tried to focus on the screen and past my rising libido. I looked back at him, confused. "What?"

He grinned. "Look at yourself." I gazed back at the screen. His camera was open, ready to take a picture, and it was focused on me. My face was flushed and eyes were fairly wide, but otherwise I looked normal. My Master leaned closer. "I want you to watch yourself come."

I froze. "W-what?" I squeaked. The instruction had turned my pleasure up several notches, and I moved my free hand to cover my mouth. "Why?" I murmured through my fingers, trying to not moan. I tried to hand him the phone back, but he kept it still, facing me.

"Because you look great when you do. And I want you to watch it again later."

I blinked again. "Wait, is it recording?" He nodded, bemused by my question, and I snapped my attention to the screen. Sure enough, the little red button was blinking and numbers were counting seconds. "I...I can't do that."

He held my hand steady, keeping the screen focused directly on my face. "Yes, you can." He nodded at my half-empty Guinness. "Then take a drink."

I tried to hide my burning face with my spare hand. I was so embarrassed. "Why?" I moaned piteously, knowing I was whining. But I was feeling hot and knew that I was getting close. I tried to blink the feeling away.

"Because," he whispered, eyes twinkling, "I want to know when you finish." He chuckled again as I squeezed my eyes shut momentarily. When I opened them again, he was grinning. "I need to know when to turn it off."

I blushed deeper, but put my left hand down. I knew I was going to hit the edge; his orders and the toy and the camera were a great combination. My lips parted as I started to fall, and I quickly grabbed my beer, letting him take the phone again.

I was ready, nearly panting as I urged the little toy on, when the waitress came by again. "Everything good here?" She asked, and I snapped to attention.

"It's fine, thanks." I gave her a large smile as she nodded and left. My hand dropped off the table and onto my Master's lap, and I squeezed him to match my climax as it hit hard. Aware his camera still watched me, I took my Guinness, gave the phone a faint smile, and took a long gulp. With a chuckle, my handsome torturer flipped the remote's switch and I pulsed around a motionless toy for a minute longer.

"Let's go play pool." He pushed the rest of his food to the center of the table and scooted out of the booth. A hand offered itself to me, and I followed suit, wary of my jelly legs and his wanting to walk so soon after that high. But I followed him, unable to stop a smile. This was embarrassing, but very exciting too, and as we kept it up, the more exciting it was getting.




The Master Chef-Second Meeting



We walked to the games area and were disappointed that pool was already taken. But we looked at our options and decided darts was a good backup. "Get some quarters," my Master ordered, and he turned to the bartender for the darts. Eagerly, I grabbed some cash and went over to the change machine. I knew as I walked he would be playing again, teasing, and I was right. I grinned with each short pulse he sent me, and I glared playfully over my shoulder as I walked. He gazed back innocently.

When I reached the coin machine, he sent a long burst of vibrations, and I leaned against the machine slightly. "Ooh my God," I muttered slowly, collecting my quarters as fast as I could. Too soon, it was switched off, and I frowned as I walked back. My Master was sitting at the bar, watching me walk toward him.

"Fun walk?" he asked brightly, and I burst into giggles.

"Very." I handed him some quarters and he got the game ready. "But you can't do that when it's my turn," I warned him. He frowned but nodded. We played for about twenty minutes, slowly getting numbers off the board and cheering when I got three bulls-eyes cleared.

About halfway through the game, he buzzed me once, and I glared at him. "Not fair." I reminded him. He sat on his bar stool, grinning devilishly. Fine. I stepped up close, between his knees, and kissed him hard. His hands rested on my hips for a moment, then he pushed me away.

"Not here."

I smirked. "Embarrassed?" I asked innocently. He nearly growled, and I jumped at the flash in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to pounce.

"Wait until we get back," was all he said. Shivering eagerly, I nodded and kept playing. We each got in another turn before he put his darts on the counter. "Let's get out of here."

I hurriedly helped him return the darts and we abandoned the unfinished darts game. Walking quickly through the restaurant and out the door, he threw me his jacket and we nearly ran to the truck. I was on fire, and from how quickly he pulled out onto the road, he must have been as well.

As we drove back, I ran my hand over his lap. "Thanks for a good night, sir." He did not say anything for a long moment, and I grinned. "I wish I could return the favor now."

He glanced over, then returned his eyes on the road. "Are you asking to fellate me on the road, slave?" I smiled excitedly at the amused tone in his voice. I squeezed the bulge in his pants in response. My Master grinned, and shook his head. "I won't be able to drive if you do that."

