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The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01a

By: Player One



The Search and the Discovery 1A

(The Spirit Gods Have Spoken) 

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Introduction: 

This has been the most challenging story to write that I have ever attempted over many years of putting a pen to paper. The two characters, this writer and Karen, are as real as real can get. The 'Lifestyle' is an important part of who I am, while Karen hails from the opposite end of the spectrum of sexual and sensual self --awareness that I like to call "The Missionary Life", even though she does have a few special kinky activities she enjoys performing. This has turned out to be a fairly long short story. It is far longer than I originally intended. What I didn't realize, at first, was that I cannot tell you everything about who Karen actually is in just a few pages. I had to divide the 'First Day' into five sections. I want you to be able to visualize Karen and feel the love and the trust in her heart., and in mine too. The story theme is D/s and Master/slave but, if you are looking for, or expecting to hear the sounds of the single tail making contact with soft sensitive flesh, the screams of pain, or the agony of torture, this will not be a story you will want to read. Karen and I have had a deeply loving and trusting relationship for over a decade. We are bonded together, heart and soul, with the most special friendship I believe two people can possibly have who are not married (or married for that matter). Karen asked me if I would help her explore and experience many of the aspects of submission as her Master and this story is about the fulfillment of that request over a period of three days. The story is long because writing about the incidents without writing about the reality of who Karen really is and the truth of her deeply hidden needs and desires that are behind the reason she is with me in Sedona, would be an unfair portrayal of our personal special relationship in life. The search never slows and the discoveries never stop, from the very beginning to the very last minute of this special adventure.. -Player One

Day One

-1-

I am sitting here at the airport in Flagstaff, Arizona, waiting for the arrival of the most precious friend I have ever had in my lifetime. Let me change the emphasis on 'friend' just a little. 'Friend' doesn't even come close to describing the special and unique loving bond that exists between us. Her name is Karen. She's 5' 2" in tennis shoes, with blonde hair and green eyes. The trust between us had been growing for over a decade before we began planning this long weekend in Arizona, and spending a D/s weekend in Sedona and the surrounding area of Red Rock. This is not your average example of trust between friends or a Master and his submissive. This is a trust so powerful that it was delivered to us by the Indian Spirit Gods themselves. 

Karen has absolutely no experience in submission what-so-ever. Most of what she does know has been learned through our frequent conversations and reading my stories over the years. She has experienced playful bondage in the past but that was all that it was......playful additions to bedroom activities. She is not part of the Lifestyle. Karen has never made a high level submissive commitment to another person. She has never felt the trust required, nor the unchallengeable love and faith necessary to maintain the power of that trust. And, most important of all, she has never experienced the need, or the desire, to turn all control of her life over to another person whom she would call Master. Not until today.

Why today? This has all come about so quickly that I can only theorize the answer to that question. Karen is one of the most sexual and sensual women I have ever known. She is a tease. She is an adventurer. She never stops looking for new experiences. She is a born exhibitionist. And she literally craves sexual contact, both physically and emotionally. 

Karen told me a few years ago that she wanted to experience intimate sexual contact with another woman. She successfully achieved that goal. I remember a day just recently when she told me that she had just experienced squirting with orgasm. She was ecstatic over that accomplishment. The thought of being caught can send her into a sexual frenzy. She loves to masturbate and fantasize. She loves to read my stories that cover the entire gambit from tender loving submission to hardcore S&M. Putting all of this together, I have come to the realization that 'curiosity' is her driving force. She actually does have a need and a craving for all things sexual and sensual.

This is only one part of who Karen is and what she wants to learn and experience in her life. She is an extremely self-reliant, intelligent, determined, goal oriented woman who strives hard to be successful at everything she does in life. She is also kind, loving, considerate, and understanding of other people. Well...there is her sister being an exception on occasion. Bumping heads in that relationship is a unique lifestyle all its own. So here I am, waiting in Flagstaff, for a woman who, for all intents and purposes, would not have a very high number on a waiting list of potential submissive slave training candidates. Yet, her plane is already in its decent pattern into this airport, to fulfill her vow of obedience and submission to my will and desire for an entire three day weekend. I am in the Lifestyle. Her trust, love, and faith in me is stronger than all of her worst fears that suddenly appeared when she made the decision to turn her personal safety and the control of her life over to me for three days. This is the direct result of the Spirit Gods allowing us to see deeply into each other's hearts and souls 12 years ago almost to the day.

You are probably wondering what the Hell this Spirit God thing is that I have already mentioned twice. Here is a short explanation. Karen's family knows my family. We are a near generation apart so we had no contact early in life. I'm the older one of the two of us. Destiny led us to begin communicating with each other by email over the internet years ago. On one particular weekend, several friends and I drove up from Phoenix to visit the Merry-Go-Round rock formation on Schnebly Hill just east of Sedona, Az. This turned out to be the catalyst that began the adventure that has brought Karen and me to where we are today. I'm from Los Angeles. This is all Indian settled land. Somehow, we got into this conversation about mental communication. We decided that, at exactly 8:00 P.M. on a Saturday, I would sit facing east and Karen would be sitting at home and facing west at the exact same time. What happened is so absolutely true that it's almost impossible to believe. Karen is very spiritual. I'm not even close to her level. It took me the better part of a year to accept what happened. I was sitting on a five foot wide by eight foot long rock projection sticking out of the top side of a rock wall that had a 400' drop of nothing but empty space under it. The sun had set. It was dark with no moon. The rock started glowing. I have four witnesses who also saw the rock glowing. A Desert Dove began flying around my position and cooing very loudly like doves love to do. Desert Doves don't normally fly at night. I closed my eyes and I could see Karen near a large body of water with trees and mountains. While I thought that Karen would be at home, she had actually traveled to Pennsylvania without telling me. Where she had traveled to was exactly what I was seeing inside of my head. Karen saw a bright light with a bird flying out of it. We wrote this all down and then told each other about our experiences. The Spirit Gods had spoken and the two of us have been bonded to each other in body, mind, heart, and soul ever since. This is what opened the pathway to our being able to spend this long three day weekend together. There is absolutely no other explanation. 

-2-

Karen's plane landed about 10 minutes ago and I can see her beautiful bouncing self coming towards me. We melted into one body, kissed once, and then just held onto each other in silence for another five minutes. I experienced one of the most profoundly overwhelming feelings of peace and love any person could ever hope to feel at any time in their lives. I get to experience that every time we see each other. She has told me that we were together in our past lives. I'm happy we bumped into each other in this life to carry on the tradition.

For this entire three day weekend, I am going to be her 'Sir' or 'Master'. Karen will be my 'cumslut', 'pet', 'little one', 'sub', and 'slave'. The minute we hugged, she openly gave herself to me. 

"I am yours, Sir" was all she said into my ear in a very soft sexy whisper.

"I accept you and I am going to change your world," was the only thing I said to her.

As we held each other's hand, we began the long walk to the other end of the airport where I had parked my twin engine Cessna 402. I flew in from El Monte Airport, just east of L.A., a few hours earlier. It should be refueled with a quick engine check completed by now. After a visual inspection and the ol' checklist routine, we will be on our way to the much smaller Sedona airport. Karen doesn't know yet that we will be taking the long way. She also has no idea that she is going to be naked and performing the in-flight entertainment during this trip. But why spoil all the fun and tell her now. She will know two minutes before we begin our taxi and acceleration down the runway and will be working on an orgasm long before wheels up. 

We took our time walking the long corridor. We were silent the entire distance from the main terminal to the check-in for private aircraft. Both of us were doing some high speed thinking about this weekend adventure. I signed a flight plan to Sedona Airport with extended flight time for 'scenic observation'. Operations probably assumed we would be doing a 'tourist flight' and observing the ground sights and the mountains. There would be some of that, I'm sure. My definition of 'scenic observation' was watching my naked slave performing anything I wanted her to perform. Since she was the only 'in-flight entertainment' listed, she was going to be doing a whole lot of performing.

Still not speaking a word, but still holding hands, we walked around the Cessna together doing a visual inspection. Karen's one suitcase had been delivered and placed next to the fold-down steps into the Cessna. I had a feeling that she was remembering some of the slave's rules from many of my stories. She is very aware that one of the main rules is that slaves don't speak unless spoken to.

"Hey babe, you really can talk anytime you want, or have something specific to say, or maybe even a question or two. Silence is a rule only when you are told or expected to be silent. I would prefer that we have normal, everyday back and forth talk when the circumstances allow for it."

"At this moment, I am caught up in a totally mind bending world of anticipation Sir. I have been silent because just being here, walking with you, watching you, feeling your presence, and holding your hand is giving me a whole lot of happiness."

"That sounds good to me little one. Let's board the Cessna and get rolling. We will be having a long talk about things when we get to Sedona. In the meantime, what you need to remember is that you are to do anything and everything I tell you to do and you are to do it without question or hesitation. Any time you hesitate in obeying a command, you will be punished. Trust is one of the most important words of the day. Any time you question my wishes or desires, you also question your trust and you will be punished. Since we can't do that on the plane, any punishments you earn there will be applied after we check in at the hotel. Do you fully understand and accept that?"

"Yes Sir. My trust in you is absolute and, as I said in the terminal, I am yours Sir. And I mean that in every possible way Sir."

"Do you fully understand the power and the gravity of the act of 'giving yourself to me' in every possible way?"

"I understand that it is a very powerful statement. I can only guess at just how powerful it really is until you teach me its true meaning Sir.

"By the way, you don't need to use 'Sir' or 'Master' unless you really want to or need to little one. If it helps remind you of your submissive role, then feel free to use those titles at any time. You can even use them in public if you choose to do so, even though 'Bill' will do just fine in that situation. Whenever you use the words 'Sir' or 'Master', you are not only showing submissive respect, you are reaffirming your true acceptance of who and what you are at that moment."

"Yes Sir. I understand that intellectually. Emotionally, every time I have used the word 'Sir' during the last half hour, I have experienced two opposing responses. One is fear and the other is intense sexual arousal. I need to use those two titles because you are my 'Sir' and you are my 'Master' and I need to chase away the fear of this huge step we are taking together during the next three days."

"Are you always this open with people about what you are feeling and experiencing inside?"

"I am never this open Sir. I am totally open with you. You and I have had complete openness between each other for many years. I enjoy telling you exactly what I need or desire or how I feel about anything in specific. I am soooo excited about exploring my sexuality more deeply than we already have Sir. We are going to discover some deeply hidden secrets that I may not even be aware of, and which I will only tell you about. We've discovered several just in the last month Sir. This is one of the reasons that I am here in Flagstaff at this very moment. This is also the source of my fear, but that will hopefully go away very quickly."

"Are you ready to start our new adventure now little one?" "Yes Master. I am yours to do with as you please, Sir." 

We were soon sitting in the cockpit seats and Karen was about to strap herself in when I said: "Before you strap in, I want you to go aft and remove all of your clothing. Put everything into the drawer under either one of the first seats. When you have done that, push the button on the drawer which locks it in place. Then you can come back up here and strap yourself in. You will be making this flight, gate to gate, totally naked."

I would tell Karen later that pushing the drawer button twice released the lock, but that is one more thing she didn't need to know quite yet. I know I am not dealing with a trained submissive, nor do I expect her to respond like a trained submissive. She has submissive curiosity and a tremendous amount of trust and faith in me, which is a great big plus. Karen has already admitted to me that she is here to explore and experience the positive sexual aspect of obedience, humiliation, embarrassment, punishment, small amounts of pain, and any other aspect of submission that I may wish to teach her. I have explained to her that any pain she might experience will be low level and will often, but not always, be accompanied with an equal amount of physical pleasure at the same time. 

As for pleasure.....Karen is going to be both denied and allowed pleasure in very large amounts. She is happily aware that she is going to have many opportunities to earn the name 'cumslut'. I have also made her aware that she may very well experience orgasms far more powerful that any she has ever experienced in her entire adult life. That is definitely one of my main objectives. She's curious about that but I don't think she really believes that these mystery orgasms actually exist. She is in for some really big surprises.

I was really pleased when Karen, after only a five second delay following my order for her to strip naked, rose up out of the co-pilot seat and went into the aft section. Once there, she began a really sexy striptease when she noticed that I had turned in my seat just enough to watch her from the front. My cock enjoyed the show also. Without a word, Karen returned to her seat, naked as a newborn, put on a set of headphones, and strapped herself in. 

"I'm ready Sir."

"Yes, I guess you are little one."

-3-

"Cessna 25121 ready to taxi"

"Roger Cessna 25121. This is Tower and you are cleared to taxi. Slide in behind Alaska 1024 and maintain position. You have approximately eight minutes to your holding mark."

"Roger Tower. Cessna 25121 will follow Alaska 1024 with eight minutes to mark."

"Roger Cessna 25121." 

"OK my sexy little newbie sub. I want you to use one hand to play with your tits and nipples. Get your nipples hard and erect. Use your other hand to play with your pussy. Show me exactly how you get yourself off when you are home alone and horny. Do not forget that you cannot cum without my permission. You cannot cum until we are off the ground. Keep in mind that when the MD-80 in front of us makes its turn onto the main runway, anyone on the starboard side who happens to look in our direction will probably be able to clearly see you sitting there naked and playing with yourself. I want you sitting up straight, chest out proudly, with your hands and fingers doing their thing on your body. Do not slouch or try to hide yourself in any way."

"I will do anything you tell me to do Sir. No matter what it is that you wish or command me to perform."

"That's what I want to hear cumslut. You sound like you have been practicing."

As we moved along the taxiway, Karen continued obeying her command to put on a show, both for my benefit and quite possibly for the unexpected benefit of the people on the MD-80. She was already producing a steady flow of liquid heat from between her legs. Whenever she inserted one or two fingers into her pussy, I could clearly hear the squishy sounds of her very aroused and soaking wet love channel quite clearly. Even through the headphones. I looked over at her as often as possible. She kept her eyes mostly closed. Whenever she pulled her fingers out of her vagina and moved them to her clit, she would open her mouth just a little and start a soft sexy moaning with 'oh yes' mixed in every so often. 

By the time we reached our holding mark, Karen was ready to take off without any help from the Cessna. The Alaska Airlines plane had just made its turn onto the main runway when she suddenly realized that she was in full view of every window seat on that side of the aircraft. The cockpit of a Cessna 402 is almost all glass windows. Karen's head turned to the right and saw all of those windows aimed in her direction only fifty feet away, and became motionless. This was the moment of truth for both her submissive curiosity and her trust in me. She only paused for about ten seconds. I had no idea what thoughts were racing through her head at that moment, but obedience and exhibitionism won the challenge. Without my having to say another word, Karen immediately resumed her frantic masturbation activities as the Alaska plane powered up and began its roll down the runway. 

Just after we had made our turn onto the runway and held our mark once again, Karen asked for permission to cum just as the tower was giving us permission to take off. 

"No, you may not cum. After we are in the air, you can undo the seat harness and put the back of the seat down, what little distance it will go, and ask me again."

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

"Cessna 25121, you are cleared for takeoff."

"Roger tower. Cessna 25121 cleared for takeoff. Have a good day."

"Thank you Cessna 25121. From the looks of it, you're going to have an excellent day."

Looking over at Karen, I saw a huge smile form on her face that went nearly ear to ear. I had forgotten that when she had returned to her seat after getting naked, that she had put on her headphones too. She had heard every word the Tower ATC had said, hence the big smile. She decided to remove the headphones so she could better concentrate on her masturbation efforts without any further interference.


The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01a



I powered up full and we began our roll. It doesn't take long for a twin engine Cessna to go airborne. Karen's eyes were glued to the ground next to us and the instant we were in the air, she unlinked the harness. She slid forward in the seat until her ass cheeks were just slightly over the front edge and then spread her legs as wide as they would go in what little space she had on her side. There's really not a whole lot of room to spread anything in the cockpit of an aircraft this size. 

"Please let me cum now Sir. I really need to cum. Please let me cum. Please. Please."

"You are a real cumslut aren't you?"

"Yes Sir. I am a total cumslut Sir."

"Go ahead. You can cum now. And I want you to cum loud and clear."

"Oh, yes Sir. Thank you. Thank you."

And her orgasm rocked her world, the Cessna, and me. Karen's entire body was in motion and the moans of pleasure got louder and louder until they became one steady sound. Her ass was no longer touching the seat, which was quite a feat considering that she had to spread herself open by bending her legs at the knees because of the limited amount of space in which she had to move. Her shoulders and head were pushed so hard against the back of the seat that my banking hard to the right onto a new vector had absolutely no affect on her mid-air position. She kept this up for several minutes. I could see her muscles tighten up, her hand picking up speed, and hear more of those wonderful moans of a woman's shattering orgasm. Her entire body shivered, quivered, and shuddered. With my permission, Karen was allowed to repeat this one more time before we had even reached 5,000 feet, I finally ordered her to stop all pussy action. 

Little by little, her body began to relax back onto the seat. Her ass touched down first and then the rest of her became completely limp. Karen's entire body glistened with sweat and the entire aircraft smelled of her wonderfully unique sexual scent. I was impressed to say the least.

When her breathing had returned to mostly normal, Karen managed to get up onto her knees in her seat, lean across the center instrument console, and place her moist sexy lips on mine. She then engaged me in a long and deep tongue locking thank you kiss.

After the kiss, she moved her mouth to my ear and whispered very softly: "My seat is soaking wet."

"There are paper towels in one of the drawers under the seats in the rear," I whispered back.

After she got herself out of the seat, she again leaned over with her mouth next to my ear and asked: "Would Master like me to suck him off after I dry my seat?"

"Master would like that very much," I quickly answered. At the same time, I reached over and ran my hand up the inside of her thighs and cupped her hairless pussy. She was soaked also. I do so love a wet bald pussy in heat.

"After you dry off the seat, you might want to dry yourself off a bit too, before you sit back down again."

"Having your cock in my mouth is just going to make me all wet all over again Sir."

-4-

I took a little time to show Karen the sights. I made sure I banked to her side when we flew over the Merry-Go-Round. She was mesmerized by how completely different it looked from 1000 feet above the formation. 

"I am so looking forward to our being together at the magical spot," she told me. "What are we going to do when we are their Sir?"

"You will find out when we get there my little one." 

"This is Cessna 25121 to SDX tower, requesting landing instructions."

"Roger Cessna 25121. You are cleared to land on runway 21 at your leisure. No current local air or ground traffic. Wind steady at 9 mph out of the South with occasional gusts to 20. Set your altimeter to 4830 AMSL."

"Roger that SDX tower. The Altimeter is set at 4830 with winds out of the south at 9 to 20 and no traffic. Our ETA is 3 minutes."

"Roger and out Cessna 25121."

After the fantastic oral workout Karen had given my cock, I was so relaxed that I put the plane down on that runway without as much as a noticeable bump. The instant the wheels touched cement, I told Karen that she could get dressed. She hadn't said a word up to that moment, but I knew she was doing some serious thinking about pulling into a small local airport bare assed naked. I almost forgot to tell her about pushing the lock button twice. She was out of her seat in a flash and pulling her travel clothes out of the bottom drawer before we had gone another hundred yards. There wasn't all that much to fuss about. The only things she wore were exactly what I had ordered her to wear before leaving on this very special trip of search and discovery. She wore a top, jeans, tennis shoes, and socks. Bras and panties were strictly forbidden and none to be packed in her suitcase. 

I made a call to the car rental place and a Hummer H3 would be showing up very soon. After parking the Cessna in our assigned space and shutting everything down, I opened the two-part door and Karen climbed down the steps to the ground. I handed down her suitcase which she placed on the tarmac. I went to the rear hold and retrieved my suitcase. Back on the ground again, I carried both suitcases over to the operations building, set them down, and went inside to sign the required paperwork for leaving the twin engine bird in their care for a few days.

When the Hummer arrived, we loaded the luggage and climbed inside for the short ride to the rental office. More signed paperwork and then we were off to our hotel. We were staying at the Enchantment Resort and Mii Amo Spa. It was five miles northwest of Sedona out in Red Rock Country. This place was actually a Health Resort with a program every guest followed. I am friends with the owner, so we were extended the special courtesy of staying in one of the two full suites while not being required to participate in the program schedule. We registered and Karen's eyes nearly popped out when she walked into our suite. Nearly 1500 square feet of shear luxury in the middle of the desert of Arizona. There was a separate bedroom with two queen beds. We would be using one to sleep on and one to play on. A bathroom with an all glass shower, a rare but sexy all glass bathtub, and a separate Jacuzzi built for two. The living room was decorated with western style furniture and there was a queen sized Murphy bed built into the wall on the opposite side from the gas fireplace. We would be playing out here too. One wall was almost entirely glass, with a double set of curtains for when you wanted privacy. When opened, we had several beautiful views up Boynton Canyon or out at the desert and the distant hills.

"Rule #1 little one. You are to be totally naked at all times when we are in this suite. You are to leave your clothes on the floor in the corner behind the door the instant you take one step through the entryway. You will strip naked in the open doorway before taking another step into the suite. I am the only one who can open or close the curtains. You will conduct yourself as I wish without regard to what position the curtains are in at any time. No one in the other suites, or in the rest of the smaller individual rooms at this resort, can see into this suite nor can anyone walking the grounds since we are on the second level. After dark, and with any of these inside lights turned on, anyone walking on the paths a few hundred feet north of here would be able to see you quite clearly and you would have no way of knowing that they were there. Do you understand and fully accept your submission to this rule without question?"