I shrugged. "That wouldn't do. I guess we'll have to wait." I removed my hand and sat back, relaxed, in my seat as if bored. A second later, my vibrator turned on, and I cried out happily.

"You stay ready, we'll be there soon."

I did not argue. So many thoughts ran through my head, and I was just very eager to act on them. We reached the hotel in record time, despite the wet roads, and I ran ahead of him up the stairs and to his room. I thought I could get inside before he got there, but I fumbled for the key card. By the time I got it out and correctly put it in the reader, he was behind me, and he grabbed me. My Master kissed me, hard, and I nearly fell into the room as he pushed open the door.

The hotel room was different from the first. I saw the large fiery orange chair that I had been tied to earlier this evening, with a large stack of pillows on the seat. The bed had the cover pushed back, and I couldn't focus on anything else in the room. I wanted to be in that bed, right then, and when I glanced over at the man standing by the door, I could tell he was thinking the same thing.

He was watching me intently. "You should be naked." I obeyed with no hesitation. My shirt peeled and pants peeled off quickly, as did his, and soon I was pushed back on the bed. He paused and grabbed my capris. "I thought you would have soaked through these," he murmured heatedly. I blushed.

"I almost did. You teased me a lot sir." As it was, my panties were soaking wet. My Master reached down and checked for himself, making my hips buck upward to meet him. I gasped, and he laughed in amazement.

"So responsive," he repeated for the second time. I nodded and relaxed into the mattress, resting my hands above my head. This stuck my breasts out invitingly, hidden beneath gray lace. He glared at me. "Why is that still on?" I did not get to answer before he reached under me and unclasped the hooks, ripping the garment off in record time.

This seemed to please him. "Lift your hips." I did so, and he stripped me of my panties, taking my toy back, removing it slowly from me. I moaned softly, but I knew that it had to be done if I wanted something better.

But it wasn't going to happen yet. He climbed off the bed, his erection in front of him as he went to get something. He returned with his silver laptop, and he laughed at the confused look I shot him. "You need to see something." Sitting back down, he logged on and clicked on a small icon on the desktop. I frowned. A video popped up, and I recognized it as the hotel room. He didn't...

My Master appeared on screen in a white towel. The on screen door opened and revealed me, blindfolded, waiting nervously. I blushed scarlet. He video taped this! I wanted to be angry, but I was so...turned on instead. What? I could not look away as the man on screen pushed my double into the door, holding me in place just like before. It was like I was reliving the earlier scene, and it was very, very arousing.

Slowly, my Master put the laptop on the mattress, gazing at me. "Watch yourself," he stated quietly. I waited too long, and he slapped between my legs, making me jump in surprise. "Watch." I turned my attention to the screen and gasped as he pushed me onto my back again. He moved onto the bed, on his knees, and guided my legs over his shoulders. Without another word, he was inside me, and I squeezed my eyes shut happily.

"Oh!"

My Master wasted no time. "Keep your eyes open." He thrusted in me quickly, making me moan all over again each time. I was so wet, there was no pain at all, only pleasure, and I wanted more. I tried to do as he said, but it was very difficult. My double onscreen was tied up now, revealing every naughty view to me. The sight made me pulse excitedly.

"Oh sir, please! Don't stop!" I grabbed at his thighs and just let him move over me.

He slowed down, concentration written over his smooth face. He leaned over, letting my legs move to his waist instead, and rolled me over in a quick movement that put me on top. I gasped and laughed. "Keep going," he urged, and I did. I rolled my hips and started moving again. I pressed one palm on his chest and another the bed beside his head, trying to balance myself. We both kept watching our unscripted performance from earlier.

As I rocked back and forth, I felt that coiling feeling in my belly. "Ooh yeees, pleease..." I panted. I leaned down and kissed him, letting my hands move to his hair and weave themselves in the dark locks. His hair was so soft, and I pulled slightly, enjoying my moment. In an instant it crashed around me, making my ears ring and I came. "Oh God!"

He had one hand on my waist and the other arm thrown over my lower back, keeping me pinned to him. We moved quickly, neither person wanting to stop. I wanted him there, so badly, and I was shaking with the effort to keep going. Everything was hot and it took a lot of focus to keep bouncing on his cock. "Fuck!" I groaned, tugging at his hair again. I managed to open my eyes and watch him, helping me move together.

"Pull my hair, please!" I felt him reach up for my long, now messy ponytail and his fingers tangled in my own locks. Instead of pulling hard, he used his hold to pull me back down for another kiss. I moaned into him, tasting and exploring and trying to keep up with his body.

The video kept playing in the background, adding its own sound to our incoherent moans and bouncing mattress. I was captivated, and I groaned with each thrust he gave.

Another minute of this, and we both had to slow down. I was ready to burst again--he knew how to use his body so I got worked up quickly! His cock was hitting deep inside me, hitting just the right spots to make me groan. Now, he was moving slowly, enough to keep my heart beating quickly but slow enough to prevent me from reaching the edge.

"You tease..." I muttered to his amusement. My Master only chuckled and sat me up, making me enjoy an even deeper sensation. His hand reached between my legs, rubbing me softly, and I moaned again. "Sir...please, I want you there."

He kept going, watching me. "What do you want?" He rubbed faster, his own thrusts matching our increasing pace.

I groaned loudly. "Please, come in me." He seemed surprised, but he groaned also.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded quickly, aware of the tightening fingers in my hair. "Yes, please, I...I don't mind. I just...need you please!" My words were broken up as my orgasm rose. "Please!"

It was all he needed. Moving both hands to my waist, he helped me move quickly. I was there, too far gone to worry about anything else. I felt him inside, massaging and pumping so fast! "Yes!" I heard him gasp through clenched teeth, and he pumped a few more times, slowing down.

I let myself tease for a moment, slowly rolling my hips over him without stopping. "Thank you sir." He groaned again and kept me still. I giggled.

Opening one eye, he smiled. "You're welcome." He held me to his chest for a few minutes, and we just watched what was left of the video he had taken. I was surprised at how good I looked on camera. It was weird seeing myself tied down, being spanked and teased and fucked. But it was thrilling too.

"It will be deleted before you leave tomorrow," he interrupted my thoughts. I gazed back at him.

"Why?"

He glared at me disapprovingly. "You know exactly why." And I did. Neither one of us could have kept that video. I nodded quietly, and he softened. "Tomorrow. We can watch it again until then."

I smiled. "Fine." I played with his hair again, still with him seated deep inside me. "Did you...you know..." I couldn't ask it again. It was hard to say come, even though it had been said so easily a moment ago.

He nodded sleepily. "I'm surprised you didn't feel it. There was a lot there to give you." I blushed again. "Then again, you were very wet. You probably just didn't notice a difference." I laughed and kissed him, nodding in agreement.

"You did a very good job sir." I rolled my hips again, and lifted myself off of him with a whimper. I needed to clean up, however, so I reluctantly scooted off the bed and into the small bathroom. "Thank you."

When I returned, we both lay down exhausted. My skin was sticky with sweat, as was his, and I was pleased that I finally felt sated after his hours of teasing me. After a little talking, we finally drifted off to sleep.

~*~*~

I snapped awake, groggy. I had heard movement, and looking over, saw that he was no longer in bed. "Sir?" I called quietly. No reply. I frowned. I must have woken up at some point, because I now had on new panties and my tank top. I stretched slowly, then shivered in the room's cool air.

I heard a click, and the bathroom door opened, revealing my Master. I watched his dark form move toward me in the shadows of the room, and I squinted over at the clock. 5:40 AM. "Are you okay?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

He nodded. "Turn over." Surprised, I did so, laying down on my stomach. Behind me, I could feel the bed dip as he climbed on, pinning me beneath him. My blood boiled hot as I realized what he wanted.

"Sir..." I started, but he stopped me. Reaching between my legs, he pulled my panties aside and fingered me, making me gasp. I was wet and ready, and he wasted no time. Slowly, my Master slid inside me, filling me all the way up. I groaned weakly. Not even fully awake yet, but this felt so good!

He moved his hips, slowly gaining momentum. I squeezed my eyes shut, panting into the mattress. His legs were straddling mine, making it a tighter fit inside. This made us both moan at the effort, and even at our medium pace I knew I was not going to last long. I cried out softly. "Yes, sir, yes!" I chanted quietly.

My panties were trying to slip back into place, and I held them out of the way for him to pump into me faster. I was shaking now, my attempt to be quiet failing as my voice just got louder and more strained. "A-ah yess!"