"Yes Sir. I most certainly do." Karen immediately walked back to the door entrance, opened the door, removed her clothes, reached around behind the door and dropped them in a pile in the corner. She then stood there in the open doorway, in all her naked glory, and waited for me to give her permission to enter the suite. Her walk back to the main room was quite different then her rush to the door to strip naked. She held her hands behind her back and her head tilted forward just far enough that she could still give me her favorite, very coy sexy stare as she continued moving toward me one slow step at a time. She even turned completely around a couple of times, as if she were inspecting the details of the suite, and then regained her eye contact with me once again. She had one of the most sexual and sensual "fuck me, use me, do what you want with me" looks that I have ever seen on the face of any woman. Karen was performing her role of submission perfectly BUT, she was also being very subtle by using her well practiced feminine charms to challenge my control as her Dom for this D/s weekend.

"May I use the bathroom Sir?"

"Yes you may little one."

She was gone nearly five minutes. When she returned, she still had that coy look in her eyes and in her facial expression. She also had a very sexy smile added to the mixture. 

"Come over here and stand in front of me," I said. I had seated myself in one of the big plush chairs, so nicely provided by the management of this fine establishment, while she was in the bathroom. This sexy beautiful woman was now standing directly in front of me and I suddenly knew exactly what we needed to discuss and how I needed to help her explore her long hidden curiosity about her own submissive desires. But the discussion would come much later. We had other things to do first.

"Turn around and face the fireplace, put your hands behind your head. Interlock your fingers and spread your feet further apart. Remain in that position until I tell you otherwise. Close your eyes and do not open them for any reason. You may not speak but you will respond to any question, should I ask one. This position is called "#1". Anytime you hear me say #1 to you during this weekend, you are to immediately assume this position. It will not matter where we are or what we are doing. You will respond instantly and without question. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir. Am I allowed to make any sounds at all?"

"No. And it doesn't look like you understood your instructions very well cumslut. I said you will respond to my questions. I didn't say anything about your asking me any questions. You are going to be punished for disobeying that command later this afternoon. Starting tomorrow, any punishments earned will be applied immediately."

I could see her entire body stiffen for a moment as she quickly realized what she had done and I was sure that she was picturing in her mind any number of punishments that she had read about in some of my stories. A few were seriously painful. A little worry never hurt anyone that I know of.

I moved up to the front edge of the plush lounge chair so that I was only inches from Karen's soft, spread, and naked body. I reached up and put both of my hands gently at the base of her neck and began a slow soft massage. I told her to put her arms at her sides and they immediately dropped into position. I massaged her neck and ran my fingertips lightly through her hair and over her entire head. It only took a few minutes until I could feel the stiffness and the fear leaving her upper body.

"Are you embarrassed standing here naked in front of me?"

"A little bit Sir."

"Do you feel humiliation and anxiety because you are naked and that I can touch any part of your body that I choose?"

"I was really feeling humiliation and embarrassment to begin with, Sir, but not so much right now."

I continued massaging her neck and her shoulders with one hand and running my fingers through her hair with the other. 

"I'm going to allow you to make several personal choices for the rest of this day when the occasion calls for it. Starting tomorrow, your ability to make any choices about anything at all will be almost non-existent. Here is your first one. Would you rather I let you get dressed or would you prefer to remain naked?"

"I most definitely prefer to remain naked Sir."

"Tell me why."

"Because I am enjoying being naked for you Sir. It is so hot being completely nude while you are fully clothed. And it's even hotter knowing that I will be performing for you and doing whatever you wish or desire of me." 

"So.......what you are saying is that being naked right now is turning you on?"

"Yes Sir, it is."

"Is your pussy wet?"

"It must be Sir."

"Put a finger inside your pussy and then show it to me."

Karen moved her right hand over to the left a little and ran her index finger through her inner pink from her vagina to her clitoris and held it up for me to see. It was wet and shiny with her fluids.

"Put your finger in your mouth and taste yourself."

"Yes Sir." She put her entire finger in her mouth and sucked on it as if it were a small hard cock. When she was finished, I gave her permission to return her arm to her side, as it had been before.

"How do you taste?"

She thought for a moment and said: "I don't really know how to describe that to you Sir. How would 'sweet with an agenda' sound to you?"

"I'll accept that for now. That is a taste that needs to be explored. Spread your legs a little further apart. I want them far enough apart so that I can clearly see your asshole and your open pussy without having to touch you."

Karen spread her feet at least another twelve inches. I leaned down and could clearly see her cute little brown eye. Her labia lips had opened up just enough to reveal a lot of shiny wet hot pink.

"Keep your feet where they are and bend forward until you can put your hands just above your knees for support."

"Yes Sir." She followed my command instantly and both her asshole and her pussy took center stage for my viewing pleasure. Karen was fully aware of the view that she was presenting to me.

"On a scale of 1-10, what is your level of humiliation and embarrassment at this very moment? Don't think about it. Just respond instantly."

"At least an 8 Sir," she said in a very soft voice.

"What is so humiliating for you?"

"I am stark naked and bent over so that you can clearly see my asshole and my pussy spread open Sir."

"You need to learn that everything you do is to please me. When you learn that, cumslut, you will no longer be concerned about whether or not I can see your open pussy or your asshole. You will want to show me your pussy and asshole and you will experience arousing pleasure when you are asked or told to do just that. Your only purpose, as my submissive, is to please and your only pleasure is in pleasing. Take the forefinger of your right hand, get it wet in your mouth, and insert it into your beautiful asshole."

"Oh my God Sir, I can't do that."

I smacked both of her ass cheeks with my hand and she jumped forward a couple of feet and stood up straight while rubbing her ass with both hands."

My response was swift with the stern voice of authority. "Assume the #1 position facing me slut. You need to learn to listen and listen well."

Karen obeyed instantly, but she was looking very scared at that moment.

"You will do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it, or this trip will turn into a couple of tourists enjoying the sights. You have made a commitment of total unquestioned obedience to me and to yourself, if you haven't forgotten already. We have barely just arrived and you are already being rebellious and disobedient. Your vow of commitment seems to be meaningless. I didn't force you here. You chose to be here. Your only requirement, while you are here, is to please me. Every demand or command I give you will be solely for my pleasure. Your pleasure is not my concern in the least. When I feel like allowing you pleasure, I will give you pleasure. You are never to expect anything in return for any of your efforts to please and pleasure me. Do you understand me and am I being perfectly clear slut?"

"Yes Sir. I am so sorry Sir. Your command took me by complete surprise and I reacted wrong. Please give me another chance Sir. I'm begging you."

Karen was standing there in a slouch with tears flowing down her face. She wasn't in fear of me. She was in fear of failing both me and herself. Failure is not a word in her vocabulary.

"I will give you another chance. I'm not here to completely dominate you. I'm here to be your Master and your Teacher and to help you fulfill your search to find another part of who you really are. I'm going to keep pounding commitment, trust, obedience, and purpose into your head over and over again until they become an automatic response. Do you now intend to honor your vow of commitment?"

"Yes Sir. I will, no matter what Sir. I will never deliberately disobey you again Sir."

"Good. Now let's try this again. Get back in the position I had you in before here in front of me, wet your finger, and finger fuck your asshole."

"Yyyyeeeesss Sirrr."

Karen returned to her position instantly and immediately inserted her finger into her little brown eye and began pushing it in and out at a steady rate in total silence. On each ass cheek was an imprint of my hand in deep red which brought a smile to my face. I pulled out my pocket camera and took several pictures of her obedience. I know she heard the camera clicks and I have no doubt that her humiliation increased another five notches at that moment.

"Return to the #1 position."

She moved with instant response. Hopefully, we were past that wall of moral decency taught young girls from early childhood. Most women have a great deal of trouble getting past that wall when it comes to being sexually open and honest without worrying about what their partner will think of them and what truly excites them. If a woman's sexual partner is appalled or uncaring when it comes to her sense of adventure, then he's not worth a plug nickel to begin with. 

"I want you to answer me with total and complete honesty little one. Look deep down inside of yourself and tell me the absolute truth. Did you actually enjoy finger fucking your asshole for me even though you had to deal with the extremely intense humiliation and embarrassment that you initially experienced, and do you want those types of feelings and responses to continue?"

"Yes Sir. It actually turned me on. I don't understand why, but it did. I don't ever want to stop performing for you Sir."

"Think for a minute and then tell me why."

"I feel and know in my heart that all I want to do is to make you happy Sir. I want you to totally enjoy looking at my body. I am so new at this, but I honestly want to perform perfectly for you Sir. I have finally admitted to myself that I have a strong need to be your submissive slave. The concept of that is really beginning to turn me on all the time. I love and trust you so much. Please teach me what I need to learn. And please forgive me when I do something wrong."

"I think you just might be a natural submissive little one. I hope that evaluation doesn't make you angry any more. I have absolutely no doubt that you are going to make a lot of sexual and emotional self discoveries while we are here. Forgiveness is always there but punishments work better. Keep that in the front of your thoughts the next time you choose to be disobedient."

"Yes Sir. I will."

"How did you feel and react when you heard the camera clicking and realized that I was taking close-up pictures of your finger fucking action in your asshole?"

"I nearly died of embarrassment Sir, but my pussy was telling me that I wanted to hear a lot more clicking sounds. When I thought more about you, or someone else, looking at those pictures, the intense humiliation that I was also feeling, began to excite my clit too. You are creating an awful lot of opposing sexual responses in me Sir. It's actually quite confusing at times."

"I'm doing that on purpose little one. I want you to learn and experience that fear is easily turned into sexual excitement." 




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01a



-5-

"Stand up straight again, with your arms at your sides and keep your feet exactly where they are now. You are to continue keeping your eyes closed until I tell you differently."

"Yes Sir."

Karen stood upright once again. She kept her feet spread very wide and let her arms loosely fall back to her sides. I couldn't see her eyes while seated behind her, but I didn't have to. I knew they were closed tight. Trust and honesty will almost always tell you what is happening even when you can't see anything.

I resumed the massage of her neck and shoulders. I slowly moved over the curve of her shoulders and then continued down her arms at a very slow pace until I reached her hands. I opened her hands and put mine over hers. From then on, it was just fingertips. I moved both of her arms about a foot out from her sides and told her to hold them there. I lightly traced my fingertips up the insides of her arms, through her armpits, and down both sides of her body. At first, Karen was a little ticklish and squirrely, but stopped when I reversed direction and very sensually moved my fingers back up to her armpits. She shivered a little and let out a long slow breath. I pushed her arms back to her sides and stopped touching her altogether. I finally put my fingers in the small of her back and began pushing until she figured out that I wanted her to move forward. She waddled one step with her feet remaining spread wide apart. I pushed again and she moved forward another step. This was going to be an entirely wordless exercise in trust as she kept her eyes tightly closed.

I let her stand there for several minutes in total silence. As quietly as I could, I got up off of the chair and sat on the floor behind her. Using feather touches, I ran my fingers over her left ass cheek and pulled away. I had touched her for less than two seconds. I did the same with her right cheek. She remained perfectly still. Next, I used just a flickering touch on the inside of each thigh followed by a finger tracing a line along the very sensitive meeting point of her ass cheeks and the very tops of her thighs. Then a single finger along the inside top of her left thigh that started just beyond her vagina and slowly traveled back to a point just past her anal opening on the inside of her parted ass cheeks. A repeat to the other side brought a slight hissing sound as she breathed out. Not enough to break the silence command. I repeated that same motion next to her pussy and her asshole, without touching either one of them, four or five more times. My fingers were very slick with her juices that were rapidly wetting the top inside of both thighs. When I just barely touched her ass cheeks this time, the muscles jerked and quivered for a couple of seconds. 

At this point, I ran all of my fingertips down the backs of both legs, all the way to her ankles. I repeated that several times and added in little circular motions behind her knees. I again stopped for a few minutes and watched both her pussy and her ass cheeks squeezing tightly and releasing in anticipation of my next finger touching torment. I touched one thigh for an instant and the muscles of her legs responded with more sexy quivers. The same happened with the other thigh. I decided that now was a good time to really get into the touching torment so, using only the tip of one index finger, I began to touch every possible spot around and in between her pussy and anus without contact to either of those two extremely sexually sensitive areas. Sometimes I would do a super quick touch, and sometimes I would leave my fingertip barely touching her skin for five seconds. 

I repeated this entire process a couple of more times and stopped when her leg muscles were no longer just quivered and twitched for a second or two. At this point, both her thigh and calf muscles began to quiver and shake in an almost non-stop demonstration of sensual anticipation. I looked closely at her pussy once again and found that there was a noticeable amount of thick white creamy fluid clinging to the entrance of her vagina. 

I got up very slowly and moved around until I was standing directly in front of her. Karen knew I was there and I have no doubt that she was asking herself what I was going to do next to tease and torment her body. I could see by her breathing and the moisture forming everywhere on her skin surface that my actions were causing her physical, emotional, and sexual arousal to increase at a steady rate, even when I wasn't touching her at all. 

The excitement and lust that was rapidly growing deep inside of her was, in part, caused by my trusting her to keep her eyes closed rather than my using a blindfold. This gave her the freedom to allow this to happen. There is a huge difference between physical restraint and emotional restraint when it comes to sensual arousal. She knew I could see every inch of her naked body. She knew that I could see all of her most intimate personal sexual responses as they occurred. And, she also knew she was choosing to allow me to do anything I wanted to do to increase her very personal sexual arousal. This was obviously not your usual everyday Master/slave or Dom/submissive introductory training weekend. To be perfectly honest, I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do with Karen until the very instant the wheels of the Cessna touched down on the runway at Sedona Airport. I realized that much of this weekend was going to be spontaneous, with most pre-planned ideas thrown out the window of the Cessna somewhere between Flagstaff and Sedona.

As I said earlier, we have a very special and unique relationship. Our lives bonded together 12 years ago just 15 miles from where we are now and we were over 2,000 miles apart when that happened. Over the years, we have certainly had our ups and downs, but the trust and faith we have in each other continued to grow without interference. This weekend is a radical change of direction in this wonderful relationship we have, even though it is only going to last for three days. Things could go either positive or negative very quickly and very easily. 

It's absolutely true that Karen would be very low on a list of prospective submissive trainees. She does not crave nor dream of submission at any level, nor of being controlled in any way by another person as a lifestyle. She does have a strong curiosity though, with an even stronger will and self-confidence. And I am the only one she trusts deeply enough to be allowed to explore that curiosity with her. She trusts me to protect her and to keep her safe. When the wheels touched down on the cement, the answer to my indecision lit up like a 250w light bulb. I was going to allow Karen to be the Master of her own submission for this entire first day. 

I will control the adventures and the performances while she retains the control of her options within the adventures and the intensity of her role as my submissive. I will give her a path to follow that she can emotionally accept, physically endure, and alter slightly if and when she might feel the urgent need to do so. I was going to take her to a place where she can discover a level of intense sexual gratification that she had no idea even existed in this world. The key was to keep everything non-threatening with extensive mystery, and keeping her surrounded by the unknown and the unexpected. Asking Karen frequently, as to whether or not she wanted to continue or stop whatever she was experiencing at any time, would most certainly produce a choice of 'continue' every time. Allowing a new submissive to make the choice of continuing with submission almost always works well on their first day. 

-6-

Standing silently in front of a very naked Karen allows one a very wide selection of options. I decided on using only the index fingers, for the most part, to make contact with this side of her body. 

"#1," was all I said.

Karen's hands immediately interlocked behind her head. She managed to widen the spread of her feet even further. She did that on her own, without being told to do so. I decided to start with her breasts. She has great nipples. They were large enough to afford my fingers a solid grip and extremely suckable, lickable, biteable, pinchable, squeezeable, and just outright usable. 

I ran my fingertips around each of her breasts. I would do a full circle and then just barely touch her nipple. I did circles around each nipple and then lightly touched all over her breasts. I touched each nipple with the tip of my tongue and then used my tongue to make several wet circles around the aureole. Both nipples were turning a deeper color as they each became more and more aroused. One of my favorites is to use my hand to push her tits all the way up and then lick along the line where the tit flesh becomes chest flesh. That is an erogenous area often ignored. 

I put a thick cushion from the chair on the floor in front of Karen and sat down on it with my legs crossed yoga style. From this position, I could still reach her gorgeous tits and also had straight ahead access between her legs. I just loved playing with a fantastically smooth hairless pussy. For the next 15 minutes, the only thing I did was to trail my fingertips all around the outside of her labia and up above and around her clit and the very top of her pussy. I also went down the front of her thighs, up the insides, over the tender sensitive bottom bulge of her ass cheeks that were visible from the front, and then back again for more traveling around her incredibly juicy wet slice. After 15 minutes of this sensually arousing torture, all I had to do was give her a slight flickering feather touch high up on her inner thigh, right next to her outer labia lips, and Karen would whimper, shiver, and shudder. At this point, since she had done so well with maintaining silence, a little tiny moan or groan was acceptable. She started squeezing her pussy really tight and then relaxing the muscles no matter where a fingertip touched her hot excited body. Every time she started making these semi-silent sounds, my eyes would go immediately to her pussy and watch her squeeze it tight over and over again in anxious anticipation. And the juices flowed in mass. I saw a small trail working its way down her right thigh and used my index finger to scoop it up. I reached way up and put the tip of my finger against the lips of her mouth and pushed very lightly until she opened up enough to accept the entire digit inside. Her tongue immediately went to work. When she began sucking on it, I began moving my finger in and out and she sucked it clean like a woman who knew what she was doing.

Karen was at a point of near total body arousal. No matter where I touched her, she would shudder and whimper. I was so pleased with her responses that I knew it was time for a reward. I reached up with both hands and took a tit in each. I began to lightly massage both of her breasts. I ended that with a minute of a slow and gentle rolling of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I added in the occasional hard pinch and twist and she would respond by thrusting her tits further out. That was a physical motion that indicated Karen was asking for more of the same treatment. Watching her facial expressions was all I needed to see to know how easy it would be to bring her to an orgasm. And that's what I decided to do.

I released her breasts and let Karen stand there without touching her for an entire eternity as far as she was concerned. Just a minute or so in real time, but Karen was no longer on real time. I took the forefinger of my right hand and gently placed it over the hood of her clit and began a slow circular motion. I was barely applying any pressure at all and her hips shot forward like they were spring loaded in an attempt to get my finger to push harder on her clit. When I did start pushing harder against her fully engorged clit, I also introduced another finger between her parted wet labia. I let it slowly roam down to her vagina and then return to a spot just below her clitoris. The round trip completed about every five seconds or so. I then ended the command of silence.

"Where do you want me to put my finger cumslut?"

"Please put it inside of me Sir."

"How many fingers do you want me to put inside of you cumslut?"

"As many as you wish Sir?'

"Do you want me to play with your clit too cumslut?"

"Oh yes Sir."

"How am I going to do that if all my fingers are fucking your pussy?"

"You could use your thumb, but only if you choose to do that Sir. I am here to please you only Sir."

"OK. Now tell me exactly what it is that you would like me to do to you that would please me cumslut."

"Please please Sir. Put all of your fingers in my cunt hole and give my clit a good workout with your thumb or your other hand Sir. I would like to cum for you while you watch me Sir, if that would please you Sir."

"Is this proper for a submissive slave to be telling her Master what she wants him to do to her?"

"No Sir. But you did ask me Sir. Please, please, please."

She had made a good point there. I did ask. By now, my entire hand was soaked with her juices so getting inside of her was going to be really easy. I first pushed two fingers, very slowly, into her slick channel and began pumping them in and out. Karen's head was beginning to lean back but she still kept her hands interlocked behind her neck. She began a low steady moan and her entire body became covered with perspiration. I added a third finger and the moans went up a notch in volume. I decided to use my other hand rather than trying to use just one hand to fuck her and play with her clit at the same time. Just as I successfully got my fourth finger inside of her pussy, I began doing a number on her clit with my other thumb. Her entire upper body, from the top of her thighs up, was in 'shake and shudder' mode and her legs were beginning to quiver at the knees. The sloppy squishing sounds of my four fingers going in and out of her cunt at an ever increasing speed were actually louder than the moans of near orgasm that were coming from her nearly wide open mouth. 

"I'm going to cum Sir. May I cum for you now Sir? Please let me cum. I can't control it any longer. I'm begging you please let me cum. I'll do anything, no matter what. Just please let me cum Sir."

"You'll do anything, no matter what, even if I don't let you cum."

"I know that Sir. But I'm going to lose it Sir."

"You may not cum until I hear you slowly count to fifty."

"1—2—3—4—5-------21—22—23----48—49—50. May I cum for you now Sir?" 

"You may cum for me little one."

Within seconds, Karen was yelling out that she was cuming. She told me she was coming quite a few times. She even informed God three or four times that she was cuming. If this had been a cheaply built hotel, everyone within ten doors of us in any direction would have known she was cuming. Her entire body shook, shivered, and shuddered. She was trying to push down on my fingers at the same time she was pushing her clit out toward my thumb. And then it hit. Karen went nuclear. She froze in place for a few seconds and then the explosion began to spread from her pussy and her clit until it encompassed her entire being. Her arms fell from behind her head. She grabbed a tit with each hand and squeezed them over and over. She took a huge deep breath and held it inside of her as her body accepted all of the waves of orgasmic explosion that kept cuming and cuming and cuming. She finally moaned one long aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh, her knees collapsed, and she fell on top of me. I was unable to keep my fingers in her pussy as she came down on me, but I did manage to keep my thumb on her clit with my other hand. After returning my fingers to her wide open gaping vagina, I kept those fingers in high gear, even as she was lying on top of me. I rolled her over so that she was face up on the floor and kept up the finger action in her pussy and got my thumb back on her little swollen love nub. She started shaking and twitching and jerking. I knew she was going to cum again. And she did. And she also squirted all over the place. And when she was finally finished, Karen just laid there quietly as her body came back to earth. I sat up next to her and just stared down at her with all the love I could find inside of me. Her eyes were open now and staring into mine. Her eyes were locked onto mine and I looked into hers and I could see forever into her heart and soul.

At this point, Karen was either lying in, or covered with, almost every type of fluid the female body is capable of producing. I didn't care at all how soaking wet she had become. I removed my clothes and we made slow passionate love until neither one of us thought that we would ever be able to get up off the floor and walk normally again. And we still had a late afternoon, an evening, and a night to go yet, before the first day came to an end.

"Let's clean up this carpeting as best we can, take a shower together, and go to the Oaxaca Mexican Restaurant for lunch. We're going to need some more energy later on this afternoon and evening, not to mention tonight. After we eat, would you like to go with me to a very special toy store?"

I have no idea exactly what thoughts were running through Karen's head at that moment but her eyes locked onto mine again and she gave me one of those infamous, but sexy, 'Maybe' smiles. During my adult lifetime, I have always interpreted, and acted upon, those smiles as 'Maybe we will sooner than you think' or 'Maybe we will more often than you think'. In my world, there is no such thing as 'Maybe we will or maybe we won't'.

 



The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01b



The Search and the Discovery 1B

(The Spirit Gods Have Spoken) 

*

-7-

"What do you want me to wear, Sir?"

"Put on the short skirt and blouse and regular shoes."

We had a hell of a time cleaning up the carpet. We didn't have anything to do it properly with at all. We finally ended up using a wash cloth, bath soap and one hotel towel to dry the area as much as possible. I directed the A/C vents to blow in that direction so it should be dry by the time we get back from our short outing. We showered and washed each other squeaky clean all over and in every intimate spot.

We were in the bedroom and ready to go. I had just one thing left to do. I reached into my suitcase, which was on a stand next to one of the closets, and pulled out a crystal clear glass butt plug. Not a big one but not a really small one either. 

"Put this in your mouth and suck on it and get it all wet."

Karen made a big show out of doing that. When she was finished, she handed it back to me with a big smile on her face. It was a lovable sexy smile that said: "I know exactly what you're going to do with that." It was just the kind of smile that I like the most.

"Turn around, lift your skirt, bend over, and use both hands to spread your cheeks as wide apart as you can while I insert this through your backdoor entrance."

When she was in position with her cheeks spread wide and that cute little brown eye winking at me, I slowly inserted the glass plug into her rectum. She groaned a little at first but I got it in without too much trouble.

"Stand up straight, turn around, and look at me."

"Do you like what you see Sir?"

"I most certainly do, little one."

"Am I allowed to carry on a normal conversation with you now Sir?"

"Yes you are and you can drop the 'Sir' during casual times."

"Yes Sir. I will keep that in mind."

I almost laughed out loud when she said that. It was another very subtle reminder of who Karen thought was really in control here. We haven't discussed that in depth as of yet, but we will after dinner and the visit to the toy store. I did tell her, long before we came to Arizona, that she could stop anything that frightened her or made her more uncomfortable than she could deal with at any time. I think she took that statement to mean that she was in control of anything and everything. I would have to edit her thinking when we returned. 

"I may call you 'Master Bill' too. I like that title. Calling you 'Master Bill' makes me 'slave karen'. I like that title very much. Maybe this store we are going to will have a set of those Master/slave T-shirts I once saw on Cape Cod. You know? The 'Master' shirt has the two feet together aiming down and the 'slave' shirt has the two feet spread apart and aiming up. Are you sure we can't fool around some more with some 'Missionary' or 'Doggie' before we go?"

"You're an oversexed slut, and you're a nympho too, aren't you? In the words of the Spirit Gods: "Too much of a good thing might not be such a good thing."

"Who's listening to the Spirit Gods right now?"

"I am slave. And any more sassy talk from you and you will find yourself walking out to the Hummer holding your skirt around your waist and showing your baby smooth pussy and that nice round ass of yours to anyone who happens to be outside in the parking area."

"Yes Sir."

It was a quick turn to the left going out the door and down the stairs to the Hummer, which was parked almost directly under the huge glass window of our suite. 

We drove down to the main street of Sedona known as Hwy 89A. The Oaxaca is a really old style Mexican restaurant and not formal at all. I love Mexican food and so does Karen. It was nothing fancy, but it was really good eating. And you can dine on the roof if you want to. 

After our meal and a couple of glasses of wine for Karen, we paid our bill and headed out for the place I call "The Toy Store". It's not a toy store for everybody. It's for adults only. It's a few streets south of 89A and is known mostly to the locals. Some tourists find it by accident. It's a plain looking place about the size of a small three bedroom house and has a tiny sign that says "Adult Thoughts" on it. We parked in front, next to the only two other cars there. Karen made the comment: "This is going to be interesting."

"Have you ever been in one of these stores little one?"

"I'll never tell," was her only comment, delivered with a big smile.

When we walked in the front door, everything changed from a plain simple unobtrusive building to a well laid out store offering everything sexual known to mankind. There was a large video, book and magazine section of course. There was a room for Gays and Lesbians. And there was an entire room set aside for Leather and Bondage. The main room was covered wall to wall with all the sex toys you have always known about and quite a few that you have never thought of or even knew existed. The entire center of the room was a mass of display racks with more of the same stuff, only smaller in size. 

I grabbed a hand basket from a stack by the entrance, took Karen by the hand, and walked her around the entire store, other than the Gay and Lesbian room, and let her mind absorb all of the possibilities that we could make use of during the next few days. After the initial walk-around, which often took a bit of pulling on my part to get Karen to move on to the next display, I found a private spot in a far corner and told her what I wanted her to do while we were here.

"I have brought quite a few toys of my own with me in my suitcase. I'm sure you figured that out very quickly as you are keeping one of them nice and warm and secure in your asshole right now. What we are going to do is look at specific types of toys and devices and I want you to pick one from each group of products that I point out to you. The items out here are just general sex toys. The ones in the Leather and Bondage room are going to be absolutely specific in their purpose. Are you ready to start?"

"Yes Sir. Do I have any limitations on what I pick?"

"I won't allow any advanced level toys, so let's keep it simple. We don't have a few months to explore all the possible uses of every item. I want you to tell me what turns you on the most."

"Master Bill. My pussy got turned on to everything the minute we walked through the front door."

"I thought it might 'slave karen'."

I moved her over to the section that had nothing but vibrating devices. I would have guessed that there were 40-50 different types, many with very special and specific uses.

"I want you to pick one vibrating item for each of your holes."

"God, there are sooooo many. Does that include my mouth too Sir?"

"There is a section with all sorts of gags and other devices for your mouth. You can pick any of them that appeal to you when we get there Squirt."

Karen just laughed and laughed. "If there is something good there, I will find it." 

"I have no doubt that you will." 

She studied every vibrating item offered. Picked up several for a closer look and returned them to their spot on the wall. She did this for fifteen minutes before turning to me and saying: "I know exactly what I want to get Sir."

"And what would that be little one?"

"The matching set that comes with one vibrator for the vagina and one for the anus. To be more specific, I would like to get the set that has the remote control and the little wires hanging from the bottom of each toy that you can control from a hundred yards away."

"Take it off the wall and put it in the basket. I really like that choice little one."

She did and gave me one of her devious little smiles of innocence and anticipation. She just loves doing that because she knows men like it and she loves to flirt. I like it too. I'm going to figure out how to do that back to her one of these days.

"Now I want you to pick out one of the vibrators specifically designed for your clit. That is one of the items I'm going to have the most fun with."

"Since you are going to enjoy this type of vibrator so much, don't you think that you should pick out the one you like the most?"

"No, I don't think so this time. You are the submissive slave and I want you to pick the one you think will please me the most."

At that very instant, the old proverbial light bulb lit up above her and I saw her head nod several times as she suddenly realized the meaning of what I had just very casually said to her. Awareness and understanding can be such a powerful force, especially when it strikes without warning. I have been telling her all day and now it has finally sunk into her permanent awareness.

"I have a confession to make Sir. I totally understand the need for honesty, trust, love, and faith in each other and in our everyday relationship. All of it is there at the highest possible level. But I have been somewhat confused about understanding my role as a submissive. What am I supposed to feel? What am I supposed to be? What am I supposed to desire? What was I expecting when I told you that I am yours and that you can do anything you want with me? And, most important of all, what am I looking for inside of myself? 

What you just said, Sir, hit me like a ton of bricks. 'Training' is a word you use in all of your stories. But you are not training me. We need to talk seriously about this when we get back to our suite. I just woke up to the fact that we are not here to find ways to please me, excite me, and make me cum. I am here to find ways to please you, which I want to do more than anything in the world. That is true, isn't it? I need to understand submission. I do understand now that I need to please you and I know that by doing so, I may get to experience pleasure and excitement in return, if you should choose to allow that to happen. And I also understand why the orgasm I had earlier was the most powerful that I have ever experienced. It was because you created it and you 'allowed' me to have it."

"Well little one. That is quite a sudden realization, especially with the two of us standing here in the middle of this store. I feel the excitement of your discovery. I am very proud of you and your efforts to grow and recognize greater self awareness. You keep proving to me what a natural you are over and over again. We will talk about your new discovery when you are naked back in our suite. It is always much more effective to talk about sexual and emotional feelings totally naked in front of your Master. It is an extremely important discovery and will open a door that will allow you much greater awareness and understanding of everything you experience from now on. The greater awareness of who you are in this life being one of them."

-8-

I nudged her to hurry up and make her pick of the clit vibrators so I could get her into the Leather and Bondage room. Karen picked this small little brown vibrator that had a cup on the end. It hit the basket and I took her hand again and led her to the room I really wanted to be in to begin with. It was a large room. Sort of the 'master bedroom' of a house, except it was much larger. It had thirty feet of wall on every side. I took her straight to the 'Wall of Cuffs'.

"What do you think of these items little one?"

"They all look like they require a great deal of trust."

"They do require a high level of trust. Some keep your hands locked behind your back and some keep your arms and legs spread wide apart. All of them make you completely helpless and vulnerable. It is your choice to make. You don't have to pick any if you don't want to. Or, you can pick one or more different types, if that is your choice."

Karen picked up every item in that section, one at a time, and held them in her hands for a minute before putting them back and moving on to the next variation of the same type of device.

"You said I can pick more than one type? May I do that now Sir?"

"If that is what you want to do, then go ahead."

Karen picked two pairs of metal handcuffs and gently put them into the basket. Then she reached up high and pulled down a really nice set of fur lined wrist and ankle cuffs. I think she forgot that she was wearing a semi-short skirt and no panties because most of her ass came into full view when she was doing the stretch to grab the fur cuffs. I looked, but nobody was watching. I placed an open hand over the lower globes of her exposed cheeks and squeezed a little. Karen froze for just an instant and then continued on with reaching for the box and pulling it off of the hook that was holding it so high up on the wall display. As she came down with the box, her skirt returned to its normal position and I took my hand off of her unexpectedly displayed bare ass. As she put that item in the basket, I whispered into Karen's ear: "When you get a chance, I want you to do something that will expose your bald pussy".

She whispered, "Yes Sir" without any hesitation at all.

Next to the cuff section was a smaller display of clamps. They were labeled beginner, intermediate, and advanced. She immediately picked a package of 25 tiny plastic clothespins from the middle level. Then she picked two sets of lightweight adjustable clamps that were connected to each end of a thin silver chain. Each package also came with three weights that could be hooked onto the chain. These all went into the basket. She turned toward me and asked me what I thought of a particular set that had caught her eye in the top row. When she asked my opinion, she stood up on tiptoe and pointed to the set she was asking about just to make sure I knew which one she was referring to. For about five seconds, Karen was standing there facing toward me with her skirt pulled up high enough to completely expose her smooth little slice of bald pussy to me and the entire store. I didn't look around this time. Karen did though, and a cute shy little smile suddenly appeared for an instant as she returned to a regular standing position.

"The clothespins are OK. You won't be able to deal with more than a few to begin with. The clamps are perfect for you but I would recommend three sets which I will explain later. The one's you just pointed to can be a bit nasty. Alligator clamps like that aren't adjustable. They have a very strong spring in them. You picked the type with a thin layer of rubber over each of the teeth, but they can still be very painful, for a beginner, if left on too long. The kind with the bare, sharp metal teeth, are only for people very experienced in accepting pain."

"I want to try the set I pointed out on my nipples if you will give me permission Sir."

"You have my permission but I will have total control of their use little one."

"I understand Sir.

This time she was standing with her right side toward the wall when she reached up to remove the rubber coated alligator clamps from the top level. This exposed both her ass and her pussy in two directions. I glanced to the left and immediately saw that a couple in the book section got a really nice look at her pussy for a couple of seconds. It didn't surprise them in the least and they acted like that happened to them all the time. That set of clamps went into the basket, as did one more set of the adjustable beginner's clamps.

Next, we moved to the section of whips, crops, canes, and paddles. Karen stared at all of them completely mesmerized.

"Are you trying to guess what each of those feel like if they were to be used on your body?"

"Yes Sir. I am afraid of pain. I believe you completely when you say that pain and arousal at the same time can produce monster orgasms, but I don't know if I want to try that yet. In your stories, you have often said that many women sexually enjoy higher levels of pain as a means of proving their value to their Masters. I can't imagine getting off from being tortured. Will you explain that to me this weekend?"

"I would be glad to little one. Since you have accumulated a few punishments before making it through the first two hours, I will be able to teach you about pain first hand. You just happen to have the possible implements of your punishments right here in front of you slave. Sort of a 'chose your own pain' moment don't you think?"

I was just kidding her but she still had to ask that obvious question anyway, for self assurance purposes.

"You aren't planning on torturing me are you? That devious look on your face is scaring me Sir."

"You are going to experience pain in a good way and the only torturing I have planned for you will be my not allowing you to cum any time you want to. You know damn well that I'm not going to cut you up and feed you to the coyotes."

"I'm sorry Sir. I know you wouldn't intentionally hurt me. I'm just a beginner and we are standing here in front of some really mean looking torture devices. My mind started running away with itself I think. It does that every now and then Sir."

"You don't have to pick any of these little one. Just move on to the next section if that is what you would prefer."

"I really do want to move on. I really don't want to get any of these items on this wall. And I really don't want to NOT get any either. I trust you with all of my being. If I pick a riding crop, will you teach me how to enjoy pain and arousal at the same time? I hope you will keep it at a level that I can actually tolerate. I have no idea what that level is but I have total confidence and faith in you that you will know exactly how far you can take me in this area."

"Karen. You are here to please me, not to lecture me on what to do and how to do it. When that brain of yours gets wound up, you immediately lose sight of your goals. Are you my submissive or are you just another average, every day risk seeking girlfriend picking a couple of gimmicks and gadgets to try out for fun and games? I am allowing you to pick a punishment device and making a choice that you are certain will absolutely please me. I do not want to hear your evaluation of my ability to know how to use it correctly. I am giving you an opportunity to participate in your search for the answers you are seeking here in Sedona. I have never allowed this with any first day submissive, first week submissive, or even a first month submissive. Your trust and faith is not as strong as you thought it was, is it?"

I was deliberately speaking just loud enough for some of the other customers standing nearby to hear very clearly. They even turned and waited for Karen's answer, and she was definitely aware of this. Her head looked down at the floor in total humiliation and embarrassment. Her neck and face turned bright red and she started fidgeting and playing with her hands as she always does when unsure of herself.

"I am so sorry again. I keep doing everything wrong. My trust and faith in you is totally there. My trust and faith in myself leaves a lot to be desired. I know I am still grabbing at control at times when I feel so insecure without it. That need doesn't just go away with the snap of your fingers Sir."

I could see tears beginning to form in her eyes so I put my arms around her and gave her a tight 'security' hug. The people around us turned away while smiling and nodding to each other. Every couple in there had dealt with what Karen had just verbalized, and many times over. I was sure we would be repeating this exact conversation many times again also. It was part of the process of 'awakening'. I whispered into her ear that I would never force her to experience more than I knew she could deal with on a positive level. Karen knows that I am very protective of her well being but I don't think she realizes how much. She has been concentrating more on what these 'toys' can do rather than what I will do with them. I do need to keep her attention focused somewhat on their potential use even though I would only allow her to experience a very low level of any item that may cause pain. Not too focused though because then she will think she can get away with anything. 




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01b



"What would you like to do as far as this section of wall is concerned little one? I still would prefer that you make your own decision in this case." 

Karen looked deeply into my eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled. The smile was one of acceptance, not happiness. 

"There are two that have caught my interest Sir. One is the long riding crop with the two layered end and the other is the thin leather paddle with the soft rubber tip that is only an inch wide. May I please have your permission to get those two items Sir?"

"Put the two you have chosen into the basket. This is enough for one trip to the toy store."

Right at that instant, Karen saw something on the wall further down that instantly caught her attention.

"May I have one of those, Sir? I would really love to wear something that identifies me as your submissive slave. I know they are a special honor to award a slave but I would so much like you to know how strongly I feel about wanting to honor you Sir. I also have this sudden overwhelming need to know that you own me Master. I have no idea where this feeling is coming from but it is really deep inside of me and it is quite a powerful need. It just appeared out of nowhere Sir."

She was looking at a large collection of collars. 

"I will get you one but you do not get to pick it out. That is reserved for Masters only. This place won't even sell one to a female. And you may not get to wear it at all this weekend. We will see how things progress. I don't want to own you quite yet little one. That is an entirely different level than the one we are on right now. We can pretend that I own you if you think it would make it easier for you to keep your commitment to total obedience during our weekend adventure. I'll even give you a formal ownership agreement to sign if you want. 

I can, and will, own parts of you my little slut slave, such as your tits, your ass, and your pussy. When you are owned body and soul by your Master, it would mean that you would no longer have the ability to make a personal choice about anything, except for very special occasions or circumstances. The collar is a very special honor from a Master to his slave. It is an honor that must be earned and deserved. I decided in the Cessna that you would be able to choose the means of your own submission in several scenarios. I have never done this with a sub slave in the past, so this is a new experience for the both of us my eager little slut. Tomorrow may be an entirely different story though. I haven't decided yet whether I am going to allow you options or total enslavement."

"Thank you so much Sir. Please consider buying one for me Sir. The one you choose will be perfect for me, if and when you may choose to place it on me."

It only took me a few seconds to pick the one I wanted for Karen, and I made sure that she didn't see which one I had chosen. She had turned away to look at some of the display cases. I held it up for the clerk to see and then hid it in my pants pocket. It was a very stylish soft black leather collar with silver threading that was only a half inch wide. It was of very high quality. It had a very small buckle in the back with a tiny metal loop sticking up with an equally tiny padlock so that it could not be removed without a key. There was one small 'D' shaped gold metal ring in the front, just big enough for a leash to be clipped to. It was a perfect color for a woman with blonde hair. I was also beginning to think that Karen had paid a lot more attention to the contents of my stories than I had previously thought. 

"I'm sure that it is absolutely beautiful Sir, and that it will go with any outfit I may wear for you."

Even turned away, she knew that I had picked one. And that was the very first time that I had ever heard a sub slave refer to a collar as an accessory to an outfit rather than the ultimate commitment to total submission that it was meant to symbolize. I marveled at her innocence. Playing with a beginner was bound to bring a bunch of unexpected surprises to this three day adventure. We still had tonight and two more full days to go, and I had absolutely no doubt that she was overflowing with surprises. 

-9-

I handed Karen the basket of goodies, the keys to the car, my credit card, and then told her to go pay for everything. She looked a little shocked when I told her to do that.

"You want me to put all of these items on the counter and pay for them Sir? Those two clerks behind the counter are just kids barely 18. This is going to be embarrassing for sure?"

"You are to provide nothing less than instant obedience without question little one. That was not a vow of commitment you made to me that you can turn on and off at your leisure. That just earned you a little extra punishment with the crop little one. Consider yourself lucky that I don't ask those two clerks to take you in the back and demonstrate the proper way to use the remote plugs that you chose. They do that free of charge here at a Master's request you know."

"Yes Sir. I'm on my way. Why did you give me the car keys?"

"When you are finished with the purchase, I want you to go out to the car and wait for me. I have a couple of items I want to get to surprise you with later this evening. Oh, one more thing. Tell them you also want four of the 12 foot quarter inch nylon ropes they keep behind the counter."