I burst. I convulsed under my Master, unable to control myself. He slowed down, and I forced my eyes open. Looking over my shoulder, I frowned in confusion. "Wh-what's wrong sir?"

He leaned down and kissed my neck, then my lips. "That was for you." He pulled out and rolled off of me, onto his side of the bed. I frowned again.

"Don't you want to finish?"

He nodded, eyes closed again. "Later. I wanted a little piece right now." He lay there, motionless, for a long moment. Really? I blinked the rest of the sleep from my eyes and gazed down. He was still standing straight up!

Hm. I got up on my knees slowly, watching his face carefully. When there was nothing, I slowly moved toward my favorite toy. I opened my mouth wide and took him inside, sucking slowly. I felt his body jerk underneath me and I had to suppress a giggle. My hands joined in, actually useful this time, and I began to work him harder. I enjoyed tasting myself on him, almost tangy and sweet at the same time.

"If you do this now, you might not have a chance for fun later," he murmured from his spot. I glanced up at his face, not stopping my ministrations. He was watching me with lidded eyes, a small smile on his tired face.

I shrugged my shoulders teasingly and bobbed down deeper. My hand helped me keep up the pace with what I could not fit in my mouth. He tasted so good! I moaned onto his cock, sending a shiver right through him. It made me feel powerful...I was doing this to my Master, and he liked it.

I felt a tap on my left outer thigh, and I gazed over. He grinned. "That's a good idea though. Get over here." He tugged on my leg and I realized what he wanted to do. With a quiet pop, I released him.

"Are you sure?" I teased. My Master nearly growled in reply, spanking me, and I moved quickly, giggling. Slowly, I shrugged out of my panties, dropping them on the floor. I threw my leg over one side of his face and let myself line up with his own mouth. He had done this for almost an hour that first meeting, and I had melted in his hands.

I felt his hands run up my thighs and over my waist, holding me still. I returned my attention to his cock, licking the head slowly and popping back down. I moaned when he did the same, flicking his tongue against me and starting to lick and suck me. It was divine, and I wanted to just stop my part and lay there. But I was eager to do my job too.

We both lay there, going down on each other for what seemed like forever. It was a lot harder to focus on my end, I thought, from the way I kept trying to jerk away. He never let me escape, but had his arms around my waist, keeping me still. I moaned over him, enjoying his very talented tongue. Some people had a gift...he definitely had this one.

Soon I couldn't bear it any longer. "Please, sir!" I whimpered, lifting my head off his tantalizing cock. "Please just fuck me." Oh my God, did I just say that? He laughed below and the sensation made me rock my hips. "Please!"

Finally he released me, and I nearly jumped up. His mouth was turned in a devilish grin, and his lips were covered by me. "Kiss me." I jumped on top of him and did just so, helping clean up his face. I was so turned on, and I wanted him, now.

Slowly, my Master sat up. "Where is your toy?" He asked playfully, and I frowned. I had no idea, but I didn't want the toy right now. I wanted him.

"I don't know," I answered honestly. He reached over on the bedside table and grabbed the small black remote. Damn, I should have taken that last night.

"Then we'll find it." He switched it on and the blue light appeared. A faint buzzing sound was heard, and I reluctantly got up and started to look for it. I found it on the bathroom counter, having cleaned it last night. "Bring it here," he called. I did, and he ordered me to lay down.

I did so, crossing my arms petulantly. I wanted him, not the toy. But he only clicked his tongue at me and pressed the little black vibrator into me. It went easily, filling a good part of me, and I couldn't hide the little moan that escaped. He laughed.

"I should have made you wear this last night." He flicked on the remote and I jumped at the initial shock. I knew the vibrations, and I knew he pressed it, but it was still surprising when it actually happened. I thought about how that would have been...if I had to wear the toy all night to bed, for him to play with and turn on whenever he felt like it. I flushed deeply. Maybe that would have been fun.

He turned it off, and I groaned. "Are you hungry?" He asked randomly. Like last night, I did not think of food at his question. But I nodded anyway. Breakfast sounded like a good idea, now that it was...I glanced at the clock. Nearly 7. We were up early.

"Then you need to shower." He got off the bed and headed over to his suitcase. I sat up, a little uncomfortably, and just watched him. He was gathering clothes for the day, and I just watched him. "It was not a suggestion. Go shower."

I stuck out my tongue at his turned back and climbed off the soft mattress. "Fine." I headed to the bathroom, switched on the water, and finished undressing from my tank top. I stepped into the warm water, enjoying its soft spray as I turned. I didn't have any real shampoo, just bar soap, but I made the most out of it.