I wished that I had brought a camera with me to get some pictures of her look of pure humiliation. I kept a close watch on her as I continued to browse and pretended that I wasn't watching her at all. This was going to be a routine that both of the young clerks were very good at. Karen put the basket up on the counter and waited. One clerk came over to her and began emptying everything out of the basket onto the counter. Now, every item she had chosen was on open display to anybody walking by or standing nearby. I watched the first wave of red work its way up her neck and across her face. Then the second clerk came over and both of them held each item up in the air, passed it back and forth between themselves, and then discussed each one in detail with constant glances at Karen. Poor Karen was shifting from one foot to the other, wringing her hands in front of her once again. She was trying unsuccessfully to keep the second wave of darker red from washing over every part of her body visible above the counter. Each item was rung up on the register and placed in a large thick bag they had pulled up from behind the counter that had a huge "Adult Toys" sign on both sides. 

The final humiliation came when Karen asked for the four ropes. The kids kept placing the wrong size or lengths on the counter. She had to tell them that they were the wrong sizes and stand there while they both bent down behind the counter and had a loud conversation, heard clearly anywhere in the store, about finding the 12 foot quarter inch nylon ropes that this pretty blonde woman was really insistent on buying. They finally found them, of course. They were right there all along. After ringing up the ropes, Karen handed them my credit card and they immediately started giving her a hard time about the name on the card. She kept pointing at me and I kept looking the other way. I finally nodded at the two clerks and they finished up the sale and Karen jetted out the front door like a Cheetah on the hunt. I'm not sure what shade of red she was at this point, but I was pretty sure it was somewhere near that of a ripe tomato. Since Karen wanted me to buy the collar, her probable intent was to give her all to earn it properly. That was both a happy thought and a relief. I picked up a leash to go with the collar. I started laughing again when I asked myself if I thought the leash would go with any of her outfits. It will come in handy hiking around the Merry-Go-Round tomorrow, should I choose to give the collar to her. Maybe I'll just let her try it on for a day or two. I also bought two fake piercing rings for her nipples. They are held on by pressure alone. They are open on one side with a tiny ball on each end point. They are pulled open a little wider and placed over the nipple. When they are released, they go back into their original shape. This deeply embeds the two ends of the ring into the flesh of whatever body part was chosen to attach them to. They look exactly like the real thing when in place. I also bought three more for her pussy. Two were for each inner labia lip and one to go over her clit hood. They were usually only slightly painful for a minute or two, but they would never stop letting her know that they were there. I also bought a slave journal that was on display under the glass countertop. 

I paid cash for everything, as Karen still had my credit card. I walked as casually as I could back out to the Hummer.

"Tell me, how did it go at the counter my little toy slut?"

"Not bad Sir. It was a little embarrassing at first."

"I think that are telling me a fib."

"I think I am too. It was absolute total humiliation Sir."

"That will cost you ten strokes of the riding crop on your ass for not telling me the truth the first time. Don't ever NOT tell me the truth little one."

"I'm sorry Master. I know I deserve to be punished for that Sir."

"How did it really go other than the humiliation?"

"It couldn't have been any worse if you had also told me to strip naked and dance on the counter."

"I thought about that too."

"You didn't, did you?"

I started laughing and Karen just cracked up completely. The sun was still high in the sky so we drove around Sedona to look at the local sights. We spent about an hour doing this. Karen really enjoyed the ride. She sat next to me the entire time. Her skirt had been removed and thrown into the back somewhere when we were still in the parking lot of the toy store. My finger was either buried in her pussy, slowly sliding up and down her crack, or frequently pausing at her clit for a few seconds during the entire drive around Sedona. I wasn't about to let her cum but the car rental place was going to have a hell of a job getting rid of the scent of her sex after we turned the Hummer back in.

When we finally returned to the hotel and parked, I told Karen to get out of her door and to get back in the rear passenger door to put her skirt back on. She had no more than 15 seconds to do this and be standing back outside of the car fully clothed. Any longer then the allotted time and she would have to figure a way to get to our suite naked from the waist down. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have minded performing that scenario too. 

The front door to our suite was well recessed and semi-dark during the day. The overhead light only comes on after the sun has set. I told Karen to stand there and I took our bags of goodies into the living room and put them on the large round coffee table. I came back to the front door, handed Karen the large bag that had held her toy purchases, and told her to strip after I had closed the door, and to put all of her clothes in the bag. She was then to knock two times and wait. If the door didn't open in ten seconds, she could knock again and wait. She was to keep repeating this until I decided to open the door and let her in.

"Yes Sir," was all she said.

I closed the door. What she didn't know was that I immediately went to the front window, which she couldn't see from the recessed area in which she was now standing bare assed naked, and watched for any approaching cars or people. She knocked twice and I didn't answer. After 8 more sets of knocks and a minute and thirty seconds later, I opened the door and let her in. She just strolled in casually, like everything was normal, and went into the main room to look at her toys.

"How was your stay outside little one?"

"Just fine Sir. No problem at all."

"Are you lying to me again?"

"I'm trying not to Sir. I just don't want you to think that I'm too much of a novice to bother with any more. The truth is that I was scared shitless that you were going to keep me out there for a lot longer than you did Sir."

"That will be another ten on your pussy."

"Yes Sir. May I ask if you are going to teach me how to cum while you are using the soft rubber paddle on my pussy?"

"I might if you are a good submissive slut."

"I love the idea of cuming for you Sir. When you are watching me cum, it is so much more exciting knowing that I'm doing it for you and that you can see everything that is happening to my body.

"That's good little one. I enjoy watching your entire body when you cum. Mostly, I enjoy your face. That is what makes you a cumslut."

"I am a cumslut for you Sir."

"I know you are." 

"May I suck your cock Sir? Pretty please....."

-10-

"You have an hour of free time little one. You can do anything you want. You can take a nap, watch TV, freshen up, or anything else that you might want to do."

"Thank you Sir."

She did everything girls like to do. She took a bath. I lowered the Murphy bed down from the wall and kicked back to watch the news. These Murphy Beds are handy things to have. Maybe I'll look into installing one in my living room. And then she spent as much time as possible placing her naked body between me and the TV. I asked her to limit her walking back and forth in front of me to the advertisements. She didn't think that was very funny.

"Just another typical MAN," she sighed and walked off to the bathroom with mock disgust and a chuckle.

"And just how many 'typical' men do you fly to Sedona with so they can enjoy you as their own personal cumslut?" I suddenly realized that I had just spoken to an empty room. 

When Karen was finished in the bathroom for the second time, she came back into the main room, crawled onto the bed next to me, and cuddled up nice and tight.

"Isn't this much cozier then walking in front of the TV? I want to take some pictures of you in that all-glass bathtub. As a matter of fact, I'm going to be taking a lot of pictures of you as we progress through the rest of today and then many more tomorrow at the Merry-Go-Round."

"Nude or clothed Sir."

"Both."

"What are we going to do for the rest of this day Sir?"

"What do you think we should do?"

"I don't know Sir. You said earlier that you wanted to talk with me. We have lots of new toys to play with. I want to do whatever will please you Sir. I may soon have a beautiful new collar that tells the world how happy I am having you as my Master, after I earn it that is Sir. There were hardly any interesting night spots that I saw while we were driving around. Maybe we could find one with a band and dance the night away. But only if that is something that would please you, of course."

"I'm impressed that you would like to show other people here in Sedona that you are a proud obedient submissive. There are a couple of clubs in this town that are for 'Lifestyle' people only, but they are very well hidden and you are not ready for that yet anyway. Maybe I will just take you out for a nice walk in the cool night air along the main shopping area for touristas. If and when I choose to give you my collar, you had better have some acceptable answers for some curious questions about it when you are in public places. Questions that might come from out of nowhere and asked by strangers you've never met. You will definitely get several stares from other women. Most guys will just think you are wearing a choker. Most women will know exactly what you're wearing."

"That sounds extremely humiliating Sir."

"It is meant to be, little one, if you see your collar as a source of embarrassment. You said that you want the world to know how happy you are to have a Master. Do you feel just as strongly about wanting to show the world how happy you are to be a submissive slave?"

"Aren't they both the same thing Sir?" 

"No they are not. The first is what you think about having a Master. The second is who you want to be. The first is a description. The second is a lifestyle. That is where the term "The Lifestyle" comes from. You can have a dozen different Master's in your lifetime, but you are the only submissive slave in that equation. I hesitate to get into this because the concept is something that is usually learned and emotionally accepted or rejected, in your mind and in your heart, over a longer period of time. The 'curiosity' that you came here with this morning is already turning into a need to search and discover. That, in itself, is to be considered one very giant step upward. This is all something you will need to think about and settle in your mind over a period of time. You need to be totally honest with yourself when you do. 

In the meantime, let's concentrate on the present. I have been very easy on you so far today, but I don't want you to get the idea that that is the way it is always going to be. I'm not training you to be my submissive. I'm allowing you to search and discover exactly where you fit in that entirely new world that you want to explore. A true female submissive desires, needs, and craves absolute control over her life by another person. She knows and understands that the only purpose for her life and existence is to please, pleasure, and obey her Master. She seeks nothing for herself because she doesn't expect anything for herself in return. She will be rewarded tenfold. She knows this. She doesn't expect it and she doesn't anticipate it at any time. 

Here is an example for you that may be an easier concept for a newbie to understand. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do so because you are an obedient sub/slave. You also do it because you need to please me and provide for my pleasure. You please yourself because you know you are the best cock sucking sub on the planet. You pleasure yourself because you love to suck cock. Immediately after I cum in your mouth, do you anticipate that I will immediately fuck you or suck your clit until you cum? Would you expect me to do that because you have just finished getting me off? The average girl on the block would. She would go ballistic if I said 'Thank you' and left. As a sub/slave, you KNOW that you will receive ten times the amount of sexual fulfillment that that average girl on the block could ever even dream existed. The difference being that you KNOW it will be on MY terms and NOT on yours. Reaching that point of awareness and understanding, learned through absolute faith and trust, requires an unbreakable commitment to yourself that is just as strong as the commitment you have made to me as your chosen Master. Those two commitments may be uneven at first, but they will eventually equalize if you have been totally truthful and honest with yourself. The length of time varies from sub to sub. Do you understand where you are in the scheme of things?"

"I understand your 'Simple Example' just perfectly Sir. Thank you for that. I'm a little slow with concepts that I don't yet understand. May I ask you a question Sir?"

"Of course you can little one."

"Didn't you say that my search is about my curiosity?"

"Let's follow through on that very topic and go right to the core of who you really are. Curiosity is what got you here to begin your search. Curiosity is nearly meaningless at this point. You have passed through the 'curiosity' level faster than any woman I have ever met, trained, or taught. What are you searching for? AND......what do you hope to discover? Why did you come to Sedona?"

Karen sat up on the bed and sat cross-legged and stared at me. I sat up and did the same thing with our knees touching. She knows that I can look into her heart and soul through her eyes. That used to scare her because that left her with absolutely no self protection. As her trust in me grew over the years, that fear disappeared, except when I challenged her as I was now. Our eyes were locked together and there were no more walls to protect her.




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01b



"I came to Sedona to give myself to you Sir."

"What exactly does that mean to you?"

"I have read all of the stories you have written and there were many scenes where I actually fantasized about being the submissive that you were writing about. I came here because I want to make some of those fantasies come true. I want to become the fantasy and make it real. You are the only one I will try that with Sir."

Karen broke eye contact with me and looked down into her lap and started squirming and fiddling with her fingers. In poker, that would be her 'Tell'. She enjoyed sexually based humiliation. This was emotional humiliation and her instant response was fear.

"Don't break eye contact with me again unless I tell you to do so little one. You still have some punishments coming to you tonight and I will double them if you do that again. Whenever you look away from me in fear, you denigrate our trust and faith in each other. Fear is a natural human protection response that can be vitally needed at certain times. Being totally honest and open with me is not one of those times. Standing alone in an open field with a hungry tiger running towards you would definitely be one of those times. Understood?"

"Yes Sir," she said with a big smile as her eyes regained contact with mine once again.

"Play with your tits and get your nipples hard. Don't stop until I tell you to do so."

"Yes Sir," she said again and both of her hands went to her gorgeous breasts. She began massaging them and rolling her nipples with her fingers. Her eyes remained locked onto mine.

"Have you ever had these fantasies before reading my stories?"

"I've had a couple of them Sir."

"Tell me about the one you have had most frequently."

"Ummmmmm, I guess that would be the one where I am tied spread-eagled, blindfolded and naked to a bed in a back bedroom during a party at a friend's house. People come in all night long, either one at a time or by couples. I am touched and teased for hours by both men and women. My clit is frequently rubbed and left aching for more every time. Every inch of my body is aroused from all the fingers and hands roaming over me from head to toe. Both my pussy and my asshole get a finger or two in them every so often but I am never allowed to cum and no one is allowed to fuck me in any way other then with their fingers. My nipples and clit are kissed, sucked and licked and I am still not allowed to cum. I keep begging for it but no one pays any attention to me. I hear everyone talking about me and laughing. I always wake up soaking wet at this point, with a hard throbbing clit, and get myself off in seconds. What you did to me earlier was sort of a fulfillment of that fantasy after all these years. It wasn't exactly the same but it was so close to my dream fantasy that it allowed you to create the most powerful orgasm that I've ever had in my entire life Sir."

"Do you have a need to be controlled sexually?"

"Sometimes I do Sir. Sometimes I have such an intense craving to be used in any way possible that I almost shout it out but I have never ever told anybody about this and no one has ever tried doing that with me until you Sir."

"So now the truth is finally out in the open. You really do have a need, and maybe even a craving, to explore your submissive feelings and fantasies, don't you?"

"Yes Sir. I guess I really do. I never realized that before now. You are the first person I have ever told this to Sir. Not even my girlfriends know anything about this. In all honesty, it's the first time that I have actually admitted in my own mind that these desires and fantasies might actually be real."

"That's a big step little one. And we are going to do some serious exploration during the remainder of our time here together, to find out for sure, whether or not they actually are real. Today has been a soft introduction for you. Tonight, I am going to take you deeper into your fantasies and tomorrow will be even much more intense with very few choices or options on your part at all. You will demonstrate nothing less than complete and instant obedience on your part. You will perform or participate in each and every scenario that I create for you without question. And you will do it because you need to please me. I will give you your last chance to opt out right now. Do you want to search for and hopefully discover the joys of some newer areas of true submission or would you prefer to continue on as we have most of the day today? I want you to tell me what you want to do. Never forget that you will always have the 'STOP' option no matter what path you choose."

"Sir, since you have been sending me so many of the chapters to your stories as you've been writing them, we have also talked of my thoughts and feelings about D/s relationships. A few years back, you made a comment to me about being a natural born submissive. I was a bit confused about what you said but didn't say anything in response. It even made me angry as I thought about it more and more. Me? He thinks that I'm a natural born submissive woman? I just wrote that off as you being just plain full of shit Sir. I submit to nothing. I control my life. I have worked hard to accomplish my goals. I create new goals for myself all the time and go after them with near tunnel visioned determination. And there you were, my most special and most trusted friend in this world, telling me I was a natural born submissive. 

Then you sent me the first few chapters of 'Enduring Dreams of Submission', that just happened to have the main female character named Karen, and when I began to put myself into her role, I suddenly understood what you had meant in that statement about me. The outside of me was in complete control of nearly everything. It was what was inside of me that was actually what you were referring to from the very beginning. I actually dreamed of being the girl who lay naked on her towel by the edge of the lake and masturbating for the video camera while wanting everyone in the entire community to watch. Somehow, you recognized the hidden secret turmoil inside of me. They were the deepest, most secret sexual desires that I feared the most. So deep and so secret, I had forgotten that, in my conscious mind, they were even there. As I kept reading your stories, I became more and more aware that my desires might actually be needs, and maybe even cravings. I often put myself into the role of your main female characters in many of your stories. When you sent me the first chapter of 'Sarah's First Encounter', it had such an impact on me that I kept reading it over and over, putting myself completely into the role of Sarah every time. So much so that I started have fantasies and dreams that I actually was Sarah. I wanted to be the one sitting on the grass by the parking lot with you, while I removed my clothes piece by piece and watching you toss each one through the open window of your car. That's when I realized that I had to experience what Sarah experienced. Not as Sarah, but as Karen. I really didn't think there was a chance of that ever happening but, here we are Sir. I actually look at you and see you as 'Sir' and as 'Master'. Since the moment we first saw each other at the Flagstaff Airport, and we held each other so close for so long in complete silence, and I whispered in your ear that 'I am all yours Sir', most of the intense fear I had brought with me has lessened dramatically. I still have moments of fear and we are both dealing with them as they appear. I really am 'little one', 'cumslut', or anything else you might want to call me. I know you have treated me very gently so far, to let me work myself into my role. I want to go so much further if you will take me there Sir. I love you and I trust you, and you have my complete faith in you. I need you to own me and I need you to use me as your personal submissive slave. I will not hesitate and I will never question anything you command or desire of me. I need only to please you and to make you happy. I'm just beginning to understand that part of submission but I'm a quick learner. I need you to be happy with me. I need you so much Master."

"When was the last time you discussed any secrets or fears with anyone close to you."

"I never have Sir. Not like this anyway."

"How do you feel about being a natural born submissive?"

"Stop grinning at me. I like it just fine Sir. But only with you."

(continued in part 1C) 



The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01c



The Search and the Discovery 1C

(The Spirit Gods Have Spoken)

-11-

"Go into the bedroom, get on the first bed, on your knees with your head and nipples touching the bed, legs spread wide, and wait for me. Keep your arms stretched out above your head and keep your eyes closed. Once in that position, you are not to move any part of your body for any reason until I tell you otherwise. I will join you when I'm done out here. I want you to spend the entire time thinking about everything that you have encountered today. I want you to think about all of the emotions and the sexual responses that you have experienced since arriving here. I want you to think about tomorrow and all the many types of activities I could possibly have you participate in or perform. I want you to think about your personal commitment to me and to yourself, and all of the new desires that may be rushing around inside of your head and your body while you are waiting for me."

"Yes Sir," was all she said as she headed for the bedroom.

She has such a sexy ass and bouncy tits. I was going to have so much fun with them, and the rest of her too. During the next couple of hours, Karen was going to tell me, in detail, a few secret sexual fantasies she has encountered in her life that she had always kept secret because of her fear of telling anyone about them. She is a very open minded woman when it comes to talking about her sensual and sexual self in an email. Writing about one's self to another person several thousand miles away is always easier than a face to face revelation. Even then, she has left out a number of her deepest fantasies. Everyone is guilty of that, especially women. There are many women who would rather go through their entire adult lives without telling her lover, or mate, anything about her secret cravings and what a perverted little slut whore she really is. They often feel that they must keep that wall of feminine moral perfection between what they want their partner to think they are and who they really are.

Karen is going to surprise the hell out of her own self tonight. She is going to tell me a few of her most deeply hidden secret sexual cravings. I'm not going to force her to do that or even suggest that she do that. I'm going to ask questions like any descent curious caring man would of the woman he is with and she is going to find that she needs and wants to tell me more and more details as we go along. As a matter of fact, she is going to insist on it. Why? Because her trust has been growing stronger and stronger since the minute she whispered in my ear at the airport. Trust can reach the point where fear disappears and the freedom of truth becomes the binding force that allows two people to communicate with total absolute honesty without fear of any consequences. Secrets no longer need to be kept secret. Experiencing the awesome thrilling excitement of revealing deep dark hidden secrets to someone who can bring them to life can become a very special emotional revelation and release. 

Karen has been kneeling on the bed in naked offering for a while now. I gathered up the items she purchased at the adult store, along with the items I bought, and took them into the bedroom and laid them out on the second bed. I also pulled out several items I brought with me from Los Angeles that were in my suitcase. Karen remained silent and beautiful as I put everything at the top of the second bed next to the pillows. She did manage to raise her ass up just a bit higher when I wasn't looking. The bright lamp on top of the drawer set that stretched along the wall near the end of the bed lit up her ass and obviously excited pussy like a stage spotlight. I walked out of the room without a word spoken and went to the mini-fridge. I grabbed a small bowl in the cupboard above the fridge and took out an ice tray. I filled the bowl with ice cubes that were round and clear and returned to the bedroom again. 

"Have you obeyed my command not to move little one?"

"Mostly Sir, but I had to adjust my balance a couple of times when the mattress shifted a little from my weight."

"Were you adjusting your balance when you arched your back just a little more to raise your ass higher while I was putting stuff on the other bed and not looking?"

"No Sir. I did that to try and please you with a better view of your submissive Sir." She knew she had been caught. Even her voice had a slightly shaky wobble to it. Her voice at the end of her admission was a full octave higher than the beginning.

"Since your intentions were good, I will overlook the disobedience this time. Good intentions won't work the next time. The order to remain still is cancelled."

"Yes Sir. I understand Sir. Thank you Sir."

"Tell me a secret, slut."

"What kind of secret Master?"

"Now you're talking like that average girl on the block little one. Are you a submissive or a thrill seeker? Answer the question."

"I would love to have a video tape of myself having a tremendous orgasm so that I could see what you are seeing when I cum."

"That's a start. Now be a slut and tell me a real secret."

"I have had a fantasy about you telling me to talk really dirty while you are doing things to me Sir. That may not sound like much of a secret but I don't have an easy time doing that Sir."

"Tell me a secret sexual act that you have thought about but have never told anyone."

"I have been fisted in my pussy but I have never been fisted in my ass Sir. I don't know if that can be done but I would like to try."

"Relax little one. Open your mind and just let things flow as you think of them.

"Yes Master. I would like to be videotaped doing anything and everything sexual and submissive. I would like to pose for pictures of any kind. I would like to walk alone through Sedona with the remote vibrators in my ass and cunt with you not too far away and turning them on and off whenever you feel like it. I have had fantasies of being tied up in dozens of different ways and played with. I would like you to watch me pee for distance outside somewhere. I want to walk naked in the desert. I want you to tell me to perform anything sexual what-so-ever. Anything you can dream up, make up, or create on the spot. If you can think of it, I will do it. Does that sound like the sweet little Karen that you know and love Master?"

"Once again, it's a start. How do you like acting like a nympho slut?"

"I would love acting like a nympho slut whore with you Master. Not sure what you would be looking for there, but I'm absolutely certain that you will tell me. If I spread my pussy open in a public place, where only you could see it, and begged you to fuck my cunt until I was dripping cum and walking bowlegged, would that qualify me as being a slut whore Master?" 

"Yes it sure would slut. That's enough of that for now. Thank you for the secrets you just revealed to me. I have something else I want to do now. I'm working on a time frame with these toys and the time is quickly running out as you will see for yourself." 

I took an ice cube from the bowl I had brought in from the kitchen before we had started all of that talking about fantasies and fist fucking and fist fucking dream. I sat down on the bed next to Karen, and touched it lightly between her shoulder blades. She jumped at the sudden coldness touching her supper hot skin. Her temperature seemed to have risen quite a bit from fantasy sex talk. I slowly ran the mostly frozen cube down her spine and watched goose bumps appear all over her arms, shoulders, and the upper half of her back. When I got to her tailbone, I hovered around for a few seconds and then moved on until the cube was at the very top part of her ass. This was where her ass cheeks started forming into the two beautiful globes of soft, but firm, flesh that I often love to play with. Some would label me an ass man. Not so at all. I love every single square inch of a woman's body, ass included.

I stopped at the very peak of the climb up her raised ass and held the ice cube at the point where the melting water would run down between her cheeks, over her asshole and into her pussy. That cube was mostly melted when I got to the peak so I grabbed another and just held it in place and let it melt almost completely. I put what was left directly on her pussy opening and Karen jumped again. I didn't have any problem pushing it inside her vagina as there was very little left of the ice at this point. She mumbled a few words I didn't understand and wiggled her butt a few times in response to the sudden invasion of the rapidly melting cube and then went motionless once again. 

"You are going to have a number of totally unique sexual and emotional experiences while we are here in Sedona. You've already experienced a couple that may not have been totally unique. They might very well have been variations of similar activities that you have experienced in the past. What I want you to do now is tell me about another sexual activity that you have fantasized about in your mind but have never had the opportunity to experience. But we're not going to do that here in the bedroom. Follow me slut whore."

I think the 'follow me' command really surprised her. I suspect she was expecting a lot more to happen while she was in such a vulnerable position on the bed. Under normal circumstances, a lot more would have happened. But this wasn't a normal circumstance. I didn't have any plans for Karen to experience any 'normal circumstances' during our stay in Sedona. What I was doing with her for the past few hours was deliberately challenging her thinking process from a number of different directions in rapid succession. 

I was going to do a lot more of this during the next few hours because I wanted her to experience obedience, and not just talk about it from an abstract point of view. We weren't going to be here together long enough to train Karen to actually live, feel, and respond in the role of a true submissive. What I needed to do was to train her in command response. It wasn't going to be possible to give Karen a command that she will not naturally think about and question in her mind as a natural reaction. I wanted her to learn to obey a command without questioning me about it. I wasn't concerned about what was going through her head as long as she actually obeyed the command. For now, I needed her to accept commands out of habit rather than as a way of life. 

Karen got up off the bed, noticed the collection of toys I had put on the other bed, and followed me into the main room of the suite. While she had been patiently waiting for me in the bedroom, stretched out and spread completely open, I had pushed one of the sofas around to face the huge wall of tinted glass window that looked out into the canyon. In front of the sofa, I had moved the ottoman from its original spot and placed it directly between the sofa and the window. That only left about two feet of space between a very naked Karen and the panorama window. Because of the tinted glass, no one could see through it from the outside unless they were right up next to the window. 

From the inside, one has the feeling of being on an open stage with the entire world watching your every move. That changes at night. If there is a light turned on in the room, especially if the light is behind you, you really are on an open stage and everyone looking in can see you as clearly as if there were no tinted glass at all. The sun was still up at this point but it was eventually going to be setting behind the distant top of the canyon wall. There was still several hours of daylight left most everywhere in Sedona.

"Would you like a glass of wine?"

"Yes Sir. That would be really nice.

"Would you like red or white?"

"I would like Red Sir, with your permission." 

I'm not a wine drinker. The only thing I know about wine is red with meat and white with fish. At any other time, I always ask their preference. There weren't any wine glasses so I filled up a regular glass supplied by the hotel. It looked like quite a large amount of the red nectar but what do I know about too much or too little when it comes to wine. I grabbed a diet coke for myself. I don't drink anymore, which must be very boring to a lot of people. 

I placed both glasses on one of the end tables of the sofa I had moved and carefully slid the table over next to the ottoman. As I hadn't yet told Karen where I wanted her, she was still standing in the middle of the room with her hands held together in front of her.

"Come around the sofa and sit on the ottoman little one. I want you facing straight out the window."

I don't think the concept of tinted glass was on Karen's mind at that moment. She cautiously came around the end of the sofa and checked out everything in sight through the window in detail as she made her way to the overstuffed foot stool. She sat down with her legs locked together and an arm over her breasts as she pretended to scratch an itch on her opposite shoulder.

I leaned down, put a hand gently behind her head, and gave her a long passionate kiss. The instant the kiss started, I could feel her passion flaring up. When the switch is turned on, this girl becomes a passion machine. I ended the kiss and sat down behind her and pulled the ottoman up against the front of the sofa.

"Does another secret fantasy come to mind at all right now little one."

"Yes Master. This wall of glass and my sitting here naked in front of it has definitely brought back a fantasy that I have had many times over the past two years. I am sitting totally naked on a hard wood chair in a large room filled with both men and women. There are dozens of them. Some are couples but most are not and they all have cameras. I hear a loud voice telling me that I am going to masturbate and pump a large dildo into my pussy until I have an orgasm. I spread my legs wide and push the dildo slowly into my hole until only the very end is showing. When I begin pumping it in and out, I also start fingering my clit. Cameras are clicking and flashing continuously. I put my feet on the leg rungs and slide my ass up to the edge of the seat so that the people in the audience can have a better view of my open cunt. This doubles the clicking and the light flashes. I finally reach the very edge of orgasm and, as usual, I wake up covered in sweat and my sex fluids. Again, as usual, I have to get myself off alone in a dark room in the middle of the night. 

"Open your legs as wide as you can and let your arms hang free at your sides."

I was sitting on the front edge of the sofa so we were in full contact with my front against her bare back. Karen let out a long slow breath and let her head fall back onto my left shoulder as her legs slowly spread outward and her arms fell limply to each side. I put both of my hands over her beautifully firm tits and gently massaged them. I rolled and pinched her nipples and pulled them out until her tits were stretched into cones. I kissed and licked her neck and her ears. Her breathing increased slightly but she remained relaxed as she leaned more of her weight against me for support.

"What I want you to do now little one is relax your entire body while you lean back against mine. Every square inch of you needs to be listening to me. Keep your head on my shoulder, breathe deeply, let it out slowly, and let me know when you are completely at ease."

"I am now Sir. I could stay like this forever."

"That is good little one. What do you want the most to happen tonight and for the rest of your stay here?"

"I don't know Sir. Part of me says maybe everything and part of me says maybe not so much. There are so many adventures and scenarios in your stories, but none are really me. For several days before getting on that plane this morning, my mind was like a runaway train. We have known each other for so many years that I knew you would never deliberately hurt me like in S&M. I don't know how to answer that question Sir. I want to do everything that you want me to do. I want to do absolutely anything and everything that would please you and make you happy with me."

"Let's change the question then. Have you had any fantasies since you have arrived here that you would find exciting to perform and act out. And I'm not talking about any of the thoughts, fantasies and dreams that you have already described to me?"

"I have had a bunch of different fantasies that are all the same Sir. They are all about you having complete and absolute control of my mind, my body, and everything sexual. I even had a fantasy about being back home, or even at work after this weekend, and you either call or text me with a command telling me, very specifically, what you wanted me to do at that moment or sometime later in the day or evening. That would be a real test of my true desires and needs that I'm learning about with you here in Sedona. You wouldn't be there. Would I still obey as if you were right there with me? Maybe you would like to try that sometime if it would please you Sir."

"That would please me if you obeyed. You would only end up disappointing yourself if you didn't. And when I asked you about it, you would have to tell me the truth or you would be breaking our unbreakable trust. I wouldn't want to do that unless you called me on the phone and convinced me that you wanted do anything I may tell you to do right then and there."

"I think I understand what you are saying Sir."

"Let me give you an example. It's a simple, uncomplicated example that you have had some experience with already. You went out shopping with me at the 'Toy Store' with a butt plug in your ass for the entire time. I would guess that that is the first time you have ever down that. What if I called you up or texted you to insert a butt plug for an entire day at work and that you could not remove it for any reason unless you called or texted me for permission with a really good explanation as to why you needed to do so. Would you automatically obey that command without question?"

"If I told you that I would obey you, then I would. There is no doubt in my mind about that Sir."

"OK. I will accept that. Just keep in mind that you are only being introduced to submission on a very casual level this weekend. Not on a level of submissive training as a lifestyle. Don't lose sight of the fact that 'search and discovery' comes long before 'acceptance and commitment' other than the commitment to the search. We are, more or less, playing together while we are here. I'm giving you an opportunity to discover and explore the truth about some of those secret needs or desires that have buried deep down inside of you and enjoying the weekend at the same time. This is a new experience for the both of us."

"This is an absolutely unbelievable weekend for me so far Sir."

"Are you ready to explore the next phase of your experience?"

"Yes Sir. Anything you want of me Sir."

"You have accumulated a small amount of punishment. You have not forgotten that have you?"

"No Sir. I certainly haven't. Is that what we are going to do know Sir?"

"I can't think of a better time little one. The sun is still up and we have a window that covers an entire wall. I think it might be a good idea to do this right here in front of this fantastic window and its panoramic view."

"I will obey Sir, if that is what you want to do with me."

"It is little one. And I'm going to let you choose your first punishment. Follow me into the bedroom first."

Karen followed right behind me. She even held her hands behind her back like a trained slave would do in that situation. She had definitely done that on her own as I hadn't said anything to her. I don't think she was too enthusiastic about standing naked in front of that huge window all alone. We went into the bedroom and to the bed with the pile of toys on it. 




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01c



"Pull out the crop and the long thin paddle that you bought at the 'Toy Store'. You will also find a wood paddle in my suitcase. Put the three of them side by side at the bottom of the bed."

"Yes Sir." Karen slowly spread out the pile of toys at the top of the bed and put the two purchases she had chosen on display at the foot of the mattress. She then walked over to my suitcase and immediately pulled out a heavy thick wood paddle that was four inches across, ten inches long, and a half inch thick. It was sanded smooth with wood varnish coating the entire paddle. And there were small holes all over the paddle's surface. 

"This thing looks scary Master."

"It can be if used for heavy punishment. Now, my little cum slut, I have determined that you owe me three punishment sessions. Each one will be 10 strokes to your body. When I give you the first stroke, you will say the number of the stroke and 'Thank you Sir'. You will keep count. Miss a count and we will start over. I will make that first stroke with each punishment a relatively soft one. After you say the stroke number and the 'Thank you Sir', you will be able to ask me to make the next one harder or keep it the same. It's not something you are going to think about for a few minutes. You will make the decision instantly and without hesitation. We will do that ten times. If you please me with the choices you make, I will give you an orgasm. Since there are three punishments and there are three devices to deliver them, you will get to pick one and choose where the device will be used. There is a different device for each location. The choices you will have are your tits, your ass and thighs, and your pussy. Do you have any questions?"

"Nnooo Sirrr. You made that awfully plain to me Sir."

"There is one more thing I want to add. I do want to give you a lesson in pain/arousal. We will keep everything within your acceptable limits. We don't really know what your limits are to begin with, so we will proceed slowly. When we are done with the three punishments you have earned, I am going to have you lay on the floor, on your back, with your legs pulled up to your chest and then spread apart. During this lesson, you will hold your legs in position with your hands behind your knees to keep them in that position for the entire lesson. 

While you are in that position, I am going to use the long skinny paddle and the riding crop on your pussy only. I am not going to stop. There will be a constant and continuous stroking of your cunt and your clit until you beg me to let you cum. I will stop for a moment at that time and decide whether or not I am ready to allow you to com. I will then continue with the strokes and you will obey my decision no matter what. I will not touch any part of your body other than the crop and paddle on your pussy. The only option you will have is to beg me to make the strokes stronger. You will not be allowed to ask me to make them weaker at any time. I will talk with you during this lesson as we go along. Do you fully understand and accept these four sessions without question or hesitation."

"Yes Sir. I do. My giving myself to you to use as you wish doesn't come with restrictions or qualifications. It comes with love, trust, and commitment."

"Good little one. Time may not allow us to do all four punishments but we will see as we go along. Let's begin now." 

-12-

"Pick your instrument and tell me where you wish it to be applied."

"Yes Sir."

Karen stood at the bottom of the bed and stared at the three choices she had and picked up the riding crop. She handed it to me and stood silent.

"Where do you want this riding crop to be used on your body cumslut?"

"I am asking you to use it on my tits Sir."

"You don't sound very enthusiastic about that little one."

"Please Sir. Please use the riding crop on both of my tits Sir."

"That's a little better cumslut but still spoken without excitement or desire."

"Please Sir. I am begging you to whip my tits with the riding crop. I need you to do that so much. And please don't make the first stroke too easy or soft Sir. Please make it strong enough so that it pleases you and still allows for me to choose even harder strokes as we go along Sir."

"Now that is an exceptionally fine request from a beginner. Did that surprise you hearing yourself say that?"

"It surely did Sir. I'm really nervous about this Sir."

"That's OK too. Just keep telling yourself that you earned this punishment because you disobeyed my rules."

"Yes Sir. I will."

"Let's go back out to the big window. I want you facing the window and about five feet from it in the #1 position. Do you remember what that position is cumslut?"

"I do Sir."

Karen walked ahead of me and got into position. Her arms were behind her head and her feet were spread very wide. I had put my 15 megapixel pocket camera on the end table earlier, so I picked it up and took several pictures of her from the rear only. I had also picked up a blindfold from the pile of toys on the bed as we were leaving and I slowly put it in place over her eyes. As I did so, I also ran a hand very softly over each tit, her stomach, and all around her pussy without touching it, and then stepped to her right. 

The first stroke landed on the inside of her right tit just slightly over from her nipple. I did not fail to notice that both nipples were firm and fully erect before I had even started. By the standards of a slave trainee, the strength of this first stroke wouldn't have stirred up any responses at all. It wasn't any harder than knocking a fly off a counter top without hurting the fly. There was a light 'whack' sound made when the tip of the crop made its first contact with Karen's flesh. Karen jumped like she had just been shot. I wish I had a picture of that. She immediately got back into position when she realized that she wasn't mortally wounded and that the stroke of the crop had made a lot of noise with almost zero pain to go with it. 

"One Sir and I thank you Sir. Will you make the next one a little harder Sir?"

"I will do as you request little one."

The reason for the blindfold is because a beginner, when seeing the crop or paddle coming towards her, will almost certainly turn her body or cringe in some way to protect herself. It's an automatic and natural response that she cannot control. The blindfold eliminates this response and it also, at the same time, creates tremendous anticipation as to where the next stroke will land.

The second stroke landed on the same tit again, but on the middle outside area. And the stroke was only slightly stronger than the previous one. Karen's breasts are a very sexy handful and leave me a lot of choices as to where to apply the crop tip. It would take a whole lot more than ten strokes to cover both tits completely. 

Karen didn't jump at all this time. She didn't even make a face. She just kept her head facing forward without any response at all.

"Two Sir and I thank you Sir. Please make the next one even harder."

I grabbed her left nipple with my thumb and forefinger and squeezed it tightly enough to be able to lift her left tit away from her chest and landed a stroke on the tender underside. The stroke was stronger and left a tiny red mark behind.

"Three Sir and I thank you Sir. Please make the next stroke the same as that one Sir.

The next stroke was exactly the same as the last one and it landed directly next to the nipple of her left tit on the outward side. The lips of her mouth parted just slightly for an instant and then closed again. I am sure she was confused by tremendous anticipation of agonizing pain that didn't show up. Karen may have read too many of my stories. 

"Four Sir and I thank you Sir. Please make the next stroke harder Sir."

Maybe I am being too easy on her. Even she is asking for me to increase the strength of the crop stroke.

"Is your pussy getting wet cum slut?"

"I don't know Sir."

"Put a finger inside of your cunt lips and let me see it."

Karen ran a finger deep into her labia and, when she held it up, it was shiny wet. She couldn't see it but she definitely knew because I saw a quick smile appear for just an instant. 

"Lick your finger clean while I inspect your tits cum slut."

Karen licked like it was a cock and I looked closely at both of her breasts. The right one had no marks. The left one had two very light red marks that were hardly noticeable, and barely visible. She had replaced her hand back behind her head and was ready for more.

"I will give you the option of stopping now for a few minutes or continuing on. Which would you prefer little one?"

"Oh please Sir. Don't stop now. Please."

"OK pain slut. I will be massaging each tit and squeezing each nipple after each of the next two strokes. "

"That will be really nice Sir. Thank you Sir."

The next stroke, on a scale of one to ten, was a three. It landed just above her nipple on her right tit. This time, it did make a slightly louder smacking sound and Karen's upper body turned just a little bit in reaction to the very slight pain. The noise hurt more than the pain. 

"Five Sir and I thank you Sir. Please make the next one even harder Sir."

Karen still wants it harder. I must be losing my touch. I immediately put the crop on the table and began to sensually massage each breast and play with each nipple. The nipples were still as hard as rocks and Karen moaned slightly each time I squeezed and rolled one with my thumb and finger.

"Where would you like the next stroke pain slut?"

"Any where you wish Sir."

"I've been too easy on you up to now little one. You are not as fragile as you want me to think you are. I'm being too nice to you. We can't have any more of that now, can we?"

"I will accept anything you wish to do, Sir." 

The tiny smile that appeared on Karen's lips was either one of personal success or a personal challenge. I'm thinking 'challenge'. I picked up the crop again and this time landed a stroke on the underside of her tit without lifting it up. The smacking sound of the crop, when making contact this time, was much louder than the last one and, without a doubt, caused a much greater degree of pain. Karen didn't even flinch. She moaned slightly and let her head fall back a little, but that was all.

"Six Sir and I thank you Sir. Please, please make the next one a little harder."

"I'm surprised that stroke didn't create a much more obvious pain response little one."

"It did a little, but not too much sir. I felt the pain but I also felt a strange kind of pleasure too. I'm not sure at all where the strange feelings of pleasure came from, or what caused them Master. I hope I'm pleasing you Sir." 

"Check your pussy again and see if you are getting even wetter. If you are, then that will definitely please me."

"I am getting wetter Sir. I can tell now," she said as her hand moved toward her labia once again.

She ran her finger through her labia lips and into hot pink and then held it up for me to see once again.

"Your finger is really wet this time cumslut."

"I know Sir. I can feel my juices beginning to flow Sir."

"I am going to give you the remaining four strokes randomly and you are not required to make any responses for any of them. You will remain silent. They will all be a little stronger than this last stroke. While I am giving you these strokes, I am going to be running a finger through your pussy, over your clit, along with several strokes inside of you. You do not have permission to cum. I know you are not even near that point yet, but you will be very soon."

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

All four of the final strokes were exactly the same strength. Each tit received one stroke on each side. I was tempted to give each nipple a swat but Karen wasn't ready for that yet. I had two fingers in her pussy the entire time and was doing my best to stimulate her to the max. I finger fucked her, ran my fingers through her pussy, and then rolled two fingers around on the top of her clit. She moaned with each stroke when it landed and she made a completely different kind of moan as I gave her sopping wet pussy a workout. Her legs were beginning to shake a little, and her head was hanging all the way forward with her chin almost to her chest. She even displayed a few shivers and twitches in her hips and abdomen. She was hot and ready to fly.

"Oh God Sir, I'm going to cum."

"You will not cum. Do you understand?"

"I hear you Sir. Not so sure my body does."

I stopped her pussy workout right then. She gave out a long moan of disappointment. I let her stand there in silence for nearly two minutes without saying a word and absolutely no body contact. 

"You have pleased me greatly little one. Beg me to let you cum."

"Oh please, please, please let me cum Sir. I'm begging you Sir. I will do anything for you Sir."

"You'll do anything for me anyway slut."

"I know Sir. I need to cum so much I thought that it might help saying that. Please let me cum for you while you watch me."

"I am going to let you use your finger on your clit until you cum. And I am going to take several pictures of you during your orgasm. And, when you are cuming at your peak level, I am going to be taking a lot of close-up pictures of your face."