The vibrator pulsed, and I gasped loudly. "Ah!" The toy must be losing battery life, because it pulsed differently than last night. But the different pattern made it better almost, and I nearly came right then. Too soon, it was turned off. "Ooooh, shit," I groaned, disappointed. I leaned against the wall, and it buzzed on again.

Suddenly the shower curtain ripped open, and I gazed over my shoulder. My long wet hair clung to my back and face, and I saw him standing there, his phone pointed at me just like last night. He was getting adventuresome, filming me. I just groaned at him.

"Enjoying your shower?" I nodded slowly, closing my eyes on a particularly pleasant vibration.

"Yes, sir!" I gasped. "Sir, I'm there...please don't turn it off." I opened my eyes to see him grinning, nodding at me to continue. I did not even care to blush. I just moaned softly and closed my eyes again, letting the water on my back and vibrations inside work together to push me over. I shivered from the small orgasm, and grabbed the small bar in the wall for support.

He laughed when I was done. "Very nice. Hurry up, I need a shower too." Then he disappeared. I rushed through the rest of my shower, wanting to be ready quickly. We switched spots and I threw on new clothes from my bag. Still needed my capris and tank top, but I opted for my purple jacket instead of another shirt over the white tank.

By the time he was out, I had my hair brushed and out of my face, and was sitting in the comfy armchair that I had been prisoner to last night. I grinned at him. "I'm ready."

My Master grinned back. "I see that." He gazed down at the ties still attached to the chair. "I should tie you back up while I get ready." I flushed, and he chuckled. "Maybe next time."

I nodded slowly. "I enjoy being tied up." He seemed amused by my admission. In a quick two minutes he was dressed, key card in hand, and we were out the door. It took a moment for the elevator to arrive, during which my Master teased me with the little remote. I was shivering by the vibrator and the cold air, and by the time we actually got to the lobby, I was ready to sit back down.




Second Meeting



Suzie could feel Paul's prick swelling inside him and clenched it as tight as he could. Paul lifted his hips in time with Suzie's movements, breathing heavily, ignoring the protesting bedsprings. Finally, with a grunt, Paul emptied his balls into Suzie. 

Suzie stopped moving as Paul's prick jerked inside him then he slowly rose and fell working out the last drops. 

Paul's prick slipped from Suzie's ass hole as he climbed stiffly from Paul's body.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, neither speaking.

Four.

It was full light when Paul woke again. Suzie was lying on his side facing away from him. Paul pushed back the covers and, gently lifting Suzie's nightdress, looked down on his ass cheeks. He rubbed and felt them then slid a finger into his crevice feeling for his anus. It was still wet with Vaseline. Paul pushed gently against it. His finger slipped inside.

Suddenly Suzie's anus tightened around his finger and a cry came from him.

"Oh." Suzie grunted. "Oh."

"Are you all right," Paul asked removing his finger and feeling suddenly guilty, "did I hurt you?"

"I'm all right." Suzie said turning to face Paul. "You took me by surprise, that's all."

He reached across and, picking up Paul's prick, started stroking it.

"Good morning." He said, kissing Paul lightly on the lips.

Paul lifted Suzie's nightdress and taking his prick in his hand started to stroke it.

Neither spoke for a few seconds, both concentrating on the feelings they were giving and receiving.

Suzie closed his eyes as Paul quickened his strokes. His jaw hung open as he started to suck the air into his lungs. Paul could feel Suzie's prick harden in his hand. Suzie's eyes opened wide as he came, his cum shooting from the end of his prick to land upon his nightdress.

Suzie looked down when he had finished then across at Paul.

"Sorry about that," said Paul, "I should have moved it."

"It'll give me something to remind me."

"Is that all you'll have?"

"Oh. And all the memories."

"And a sore ass?"

"It's not that sore yet."

They looked at each other and smiled.

Suzie turned away and knelt down on the bed with his ass cheeks raised and open. 

Paul heard the sound of the Vaseline jar being opened as he moved into position behind him. Paul watched as Suzie applied some to his hole then reached back to guide his prick inside him. 

"We'll have to do this again." Paul said as he sank his prick into the waiting hole.

"Yes." Suzie gasped as Paul moved in and out of his ass.

It was sore but good. The price he was paying for being Paul's woman. A price he was more than willing to pay.