"Oh yes Sir. Take hundreds of pictures if that would please you. May I cum for you now Sir? Please Master."

"You have my permission cumslut," I said as I picked up the camera and began taking a video of her instead of single pictures. This camera made excellent videos. When she was right at the very edge and yelling that she was going to cum, I zoomed in on her gorgeous face, and pulled off the blindfold just before she exploded so beautifully. Karen's eyes were jammed shut as if she had just stepped from total darkness into bright sunlight. And then she suddenly realized that she was facing out that huge window, but that didn't seem to slow her down at all. I heard her mumble: "I hope they are all watching." She actually came twice. Her hips twitch a lot when she cums. And she likes to talk as she cums. 

"My clit is going to explode. It's running up through my body. Here it comes. Yessssssssssssssss. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Are you watching me Sirrrrrrrrrrrrr? I need you to watch me. Please watch me cum Sir."

When she was finished with the second orgasm, Karen came over to me and gave me the most passionate kiss I have received in many years. I told her to sit down next to the window, yoga style, and just stare out over the desert canyon until her body had come back to Earth again.

And that was Karen's very first punishment session, if you want to call it that. The next one wasn't going to be that easy. Each was going to be a little more difficult, but each one was also going to bring a more valuable discovery with it. I haven't told her yet that punishments weren't all going to be like this first one. I will be doing that very soon. She will also need to know that, starting tomorrow, a punishment for disobedience will be just what it is meant to be. There will be no pleasure and no screaming orgasm. Some will only be lessons of reinforcement. Any more punishment sessions like this last one and I might as well throw her obedience lessons out the door. 

(continued in part 1D) 



The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01d



-13-

"Put your hands on the glass and back your feet away from the window like you are being searched by a cop. Keep your feet spread wide apart. You will maintain a steady watch concerning whatever may happen outside. If you see anyone come up to our floor and head in your direction, you may back away from the window. Or you may stay in position if that is your choice. They will likely see you clearly if you remain in position."

"Yes Sir. I will keep a close watch on everything."

Karen walked up to the inside of the window and tentatively put her hands against it at shoulder height. She seemed to know that they were too close together moved them so that each hand was placed about a foot outside of her shoulders. She slowly backed her feet away from the base of the window and then spread them to the same width as her hands. I was sitting of the sofa enjoying the hell out of watching her get into position. And what a gorgeous view it was with the desert hills and canyons off in the distance and this beautiful naked female submissive spread openly directly in front of me. I could see every part of her on open display. If this were after the sun had set and a background light were turned on in the main room, everyone outside would have this same view of Karen from the other side. 

"How do you feel about being on display little one?"

"It's scary Master but it is exciting too."

"What are you going to do if someone does come across the balcony walkway on the way to one of the suites further down? Right now, all they'll be able to see are the palms of your hands against the heavily tinted window unless, of course, they suddenly get curious and decide to walk over to investigate. Then they would be able to see all of you if they got close enough."

"If it is a man, I would be extremely nervous standing here naked and letting him watch me. It if is a woman, I would be extremely excited."

"Why would there be a difference little one?"

"It's not because he would be a man. He would not be a special man. A man I chose to see me naked. I have only been with a woman one time. Even though I knew her, I didn't feel any threat from her at all. I don't ever feel threatened by a woman under any circumstances."

"How would you respond if I told you I wanted another man to see you naked?"

"I would obey your wishes Master but, since this is so new to me, I would be very uncomfortable about doing that."

"OK. We will revise your options. If a man or a couple walk by and pause because of their curiosity about a pair of hands on the window, you can back away immediately or you can choose to remain in place. Should a woman walk by alone and display the same curiosity, you are to remain in place no matter what. If she remains there, even after she realizes that you are naked, I will go outside and introduce myself and ask her if she would like to come in and watch what I am doing with you. How does the thought of that possibility make you feel?"

"My pussy is wet just thinking about it Sir. I'm not a lesbian by any stretch of the imagination but I am a little bi-curious every once in a while."

"I have always enjoyed watching a muff munching session between two females in heat, as long as they were both my slaves. The chances of anybody walking by and seeing you are almost non-existent. But, just in case a woman does come by and show interest, don't you think it might be a good idea to be dressed for the occasion?"

"How do you mean 'dressed' Sir? You keep me naked in here all of the time."

"I'll show you bi-slut. Stand up straight and face the couch at attention while I get you something to wear. Assume #1 with your back to the window and remain that way."

"Yes Sir."

I left her standing there with her back to the window, with orders not to move for any reason, and walked into the bedroom once again. I picked up the fake piercing rings, four of the miniature clothes pins, one set of the adjustable clamps, and the padded wrist and ankle cuffs. I also grabbed the three foot spreader bar and three spring clips from my suitcase. All of this should dress her up really nice. I almost forgot the penis gag and I went back to get that from the supply of goodies. 

When I returned to where Karen was standing at attention and placed everything on the table at the end of the sofa where she could clearly see the items I had brought from the bedroom, I noticed a subtle smile form on her face.

"Now we will properly dress my submissive slave and take lots of pictures too. Do you know what everything there on the table is for my sexy little sub?"

"Everything but those tiny little silver rings Sir. Does that black leather thing with straps and a mini cock sticking out of it go into my mouth Sir?"

"Of course it does. It's called a 'Master's Delight". It not only keeps his slave quiet, it gives her something to keep her occupied at the same time."

"That's terrible Master. Are you insinuating that I talk too much Sir?"

"Not at all little one, but in your case, it's more for decoration. I want you to become accustomed to it because I will use it again as a reminder of who you belong to, who will probably own you very soon, and who has complete control of your existence at the moment. I like to be prepared just in case you do need to be reminded at some point over the next two days."

"I promise you that you won't have to remind me of whom and what I am at any time over the next two days Master."

"I don't know about that for sure. You can be a very sassy, strong minded, rebellious hellion when you feel like it. Then again, I may use it on you just because I feel like seeing you wearing the gag. Now be quiet while I get you dressed. Face the ottoman with the window on your left side."

"Yes Sir."

"Who do those tits belong to?"

"They belong to you Sir."

"Who does this pussy belong to?"

"It belongs to you Sir."

"Who does this ass and asshole belong to?"

"They belong to you Sir."

"Who does the clit belong to?"

"The clit belongs to you Sir."

"Who does your entire body belong to?"

"It belongs totally to you Sir."

"Give me a summary of what belongs to me."

"My tits, my pussy, my ass, my asshole, and my body all belong to you Sir. They are all your personal property Sir. And my clit is your most special personal property."

"Why is your clit so special?"

"My clit is the key that opens everything sexual Sir."

"I have a wonderful surprise for you little one. That idea is going to change immediately. I am the key that opens everything sexual. I am the key that will open your mind so that you can finally realize the freedom of learning the truth and reality of what your sexuality is all about. I don't need your clit to do that. It's handy to have around but you can experience some powerful orgasms by other means slut."

"Yessss, Sir."

"And what can I do with my personal property slave?"

"You can do anything you want Sir."

"Put your hands together behind your back and spread your feet apart so that I have access to my very own personal pussy and clit."

"Yes Master." She moved into that position instantly.

I took the piercing rings out of their clear plastic packages and held them up to her to see. There were five in the palm of my hand.

"These are fake piercing rings. When they are in place, they look like the real thing. You may want to have the real thing someday but, for now, these will do. I'm going to show you how they work by attaching one to your left nipple. They can easily be opened wider apart so that your nipple will fit inside of that small space in the ring. If you'll notice, there is a small round ball on each end of the ring where the space starts. It's there so that the ring, when the ends are positioned on each side of your sensitive bud, won't force itself through the flesh and actually penetrate your nipple. It may feel like it is at first. It will be slightly painful for the first few minutes or so, but that will go away. It will still let you know that it's there though. Are you ready to receive the first ring?"

"Yes I am Sir. If you want it there, then I want it there too."

"I think you are actually becoming a pain slut. Could that be possible?"

"A little pain has never bothered me Sir."

"I don't want you to be bothered by pain. I want you to learn to use pain to make your clit hard and your pussy wet for me."

"I understand Sir."

I forced the ring open just enough to get her entire nipple into the open space and then let it slowly close so that the two ends were dead center and just a little bit behind the tip of her now erect flesh. When it closed back to its original size, Karen sucked air in, held her breath, and squeezed her eyes shut. She began panting a little but that only lasted a short time. After a minute or so, her body began relaxing, her eyes opened, and her breathing went back to normal once again. 

"Look at it and tell me what you think?"

"I think it looks beautiful Sir. I love it. May I touch it Sir?"

"Be my guest."

She lifted her boob up to get a closer look. She used her other hand to lightly pull on the ring to see how firmly implanted it was. She even flipped it up over the end of her nipple so that the ring was on top. She flipped it back down and pulled on it some more and then gave me a huge smile.

"It hurts a little Sir, but it is also turning me on. It looks so sexy. I think my nipple is going to stay hard with that ring attached to it. I can feel little electric shocks of pleasure going into my chest. Thank you Sir. Do real ones feel the same way Sir?"

"Other than the initial piercing, most women who are pierced love having pierced nipples. There are several other ornaments you can use with a complete piercing. Just like in your ear lobes. Dumbbells are very popular. Put your hands back where they belong and I'll do the other nipple."

"Yes Sir." This time she pushed her chest out as far as she could to give me much easier access to her other breast.

The procedure and the affect were identical, as was her response to the initial pain. With both of the nipple rings in place, I told her she could play with them if she wanted to while I got her a glass of wine and myself another Diet Coke. I looked back from the mini-fridge and could see her pulling and flipping and twisting those rings like a kid with a new Christmas present. I hadn't expected that the rings would turn her on this much but I could see that both of her nipples were still fully erect and rock hard with arousal.

When I handed Karen the small glass of white Zinfandel, she emptied it with two gulps and handed it back to me. I placed the empty glass on the table and picked up the remaining three rings that I had laid on the sofa while attaching the first two. These rings were just a bit smaller than the nipple rings. I informed her that one was going to be positioned at the top of each inner labia lip and the third was going to be placed over her clit hood just behind the resting place of her clitoris.

"Are they going to have the same effect as the two on my nipples Sir?"

"I'm not sure about the two on your inner labia, but the one behind your clit is going to have a tremendous effect on your little love nub. You will know it's there whenever you walk or run or rub your thighs together. You are really going to know it's there whenever your clit is being played with or when a cock is in your pussy. You might find yourself turning into a walking state of near orgasm for the next day or two. It can easily be removed if it becomes too much for you to deal with, but we will see about that as we go along. You are going to be doing a lot of walking tomorrow."

"Oh Master. I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight thinking about that."

"By the time this night is over, you will sleep like Rip Van Winkle. Trust me on that."

"It sounds like Master has a lot of confidence in himself."

"Don't be a smart assed slave slut. How would you like being tied to the foot of the bed and spend the night sleeping on the floor like a puppy dog?"

"I wouldn't like that at all Sir. I would much rather sleep next to you."

"We'll take a fifteen minute break before we continue with the other three rings. You can have another small glass of wine if you eat some of the snacks with it. There are a couple of pre-made sandwiches in the fridge. I'm getting a little hungry myself so let's have them as a snack. I'm just going to sit here sipping on my Diet Coke and watch you puttering around naked."

"I like puttering around when you are watching Sir."

"In that case, I'll take some pictures of you puttering. Put on a good show."

And she did.

-14-

"How are the rings on your nipples feeling little one?"

"The pain is gone but there is a steady low level aching that won't go away. My nips are staying constantly aroused. When I touch either one of them, a wave of pleasure flows into by body. They've always been sensitive but this is far beyond that Sir." 

"I'm glad you are taking to them so well. Let's see how well your clit responds to a ring, shall we?"

"It is definitely your clit Sir. It has a mind of its own. That little cum trigger has stayed swelled up just knowing that you are going to put a ring next to it Sir. It is keeping my pussy wet in anticipation. May I ask you a question Master?"

"Sure you can."

"How do you think my clit would react if you put the ring directly on it instead of behind it Sir?"

"It would react the same as if you were rubbing its head with a finger every waking moment of your day little one. Every movement of your body would cause intense direct stimulation, and you would probably begin having sudden, frequent, and unexpected orgasms. Your clit wouldn't give you much warning at all. I'm sure you would enjoy that at first, but it would become more of an ordeal as you went through your day. The juices from your pussy would flow like a river all day long and you might even find yourself unable to control your squirting ability. You would end up smelling like an unwashed street whore after a while. I don't think you would want to deal with that in public for very long. We may even find out while we are here that that super hot clit of yours, excuse me, 'MINE', may over react to the ring being attached just behind it. We may have to place it a little further away from OUR love button if that happens. You will be keeping all the rings I attach to you and you can experiment for yourself, in any manner you may choose, when you have returned home."

"I like the sound of that Sir. Not the 'street whore' part, but the 'experimenting' part. That will be fun."

"I think the wine is making you think too much. Lay down on the edge of the Murphy bed, with your legs hanging over the side and spread wide, and let's put the rest of these rings in place right now slut."

"Master Bill?" May I tell you something?"

"Yes you can. And then you are to remain silent unless I ask for you to respond to me. And there will be no more wine for you until much later in the evening little one." 

"Yes Sir," she said with her head tilted down to the side and her eyes flashing 'pure innocence' looks at me. Karen is exceptionally good at doing that. I often wonder if she practices her 'coy' looks in a mirror. She even sends those looks to me from her IPod camera. 

"All I wanted to tell you Sir is that I get a bunch of little arousal sensations, like sharp prickly electrical shocks, all over my body every time you call me 'slut', 'cumslut', or 'painslut' Sir."

"I'm glad they have such a positive effect on you slut. Maybe I'll add a few more to the repertoire as we go along."

"Would it please Master to also use 'cunt' as my name?"

"That wine has really put your mind into high gear."

"It might have Sir." 

Karen was laying on her back on the Murphy bed now and her legs were spread open far enough for me to sit on the ottoman directly in front of her. I picked up the camera and took a close up picture of her beautifully smooth, hairless cunt with her labia lips opened up naturally, like a fully bloomed flower. She had her ass over the edge just enough to give me easy access in attaching the rings.

I laid the rings on the bed beside her hip and picked up one of the two smaller sized metal circles. I had just made the decision to do her clit last. I told Karen to use her hands to spread her pussy as wide apart as possible. When she had done that, I had no trouble at all opening the tiny ring and sliding it over the flesh of one inner lip near the top where all the folds began joining each other. Karen barely reacted when I released the ring and it embedded itself into its intended soft target. I repeated the same procedure on the upper side of the other inner lip and sat back to make sure that they were evenly in place.

"They look really nice little one. Do you have a mirror in your suitcase or your purse?"

"I have a handheld mirror in my suitcase Sir."

"Don't move."

I stood up and went back to the bedroom to find the mirror. I unzipped the suitcase, opened it up, and found the mirror almost instantly. I also noticed a couple of items she kept in one of the webbed pockets that you always find in suitcases for holding small loose items. Neither of these items would be considered small. One was a full sized soft gel vibrator that was pink and shaped like a fully erect 9" cock. Just out of curiosity, I turned in onto low speed and the top third of this thing started moving around in small circles. After a good chuckle, I returned it to the side pocket and pulled out the other object that had caught my attention. This was a crème colored vibrator about six inches long and an inch wide that came to a smooth rounded point. 

I turned this one on low also and it only vibrated at the very tip of the pointed end. Not wanting Karen to hear my discovery, I put a pillow over it and pushed the switch to the 'high' position. That little sucker started vibrating so fast that it sounded like an angry beehive. I have no idea how technology made this toy possible but I could barely feel the vibrations on the end I was holding at the same time the other end was buzzing at maximum power. I stuck this one in my pocket and returned to where Karen was still lying quietly on the bed and staring at the ceiling.

I sat down on the ottoman again and held the mirror up to Karen's pussy and told her to take a look at her new attachments. She raised herself up on her elbows and looked over the top of her pussy into the mirror. After asking me to move the mirror a little further away, her face broke into a huge happy smile.

"I love it. I love it. I love it, Sir."

"Stand up for a minute and stand in a normal relaxed position."

She stood up immediately while I took a close look at my handiwork. The only thing was that I couldn't see my handiwork at all. When her pussy closed into what I call 'the locked up position', Karen's outer labia completely folded over her inner labia, including the rings.

"Walk around the room a few times and tell me if you can feel the rings at all."

"Yes Master," she said as she began a slow, sexy, hip waving walk around the room. She stopped a few times and squatted almost all the way down to the floor. Karen also ran her hand between her legs several times. She ended her short walk standing directly in front of me once again.

"Spread your legs apart to about shoulder width little one."

When her legs had open up, the rings were still hidden. I started running a finger up and down the length of her slit until the lips began to open up a bit because of the stimulation. When they did that, I could see the rings.

"Stop squirming slut."

'Yes Sir."

"Did you feel the rings when you were walking around the room or squatting in place?"




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01d



"I could but I think that was because of the newness of their grip on me Sir."

"Well...They are meant for decoration only anyway. Maybe we will stop by the 'Toy Store' again and buy some bigger rings that we can attach to your outer lips. Those are much more painful and take longer to get used to because they have to have a much stronger grip on your flesh to remain in place on the outside of your pussy."

"I will wear whatever you want me to wear Sir."

"Get back down on the bed and spread again. It's time for the clit ring."

"Oh yes Master. The anticipation is killing me." Karen was in position and ready to go in less than two seconds.

"Spread your pussy open again slut."

The first thing I did was to push her clit hood back with my thumb and placed the forefinger of my other hand directly on top of her clit. This was after I had Karen suck on it and make it wet with her saliva. Her love nub sometimes has to be coaxed a little to come out of hiding. I needed to see it and feel it to figure out exactly where I wanted to place the ring. It only took a minute to make the decision. I picked up the ring and placed it into position just behind her clitoris and a little less than a half inch down from the top edge of her hood. The skin there is fairly thick and the ring had no trouble embedding itself into the soft sensitive flesh.

Karen's hips jerked a couple of times but she said the pain was minimal considering the location. I told her to breathe deeply and slowly for a few minutes. I grabbed the camera again and took about twenty close-up pictures of her new jewelry from every angle. I even stepped back a few paces and took more pictures from further away.

"Stand up little one and move over to the center of the window. Assume #1 position facing into the room. I want to take some full body pictures with all the rings in place."

"Yes Master."

After only two or three steps, she suddenly stopped in mid-stride and I heard the words: "Oh My God."

"Tell me what is happening to you little one?"

"The pain around my clit is much more than I expected, but I can deal with that. What is blowing my mind is that with each step I take, our clit is sending us a tsunami of sexually charged waves all over my body. I'm not sure how long I can deal with that. It is intense. When our clit swelled with excitement and arousal, it began to feel like it was actually touching the ring. Every step I take moves the ring, which then pushes on our clit and another wave is formed."

"I love the way you are saying 'our clit' cumslut. You can refer to it as your own clit from now on except when I ask you who owns it."

"I think it is adorable referring to it as 'our clit'."

"You're not here to learn 'adorable'. You're here to learn about your long hidden need and desire to experience submission and obedience. Lay back down on the bed and spread your pussy again and I will adjust the location of the ring so that it is a tiny bit further away from 'our' clit. 

Karen's clit must be a lot thicker below the surface that I thought it was. I moved the ring further back on her clit hood, but no more than a quarter of an inch. That seemed to make all the difference in the world. She got up off the bed and walked steadily over to the window and got into the position I had ordered a few minutes earlier.

"Oh thank you Master. That is sooooo much better. I still get a small twinge of electric arousal emanating into my pussy every few steps but it is not as overwhelmingly intense as it was before. As a matter of fact, it is a wonderfully arousing and gentle sensation that is not enough to suddenly put me at an orgasmic level, or even get me up to an orgasmic level. The pain and the pleasure are mixed together in a way I have never experienced in my life."

"That's the way it should be slut. Now hold perfectly still while I take the pictures I want for my collection."

"Yes Master. Are they not for our collection?"

"They are for my collection. You can look at the collection."

I took pictures from every angle, which included everything from close up to full body shots. I even had her spread her pussy again so I could include the smaller labia rings in the pictures as well. Karen made an excellent model on display. Every part of her was very well displayed.

"It's time to finish dressing you up as a proper submissive slave cumslut. Stand at attention with your feet spread apart in a wider stance."

"Yes Sir."

I stood there and looked at her for a minute. Karen's body was much more relaxed than it had been up to this point. Her self confidence appeared to be stronger in the way she moved and spoke. She was also showing herself to be a very determined woman on a quest. Her acceptance of having to obey commands was becoming much more natural and automatic. 

"Hold your left arm out to me."

"Yes Master."

The arm came out without hesitation. I attached a wrist cuff and pulled the locking straps tight enough to allow me to restrain her arms above her head, but not tight enough to interfere with circulation.

"Give me your right arm." I repeated the process with another cuff.

"Put your right foot on the edge of the ottoman."

"Yes Master."

I attached another cuff to her ankle. I also did the same with her left ankle.

"Now you are beginning to look like a properly dressed submissive slave. Stick your tits out proudly."

I attached two small adjustable clamps connected by the lightweight silver chain to each nipple at the very base of each still erect fleshy icon of womanhood. They were padded clamps but could still be adjusted extremely tight. I experimented a few times before the clamps were adjusted to the tightness that I felt sure would hold her nipples securely. I located the four miniature clothespins on the table and put them on the sofa cushion next to me.

"Push your pussy out towards me slut."

"Yes Sir."

She responded to my command without a thought or hesitation. She was getting further into her role at a very rapid rate. Using my thumb and forefinger, I pulled open one of her outer labia lips. I attached two mini clothespins on both sides of center. They have a pretty strong grip to them and Karen's facial expressions told me exactly just how strong. Still without a word from her, I attached the remaining two on her other outer lip except that I put each of these on opposing ends. When I released her labia, her cunt went back into a nearly closed position with the other lip. All four mini-clothespins fit together perfectly without any one of them touching any of the others. 

"I want you to squat and stand up at least five times and then walk around the room for a few minutes in total silence. Then return to the exact position you are in now, where you are now.

"Yes Sir." 

While she was doing that, I went back to the bedroom and pulled two thin linked chains, each about six inches long with a tiny clip on one end similar to the ones found on a very thin chained necklace. When I returned to the main room, Karen was back in position. She even had her hips pushed out to make her pussy more accessible.

I sat on the ottoman again and asked her to spread herself open without knocking one of the clothespins off. This gave me access to the two small rings on her inner labia. I'm not all that good at clipping a necklace together and now I was faced with clipping one of the tiny chains to each of the small rings inside of her pussy. I managed to get both chains clipped on after a frustrating number of attempts. I then told her to get back into #1 position.

"What I've just done, little one, is clip two tiny chains onto your two inner rings. I'll take a picture in a minute so you can see for yourself what the effect is by doing this. Your pussy is closed and in its natural state, looking more beautiful than ever, with two loose chains appearing between your lips from just above your vaginal entrance and hanging down another 3-4 inches. I will remove the mini-clips shortly as I only put them on to let you get familiar with them. What you will have remaining for display will be the large clit ring and the two chains that will flop around in all directions whenever you are walking. They won't stimulate you directly. They are only meant to arouse your sensitivity. They will make these tiny, almost unnoticeable flickering contacts with your thighs and pussy. They are almost unnoticeable....but not quite. These tiny flickering sensations will occur whenever you are in motion. Since you are forbidden to wear panties, they will have total freedom of movement. They are there for only one purpose. Every time you feel the ends of these tiny chains make contact with your body, you will be reminded of the fact that your pussy belongs only to me for the entire three days."

"Yes Master. May I tell you how well the chains are doing their job latter on in the evening?"

"You certainly may little one. Now, let's get the four mini-clothespins removed."

Each time I removed one of the mini clamps, Karen sucked in her breath as the blood flowed back into that area. I was worried that they would be too much for her because the springs were very strong and the pain they create can easily match that strength. Though they weren't on very long, Karen took to them better than I had expected. We may be using them at a later time, and maybe in a slightly larger number. Karen picked these out herself so we will give it a try. 

After each mini was removed, I rubbed and squeezed the immediate area vigorously until the color had returned. The marks of the mini clamps left indentations that remained for several minutes before the skin was smooth once again. I picked up the camera and took a few more close-ups of Karen's pussy with the chains hanging down and showed them to her.

"They are beautiful Master. I've never had a decorated pussy until now."

"I only have a couple more additions to complete your new outfit."

I told Karen to put both hands behind her back and I used a double ended spring clip to secure her wrists together. This was a unique moment for her as I had taken away her freedom of arm and hand movement and she was experiencing near total helplessness and vulnerability for the very first time. That is usually a very powerful emotional moment for a woman. Karen suddenly realized that she had just had the last of her own personal control taken away from her. She immediately began testing her wrist restraints to see if she could free herself. I waited for a few minutes, while she squirmed and twisted and pulled and finally realized that she wasn't going to get out of having her hands locked together behind her back.

"What is going through your mind right now, little one?" "I'm thinking that I'm completely vulnerable right now and that was pretty scary at first. I feel totally helpless. I'm getting past that because I'm with you, Sir, and I trust you with me."

"I'm going to make you even more vulnerable and helpless in the next few minutes. Is your trust strong and deep enough to deal with that? If not, we will go no further until it is strong enough."

"I can't very well explore the unknown without expecting reactions of fear and uncertainty on occasion. My mind was reacting to something that I have never experienced before. There never has, nor will there ever be, any question of my total and absolute trust in you Sir. I am yours to use in any way you may choose. I will perform and participate as you command with total obedience Master."

"You are an amazing beginner little one. I have never encountered anyone as determined and as committed as you have demonstrated on your very first day. You are going to experience a great deal of physical restraint for a good part of the day tomorrow. You know from our many conversations on the subject that one of my most favorite expressions or all is: 'Let's go out into the woods and play.' That's where we are going to spend most of your second day after breakfast in town. You won't always be in the woods, but you will be in the great outdoors since we will be exploring the Merry-Go-Round and some of the nearby areas further up into the canyons that are fairly thick with trees."

"That sounds awfully exciting Sir. I can hardly wait. I have been dreaming about us being together at that special spot where we first communicated so many years ago."

"I have too little one. And, while we are at that special spot, we will be together as equals. Not as Dom and sub. Not as Master/slave. We will be just two special people at a very special spot. Maybe the 'Spirit Gods' will talk to us again."

"Oh, I know they will Sir."

"I have more for you to deal with now so let's concentrate more on your personal self-awareness growth."

"Yes Master"

I had seen Karen glance at the penis gag several times. I picked it up and stood in front of her, holding it up for her to look at. I told her to hold her mouth wide open, and she did without hesitation. Most women don't take to gags very well, but at least she was willing to try it out. The part that inserted into her mouth was an inch and a half thick, two inches long, and had an end that was shaped exactly like the head of an erect cock. I slowly inserted it into her mouth and gently held it in place to see how she reacted to its presence. She didn't cough or gag at all. I asked her if she was OK with it and she nodded her head rapidly up and down with her eyes looking straight onto mine. I told her to hold it in place with her lips and moved behind her. I pulled the straps back around her head and slipped one end through the buckle on the other strap. I pulled it tight and waited for any negative reaction. There wasn't any so I pulled it one notch tighter and engaged the buckle to hold it in place.

I rubbed her neck and shoulders for a minute and even reached around her and bounced her tits in my hands several times. That brought out a moan of pleasure from deep inside.

Back in front of her again, told her that I had one last item to finish dressing her properly. I lifted up the blindfold and slowly put it over her eyes. She was now in complete darkness and restrained, with the exception of her legs and feet. She was rendered silent by the gag. She was totally naked and still standing in front of the huge window. She was 2000 miles from home and totally dependent on me to keep her safe. Karen was only a little more than halfway through her first day, and she was already demonstrating her increasing need to pursuit her 'Search and Discovery' mission. I gently backed her up until she was touching the window and told her to remain still. I began taking more pictures of her. She knew I was doing that because she could hear the now very familiar clicking each time the shutter released. I took hundreds of pictures from every distance and angle possible in the front room of the suite. I even got down on the floor and took pictures looking up at her. Karen stood proud and always kept her chest pushed out and her hips arched just enough to keep her pussy on open display.

"Always remember, little one, that you are never, for any reason possible, to allow yourself to be placed in this position unless it is with me or someone you trust as much as you trust me. Swear to me by nodding your head that you will honor what I have just told you for the rest of your natural life."

Karen nodded in a way that I knew was meant to tell me that that was an absolute.

-15-

I left her standing there in silence while I sat in the arm chair and enjoyed watching her with love in my heart. I kept her there for over 15 minutes and she didn't once make a move or a sound. I felt extremely lucky to have been given the opportunity of having Karen here with me.

"What are you thinking little one? Never mind that question. You couldn't tell me if you wanted to with that gag in your mouth. Nod your head if you are a happy sub."

She nodded vigorously.

"Stand on your toes if you would like to suck a cock."

She rose right up on her toes several times.

"Shake your tits if you want to be fucked in your pussy and your ass."

Karen bounced those gorgeous tits up and down, back and forth, and even tried to get them to go in circles. The nipple clamps were bouncing with them.

"Bend over and show me your bouncing ass if you would like me to insert the glass dildo into your asshole again."

Karen bent over cautiously because of her wrists being cuffed together. Her balance was off slightly and didn't want to land face first on the floor. I was ready to prevent her from falling but she didn't know that at all since she was blindfolded.

"Is there anything you won't do for me?"

Her head moved vigorously back and forth in a 'no' response.

Is there something very special you would like to do for me that you have never done before?"

Karen's head nodded up and down in response to that question.

"Are you my very own personal submissive slave? If you are then I want you to squat down slowly and get on your knees and bend forward until your forehead only is touching the ground." Very slowly she lowered herself down to the floor without any help despite the difficulty of restricted balance. She managed to get onto her knees and, almost in a bowing motion, leaned forward and lowered her head to the thick carpeting on the floor. She could have lowered herself all the way down but she spread her knees a little wider apart for balance and kept her ass up in the sir. Once in this position, she remained completely still 

Karen was keeping her promise of total submission to me but, more importantly, she was keeping the promise that she had made to herself. She had accomplished more in less than a single day then many women accomplished in months of hard core training. Having known each other for over a decade was probably the most important reason. I know her attitude and determination ran a close second. Of that, I have no doubt. She had discovered her own curiosity about what it would be like to allow another person to have complete control of what only she had ever controlled. As I said earlier, once Karen locked her sights onto accomplishing something, she would not allow anything less than total success to be the end result. I had not anticipated the extremely energetic participation and performance she had provided so far today. She has always been full of surprises, but this has definitely been a big one. 

We have often discussed my lifestyle in recent years. She wanted me to send her every story I wrote. Ninety percent of them are about real life experiences that I have enjoyed. Karen was always asking for more. She sent me a provocative picture of herself driving her car not too long ago. Just to tease her, I sent a text requesting a picture of her tits. Within minutes, I had a picture of her tits. She actually sent several others of her playing with her nipples. As I left the office to head home for the day, I sent her a text asking her if she would do anything I asked. She sent a text back saying she would. She always got pretty frisky when she had a glass or two of wine so I figured that this was one of those occasions. I didn't ask this time. I told her to send me a picture of her masturbating. I live five minutes from work. When I got home, I had a picture of her beautiful hairless pussy.

Not long after the 'Day of the Pictures', I told her that I was almost finished with another story about a girl named Sarah that I had met in college years earlier. The exact words Karen sent back to me were: "I would like to read the story if you will allow me.....Please." This was the exact moment that I decided to create a real life D/s adventure with Karen and myself as the main characters. I brought this up with her and she was very receptive to the idea. When I suggested that we meet in Sedona, which is where our relationship really started, and write about some of our adventures together as they happened, I think it surprised the Hell out of her and got her really excited and horny at the same time. That was when this adventure of discovery began to take form. 




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01d



The sun was going to set fairly soon so it was time to administer the second punishment. I retrieved the three foot spreader bar and another snap clip from my suitcase and walked over to stand next to Karen. No words were spoken by me at all. I unclipped her wrist cuffs to free her hands. I could distinctly hear her take a deep breath after I did this. I turned her around so that she was facing the outdoor panorama and put both of her open hands against the window. I tapped on the inside of her wrists until she got the idea that I wanted her to move them in the opposite direction from the side I was tapping. When they were wide enough apart, I knelt down on the floor behind her. First I tapped more forcefully on the front of her shins to indicate that I wanted her to move her feet to the rear. She moved them tentatively as she was leaning against the glass with only her hands keeping her balanced. After several repeats of this on both of her shins, I finally got her to move her feet back to where I wanted them. They were about three feet from the window which had her leaning most of her weight on her hands. When I began tapping on the inside of each ankle, she would move that foot further out a couple of inches. I tapped a lot harder the next round and she moved her feet significantly further apart. Eventually we got them to the point where there was about three feet of open space separating one foot from the other.

This is when I clipped the loops at the ends of the spreader bar to the rings on her ankle cuffs in quick succession. Her response to this restraint was almost non-existent. I had almost expected her to test out the situation like she had when I first attached her wrist cuffs together. I took about twenty more pictures of her in this position with the addition of the spreader bar. I also removed the penis gag.

"Thank you Master. I'm not used to having a cock in my mouth that is not moving and made of plastic or rubber."

"You love sucking cock don't you?"

"I sure do Sir. I can do that for hours and hours."

"Do you like sperm shooting into your mouth and throat just as much?"

"I love that even more Sir. If it would please you, I hope that you choose to cum in my mouth every time you shoot your load Sir. And that includes any hole you happen to be fucking me in at the time, Sir."

"The next time I cum, I want you to hold it in your mouth for at least ten minutes before swallowing it all."

"I will do that gladly Sir. I'll do it even longer if you wish."

"Since we are running out of time with the sun, I'm going to use the large paddle on your ass and thighs. I will choose the strength of impact for the ten strokes and you will remain silent. You will find that I often change intended or planned scenarios as the need may arise at the last minute my little cumslut. Available time has turned this into one of those occasions"

"Yes Sir. Do what you want with me Sir."

I picked up the thick wood paddle, which must be used carefully and cautiously as it can easily cause excruciating pain if not used properly. In rapid succession, I put one stroke on the top of each thigh just under the crease of her butt cheeks. They weren't soft strokes and they weren't hard ones either. They were strong enough to make a very distinct 'whack' sound with each contact and to cause her skin to turn slightly red in color. I ran a hand very softly over each area where the paddle had made contact for a few seconds. I could feel her skin surface turning warm from the flow of blood to the impact area. Two more to the inside of each thigh just below her pussy and I repeated the hand massage on each spot once again. 

The remaining six strokes were going to be divided between each cheek. Before I started that phase of the punishment though, I ran a finger up and down the crack of her cunt until her lips opened enough to allow me to enter the 'inner pink'. I moved my finger just up to her clit without actually touching it, and then back down over her vaginal opening and ending at her ass hole. I moved my finger very slowly but steadily for at least ten round trips. Each trip up and back inside of her labia found my finger encountering a greater and greater amount of creamy wetness and, by the time I had finished, I had thoroughly coated her wrinkled brown eye with shiny fluids.

Each stroke on her ass cheeks was just a little bit stronger than the strokes that I had used on her thighs. Karen was very aware that the sound of the 'whacks' on each impact was now slightly louder and I could see her cheeks turning a much deeper red. She held her position as she knew she should. After each of these strokes, I massaged the cheek that had received the stroke. I also used the tip of an index finger to caress her anal opening and, on the last two strokes, even treated her to a little finger penetration into her rectum. As of yet, Karen had not uttered a sound in reaction to the pain of the paddle strokes. My intent was to keep the pain at a mild level. The two times I penetrated her sphincter was an entirely different story. Every time my finger slipped past her cute little brown eye opening, I could hear the deep moans of pure sexual arousal. Karen did everything she could to keep silent. Her efforts were not always successful.

The last two strokes were going to be the hardest, but nothing over the edge of course. They would still be less than the medium level but strong enough that she would not forget them for a long time. Karen's reward for enduring this session so well came with the insertion of my thumb all the way into her vagina and a couple of my fingers on her clit. She certainly wasn't expecting my thumb making its unannounced entrance into her pussy and she initially responded by pushing her hips further forward than she had when the paddle had made contact. When she realized what it was that was inside of her, she immediately responded by pushing her hips back onto my thrusting thumb.

"Oh God, that feels so good Master." That normally would bring a couple of extra strokes for breaking her silence. Since this was her first day, I didn't have any second thoughts about overlooking that minor infraction of the rules.

My thumb was pumping in and out of her super slick vagina at a rapid rate and my fingers were doing a number on her clit when the fist stroke landed dead center in the middle of her left cheek. She jumped from the paddle impact and she pushed her ass toward me to help me get my thumb further into her cunt hole at the same time. She groaned loudly at the pain and moaned even louder from the thumb fucking and the clit workout. I changed hands with hardly a miss in the pumping motion and the clit tweaking. I needed my other hand to apply the last stroke to her right cheek. It was an exact repeat of the previous stroke. 

Both of her ass cheeks were now as red as tomatoes. I put the paddle down and used that hand to give each cheek a deep massage while still maintaining the clit action and the thumb fucking long after the final stroke. The butt massage turned into a thumb inside of her ass pumping as fast as the one in her vagina. 

"Please Sir. I am so close to cuming. May I please cum now, Master?"

"No you may not cumslut."

I reached up and pulled off her blindfold. I have no doubt that she had long ago forgotten exactly where she was positioned. As the blindfold came off, all she could see was the outdoors and her entire body completely froze. I said absolutely nothing and let her sort it out in her mind all by herself. When her body suddenly relaxed and I heard her take several deep breaths and let them out slowly, I continued with the ass and pussy thumb fucking and the clit teasing.

"Do you see that the sun has just touched the top of the canyon wall?"

"Yes Sir. I do."

"When that sun is halfway down behind the canyon, you can cum. And you can keep cuming until the sun has set. There aren't any lights on in here so no one will be able to see you. You are still required to ask for permission of course. And you will also ask for permission for each cum after the first one. To stop, all you have to do is to tell me that you can't, or don't want to cum anymore.

"Yes Master. I don't know if I can hold out until the sun is halfway down. You've got both of my holes at the edge and my clit is about ready to explode. And I mean really explode Sir."

"I don't care how close you are to cuming slut. Control yourself! Control your clit! Control your cunt and asshole! You are not allowed to cum........PERIOD!!!!"

"I will try Master. Oh God, it is soooo close. I've never felt anything so powerful in my life compared to what I'm feeling inside of my entire body."

"The sun is almost to the halfway point cumslut. You're just a slut and a whore aren't you? All you want to do is cum. Control it slut. The price of failure will be a cancellation of your pussy training tonight and your trip into town. You will receive an entire night of severe punishment if you fail me whore. Are you in control of your orgasm slut?"

"Yes Sir. I am so far Sir. I'm so afraid I will disappoint you Sir."

"You won't disappoint me cumslut. The sun is halfway down now."

"Please Sir. May I cum now? I have to cum. Please say yes Master."

"Yes."

Two seconds later, Karen's entire body began shaking like an 8.5 earthquake. My hand under her pussy was washed in her juices. The fluids were flowing down her thighs. The moaning got louder and deeper. Then I watched her stand up on her toes with her legs shaking so hard I was amazed that she could still stand. Then she froze like a statue. In about ten seconds, her hips started pushing back and forth as if she were fucking my thumbs. Her body began jerking at the same time and I felt her clit swell up so much that I could hold it between two fingers and squeeze it with them. Then the vocals began. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Master. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yes. Yes. Oh my Gooooooooooddddd. I'm cummmmmmmmmming Sir. It's almost here Master. Oh God, it's here. Yyyyyyyeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssss. She dropped to her knees while still keeping her balance with her hands on the window. There could have been 100 people outside watching her cum and she wouldn't have cared in the least. She went into a world of exploding oblivion. I still had my thumbs going in and out of her two holes but I couldn't keep my fingers on her clit when she knelt down. Her ass was pumping at high speed. Her entire body was literally covered in sweat and cum juices. The carpet under her pussy was turning a darker color as the creamy fluids dripped on it. One last monumental body jerk and several rapid fire twitches later, Karen just slowly lowered herself to the floor. Because of the spreader bar, she had to roll onto her back. 

"Please stop Master. I couldn't handle another orgasm. I couldn't survive another orgasm. Thank you Master. Thank you so much. I love you so much. You are my Master. I need to please you and make you happy."

There were tears flowing from her eyes as she closed them and just turned off the world for a short time. My thumbs had come out of her pussy and asshole when she went down all the way onto the floor. I un-clipped the spreader bar. While her legs were still open and wide apart, I leaned down and kissed her clit. I pulled a blanket off the Murphy bed and grabbed one of the pillows. I put the pillow under her head and kissed her mouth, each nipple, and her clit once again before putting the blanket over her. She ended up staying like that for over a half hour before her eyes began to open and another half hour went by before she even tried sitting up. 

"How could an orgasm like that actually exist inside of me without my knowledge Sir?"

"I don't have an answer for that little one. I knew it was there and that's the important thing. And there are many more. You have some even stronger that that last one if you can believe that. Today, you have made so many discoveries about yourself and we will talk about them in detail tomorrow. You will also have a lot more to discover tomorrow. It's going to be a big day for you little one. But first, we have to finish tonight."

There was still enough light from the desert even though the sun had gone down behind the canyon wall directly in front of us. It actually created a very romantic glow inside our suite.



The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01e



We ate some blueberry muffins with butter. Karen had another glass of wine. I had another Diet Coke. She had moved from the floor to the Murphy bed while I heated up the muffins in the microwave. The Murphy bed was not in direct view from the window. Karen was naked as required. Her sexual scent filled the suite. No two women on the planet had the same scent of arousal. Karen's scent was pure excitement. I loved it and my dick responded to it like a trained puppy. Sit. Stand. Roll over. Guys know what I mean. I asked her to turn on the very small desk lamp next to the Murphy bed, which also created its own romantic little glow in that corner of the room. The light I had turned on while preparing the warm muffins in the mini-kitchen was significantly brighter. 

"Because of the time and how perfect you have been today, I'm going to forego the third punishment. That will never happen again. If and when you don't obey for any reason, you will be punished accordingly. There will never be an acceptable excuse for disobedience by a submissive. Now tell me what I have just told you."

"Sir, I will never intentionally disobey any order or command you give me at any time. Should I recognize that I have failed you in that respect, even if you are not present at the time, I will request punishment from you for my disobedience or failure to perform properly."

"The concept of submission seems to have come very quickly and quite easily for you my little cumslut."

"Not really Sir. I have listened intently to you for several years. I have read your stories over and over. I have never told you this but I have even practiced being obedient. On several occasions, I have pretended that you were standing there next to me, telling me to perform a scenario that I would never do on my own. I created some scenarios that, if I had been caught, would have caused me extreme humiliation and embarrassment. I made a promise to myself one time, that even if my mother walked in on me in the middle of my scene, I would not stop until I had finished the entire performance. I was never interrupted and I was never caught, though I had several very close calls, so I never knew for sure if that promise to complete the performance, no matter what, was actually truthful. I like to think it was. I have gained a lot of intellectual experience because of our conversations and your stories. Today is the very first time in the real world for me and I am totally committed to learning obedience and discovering submission from you Sir."

"You have no idea just how much I appreciate and respect your amazing participation and performance today. But you will very soon."

"Thank you Master."

"Right now, I want you to walk the full length of the window on the way to the bedroom. With the lights on, anybody who happens to be outside and looking our way will be treated to a full view of your entirely naked body with the wrist and ankle cuffs on but you will never know if someone was actually out there to see you. Do it now."

"Yes Sir."

Karen walked the length of that window with pride and pure courage. I actually think that she was hoping there was someone outside somewhere watching her. Or even more than one person. I am going to ask her about that the next time we have a casual conversation.

I followed her into the bedroom and told her to lay face up directly in the center of the queen sized bed. I pulled two folded blankets out of the closet and put them under her ass. I added two folded pillows directly under the upper part of her butt cheeks. This accomplished exactly the affect I wanted. Karen's hips were raised nearly a foot above the rest of her body. I took each of the four nylon ropes that she had purchased from her two young fumbling friends at the 'Toy Store' counter and tied one end to the D-ring on each of her wrist and ankle cuffs. I tied her arms above her head, each one to a corner post on the bed frame. I repeated the same procedure with her feet and she was quickly secured, spread eagled, barely able to move any part of her body. Her pussy was high in the air, spread wide open, and completely accessible to me. What a beautiful display she made.

"What do the words 'helpless and vulnerable' mean to you now little one?"

"They are the sexiest words in the world right now. This is really turning me on Master. What are you going to do with me if I may ask?"

"I told you earlier that I was going to teach you to cum through pain only. I am going to attempt to teach you how to convert any degree of pain to an equal level of arousal and stimulation. In this case, it will be on a more casual level as opposed to a severe application. Do you remember my telling you that we would by trying this sometime today cumslut?"

"Yes Master. I do remember. I'm a little frightened right now sir."

"That will go away very quickly. I'm going to move the chair in the corner over here, so that I can sit at the end of the bed directly in front of your raised and exposed cunt. I will be using the paddle with the with long, thin, flexible, soft rubber end. Every stroke will land on or next to your pussy. And I mean every single square inch of your pussy. Once I start, the strokes will come one after the other until you cum. They will not be a rapid fire type of stroking. It will be like you tapping your finger on a table top. There will be no pauses or breaks. The soft rubber will make contact with your pussy every second or so until an orgasm is created. The only thing that will change is the strength of each impact. Some will be lighter than others and some will be a little sharper. None will be overly strong or seriously painful. It may take 200 strokes or it may take a 1000 strokes. Neither of us can know for sure. I will not stop until you cum, unless I should determine that you won't be able to cum. I do not want you to worry about not cuming at all. I don't want that thought even entering your head. This is your first attempt at converting pain to clit exploding orgasm. Most submissives don't succeed until after many attempts at learning exactly how to make that happen. And therein lays the secret little one. You won't orgasm either until you actually let it happen. You are not to think about what is happening to you. I want you to feel it happening. You will learn that you must not focus on each impact of the thin rubber on your pussy. You must learn to focus on the responses that your clit, pussy, and vagina are creating and experiencing with each impact. You will have the choice of feeling the pain or feeling the responses. Eventually, you will learn to feel both at the same time. That's when you will experience an orgasm even more powerful than the one that just consumed your entire body and mind in the other room. I will frequently coach you but you may only speak when I ask you a question. Otherwise, you are to stay silent. You will keep your body as still as possible. Any time I see you veering off course, I will give your clit a very special whack to remind you of what you are supposed to be concentrating on at that moment. Are you ready slut?"

"Yes Master. I think so."

"Are you excited?"

"Yes Sir. And I'm scared to."

"Do you want to stop and make this attempt at another time?"

"I will answer that question with an absolute 'I DO NOT' Sir."

"I love you babe."

"I love you too Master."

"You can still say no if you want."

"I trust you and you say it could be nuclear orgasmic. I want to try because you want me to try. I will always cum for you whenever you wish me to Sir. We will make it good as a team Sir."

"Yes we will cumslut."

The only chair in the room was now placed at the bottom of the bed, directly in the center, and straight in front of Karen's wide open cunt. I sat in the chair after picking up the soft paddle and two very small vibrating eggs from my suitcase. These were special eggs. There was only one adjustment control but you could control each egg separately. They were also very special eggs. They had a very super low setting and an extremely high setting that aren't available with most eggs. I moved up onto the bed and held both eggs over her mouth. She lifted her head to suck each one in one at a time. She coated each with a thick layer of saliva. I sat back down on the chair, leaned forward, and inserted one deep into her vagina and the other deep into her rectum. They would both be of great assistance if Karen reacts positively to this pain/arousal lesson. I laid the remote on the mattress beneath her ass for the time being.

I picked up the long handled paddle and placed the rubber end over the very center of her anxious pussy and just gently moved in all over the surface of that area in slow up and down motions. I even leaned way forward and teased her tits and nipples by running the rubber over both of them for a few minutes. The strong sexual scent of anticipation rose up to my nose and I inhaled slowly and deeply. The female scent of arousal is always enjoyed but Karen's special scent is intoxicating beyond belief. It is almost hypnotizing. 

"I want you to close your eyes and think only about your clit. Each time the paddle taps on your body, you concentrate on how your clit is responding. Don't think about where the paddle tip has made contact and do not think about whether it did or did not cause pain. Think only of your clit and its response. Can you do that for me little one?"

"I'll try my best Sir. I know you are not going to hurt me but I am still feeling fear anyway. Part of me is asking me why I am doing this and part of me is answering 'I want to because Master wants me to'. And the truth is that I want to also. It is very confusing at the moment."

"The ultimate goal is orgasm. The emotional goal is your realizing the power your mind has in controlling your physical and sexual responses. I want you to learn that you can turn any physical reaction into sexual arousal and pleasure. You've already shown me that you do have that ability but you don't know how to use it to your advantage because you aren't aware yet that you actually can do that."

That statement didn't require a response and Karen remained silent. I settled into the chair, leaned forward onto the end of the bed so that I could maintain a very close watch. I began tapping the rubber end of the paddle on her outer labia. Not hard at all. I switched sides without a pause after every three or four strokes. 

"What is your clit doing right now cumslut?"

"It's stirring around a little from the humiliation of my being tied so openly in this position, with my hips so high of off the bed, and having my pussy paddled Sir."

I increased the strength of the tapping strokes just enough to slightly increase the sound of the rubber strip landing on her labia. I varied the combinations from one on each side to up to ten in a row on each side so that Karen couldn't anticipate a particular pattern of strokes. It wasn't long before I was passing 100 and both of her outer labia were starting to swell with sexual excitement and her cunt was opening up as a result. Both lips were well on their way to a rosy red color. Her entire pussy and the surrounding area would achieve a deep dark tomato red before this lesson was over. 

"What were you thinking about the last time you masturbated at home before flying here to meet me at Flagstaff?"

"That's an easy question Sir. I was thinking about sucking your cock and tasting your thick delicious cum."

"What is your clit doing now?"

"It is responding a little because I was telling you about sucking your cock Sir."

At this point, I decided that it was time to begin a regular pattern of strokes. I increased the strength of the impact up another notch. Each swollen labia received six strokes. After the six strokes to each side, I added in an impact directly on top of her clit area without any advanced warning. Karen sucked in a large lungful of air and her hips tried to jerk downward into the folded pillows and blankets underneath her ass without much success. Not a word or a moan came out of her mouth. 

I kept up this pattern for several more rounds until her hips stopped jerking each time the rubber landed on top of her clit hood.

"What turns you on the most when you are sucking a cock?"

"I get so hot just knowing that I am the cock's only source of pleasure at that moment. I can make the cock get really hard and I can let it get semi-soft. I can lick it or suck it or use my hand and just watch all the different reactions and responses that a cock can experience because of my ability and expertise. I can lick and suck the balls and lick behind the balls all the way to the asshole without touching the shaft at all and watch how it reacts to my technique. I love to tease it and watch it jerk and bounce around. I love to just hold it and play with it and watch the little drops of pre-cum slowly seeping out of its little hole. And when I finally make it cum, I feel such wonderful satisfaction and accomplishment feeling the shaft become super hard and seeing the change of color. I love feeling the testicles contract, seeing the hips starting thrust, and hearing the moans of orgasm approaching. My sense of pride and accomplishment reaches a tremendous peak when I first see the white creamy wads of cum shoot out of the hole into the air, into my mouth, onto my face, onto my tits, or anywhere else I aim that deeply red rock hard shaft. I am proud because I did it. I created that orgasm all by myself." 

I am still applying the strokes to her pussy whenever I ask a question, and while she is answering them. There is no slowdown or pause at any time.

"What is your clit doing now?"

"My clit is starting to stir up even more Sir. That is definitely because I was clearly picturing in my mind exactly what I was describing to you about why I love sucking a cock so much."

"What is your cunt doing now?"

"My cunt, Sir, and the entire area around it, is becoming extremely heated up. Every stroke you land on my cunt sends a shot of pain into my body. The pain is not what I expected Master. It is almost a good kind of pain. That's the only way I can describe it. It is very strange Sir, but I am beginning to like it just a little. When the tip of the paddle lands on my labia, a lot of different sensations are now shooting out into my thighs, my stomach, and my chest. I'm trying my best to only think about my clit but I can't help reacting to the impacts on my pussy. When the rubber tip of the paddle lands directly on my clit, especially the last three or four times, it actually felt good Sir."

It was time to change tactics again. I began tapping the rubber tip only on her clit. I didn't increase the strength of the strokes at all. I kept it steady at one stroke per second. I did this about 30 times in total silence and began to notice that Karen was starting to push her hips upward after each contact, instead of trying to push her ass into the pillows in an attempt to lighten the impact every time. Her entire pussy was very red and puffy from the heat of the increased blood into that very special area of sexually sensitive flesh. 

I changed the stroke pattern again. Karen was now receiving 10 regular strength impacts on her clit followed by one much sharper stroke. My very special newbie sub moaned noticeably after each of the harder strokes but she still pushed her hips upward in response to the increased pain. Karen was moving slowly, but steadily, in the upward direction that I had been hoping she would be successful at achieving, both emotionally and sexually. 

"What is the most dangerous exhibition scenario you have ever performed?"

Karen didn't answer that question immediately because she was thinking of which incident to tell me about. She engages in her love of exhibitionism fairly often because the possibility of being caught really gets her juices flowing. Most are fairly simple acts like masturbating while driving or exposing her tits, but not limited to those two activities in the least.

My response to her 'thinking pause' was a fairly hard whack of the rubber along the entire length of her crack. Her body jerked hard in reaction to that stroke. She groaned loudly. I looked up over the top of her mound so that I can see the expression on her face, just as a couple of tears formed in the corner of her eyes. 

"Do not think cumslut. You will respond instantly to my voice commands and you will concentrate on your clit. I want you to do nothing more and nothing less."

"Yes Master," she yelled out very loudly, "I once drove about 20 miles out into the countryside in the early evening, pulled the car off to the side of the road, (verbalizing a louder 'uuuuuhhhhh' as another stroke impacted her clit), turned onto a tiny little dirt driveway and stripped naked. I got out of the car, removed everything I was wearing and put all of my clothes in the trunk ('Oh, Goddddd'). I got back onto the main road once again and drove around for nearly an hour and masturbated so much that I literally soaked my car seat. I had at least three medium orgasms during that hour Sir ('Oh, geeeeeeze'). That drive was probably the most sexually exciting experience I have ever had by myself Sir. I've never tried it again because I was way too afraid of pushing my luck. The sexual turn-on of knowing that I couldn't get to my clothes ('ahhhhhhhhhh') if something happened that I wasn't expecting was pure mind blowing Sir."

Each one of those interruptions while answering my question was her response to the paddle making one of its stronger impacts on her clit hood. I now applied ten stronger impacts in a row to her clit and she let out one long single moan that lasted through the entire ten strokes.

"Are you feeling humiliation right now slut?"

"Yes Sir. I sure am."

"Do you enjoy the feeling of humiliation slut?"

"Yes Sir. I enjoy being humiliated."

"Do you want more or would you like me to stop?"

"Oh Master. Please, please, don't stop." 

"Are you a slut whore?"

"Yes Sir."

"Yes Sir you are a what?"

"Yes Sir I am a slut whore."

"What else are you slut whore?"

"I'm a cock sucking, cum drinking painslut Sir."

"What are you good for slut whore?"

"I am good for sucking, fucking, and being used for anything you want Sir."

"Are you just saying that to please me or do you really mean and believe every word?"

"I mean and believe every single word in my heart Sir."

During this entire conversation, the rubber tip of the paddle continued impacting on her clit without a pause. All the strokes remained at the medium or less level. 

"What is your clit doing right now, slut whore?"

"It is swollen and hard Sir. I don't know why. It just is Sir."

"Are you absolutely certain that you want to continue and make it harder cumslut?"

"Yes Sir. Please don't stop. I'm not going to fail you Sir."

"There is no failure tonight slut. Are you ready for a little help in reaching an orgasm?"

"I'm ready any time you may choose Sir."

With that, I picked up the remote that was lying on the bed just below her ass and cunt and turned it on to the low setting. Karen's body jumped as much as the ropes would allow, which wasn't very much. Her hips began to start humping up and down at a very rapid rate. She was fucking the air so fast I thought she might succeed in pushing the pillows out from under her ass. I turned both vibrating eggs off. Her moans of disappointment were obvious and I gave her clit a very strong stroke. 

"I have been less than insistent on your order to remain silent up to now slut. Don't push me too far. You will respond to me when asked and you will control yourself at all other times."

"I'm so sorry Master. I can't always control my reactions and keep them quietly inside of me Sir. I promise I will do much better Sir."




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01e



"I am going to turn the eggs back on low again and you are to keep your body still no matter how much you want to jerk your hips in response to the stimulation. Do you understand slut?"

"Yes Master."

And the paddle still continued on without a pause. It hasn't paused a single time since the very first stroke. We were way up there in numbers by now. Not a single stroke was meant to cause really intense pain. Torture was not my objective. It never would be with Karen. The few times that it was necessary to demonstrate that I could easily subject her to much stronger and much more painful strokes were used only to get her attention focused back onto her red swollen clit, exactly where I had repeatedly told Karen to concentrate all of her thoughts from the very beginning. I controlled her world and nothing was discretionary other than a decision to stop completely that only Karen could make. I turned the vibrating eggs back onto their lowest level once again and Karen kept her physical responses to the low, but steady, stimulation deep in her rectum and vagina to a minimum. For the most part anyway, as this was all that I actually expected of her in the first place. There was no way that a few of those responses wouldn't get away from her once in a while. A fully trained and experienced sub/slave will almost always let loose with a few moans and groans. I make sure of that.

"I'm not going to speak any words to you for a while cumslut. I want 100% of your entire being focused on creating sexual arousal. I want your mind and your clitoris to become as one entity. Most of the strokes will be directed at your clit. The rest are going to land all over, and around, your pussy. If you manage to reach an arousal level that is going to lead you to an orgasm, you must immediately ask me for permission to cum. If and when you should ask me to allow you to cum, the strokes will automatically increase slightly in strength. I will not give you permission the first time you make the request. I may or may not give you permission the second time either. It will depend on how I feel at the moment. If you beg me to allow you to cum, I will increase the rubber impact strength even more. This will give you the opportunity to really impress me. It will also be your opportunity to have the impacts increased at your request. The choice will not be yours to make at any time other than by fervently begging to be allowed to cum. 

If and when you find yourself on the very brink of going over the edge, you will need to beg for my permission as you have never begged for anything in your life. It must come from your heart and your soul, not from your clit and your pussy. This orgasm must be one of complete emotional submission to my will and desire, not one that comes from your own personal desperate sexual need at that moment. This will be the greatest challenge you will ever encounter in your search for your own personal understanding of submission. It will be your greatest personal discovery. All future discoveries will only reinforce the one you choose to make here with me. This is not a contest of success or failure. It is all about achieving awareness and understanding. This is only the first attempt. We have the entire weekend left, if necessary, for you to learn how to take that special step to reach the next level. And you will reach it this weekend. This is my promise to you. Do you understand and accept everything I have told you little one?"

"Yes Sir. I do completely."

The tap, tap, tapping of the rubber on the most sexually sensitive part of Karen's body increased once again. The increase was nothing really dramatic, of course. The strength of the strokes went up barely half a notch. This would not even be noticeable to the casual observer, but to her clitoris, being on the receiving end, the change was quite profound.

I would randomly change the impact location around ever sixth or seventh stroke. The outsides of her labia, the center line of her pussy, directly over the entrance of her vagina, even a couple to the very top of her inner thighs. This was meant to challenge Karen's ability to concentrate only on her clitoris and every response made by that delicate tiny organ that is so willing and so able to create monumentally large orgasmic explosions throughout a woman's entire body.

Karen's entire body was covered in sweat and her fluids were flowing like a river of excitement. As the fluids were spread over her entire mons, the impact of the soft paddle became both sharper and louder. I had to keep my concentration on the impact effects too, so that I didn't allow the level of pain to overrule Karen's ability to achieve a steadily growing level of intense sexual arousal at the same time. 

As the strokes continued, her body began to relax for the first time. This told me that her mind was finally accepting the two opposing physical responses. Up until that point, the muscles in her thighs, hips, and abdomen were in a state of continuous tightness and frequent contractions in response to the paddle strokes. Karen's face had remained taught and the lips of her mouth kept in a tense contest of which lip could press the hardest against the other. When I raised my head up to look over the top of her hips this last time, her facial expression was totally relaxed, her eyes were gently closed, and her mouth was slightly open. She was also breathing through her mouth which is a sure sign of sexual concentration and arousal.

When Karen's hips began a very slight up and down movement, I knew we were on our way to a very special place together. I wasn't all that sure that we were going to get there on this first attempt when we started. When I suddenly realized that we were, I was ecstatic. I wanted this so much for Karen to experience. I think I was probably the happiest person on the planet at that moment. My entire body smiled, if that is possible. 

The magical words suddenly flowed out of Karen's mouth.

"May I cum Sir?"

As promised, I didn't answer her. I did increase the strength of the impacts on her clitoris. She knew I had heard her because of that. The volume of soft rubber meeting soaking wet flesh increased slightly. I could hear her breathing increase and become a bit more unsteady then the previous smooth flowing of air. Her hips increased in their movement but the soft relaxed look of the rest of her body remained the same. She was looking like a woman with a mission and her concentration on her clit must have been intense. When I checked her face again, her forehead was sweating and her eyes were now squeezed tightly shut. While I was looking at her closed eyes, I increased the setting on the remote control of the vibrating eggs one click. There were seven settings total so the increase of speed in the two eggs was minimal. Her eyes opened wide for a moment of unexpected surprise and then closed tightly once again without even looking at me. Her mouth opened a little further. Her hips increased in their up and down humping motions once again as the stimulation and arousal increased even more inside of her body. Karen was experiencing heavy sexual arousal from both the inside and the outside at the exact same time.

It was nearly five minutes before Karen's magical words touched my ears and my heart once again.

"May I please cum Master?"

Again I increased the strength of the paddle impacts. On a scale of one to ten, they were at level four. This level of impact was not very high at all to a trained submissive but, at that moment, high enough to be the center of Karen's universe. Instead of the steady up and down motion of her hips as her arousal level was first beginning to increase, they were now beginning to make jerking motions each time the rubber tip made contact with her clit. I could easily see her clit just barely poking its head out from under its protective hood. Karen's clit wasn't long and skinny as many are. It was thick and round, so it didn't poke its head out very far. The several folds of thin flesh around it simply pushed back away from it when it became blood engorged. The muscles in her thighs were now beginning to contract, release, and shake, as I had learned they do from watching her previous orgasms earlier in the day. 

Believe it or not, it had only been slightly more than twenty minutes from the time that this new adventure had begun with the first smack of the paddle onto Karen's pussy, until her speaking of the magical words for the first time.

"Please Master. I am begging you to let me cum for you. I am feeling something wonderful being created inside of me that I have never felt before and I want to give it to you Sir. Please Sir. I am begging to be allowed to give every part of my being to you. The emotional battle for control is gone Sir. Everything is yours to keep. Every part of me is yours forever Master. I am begging you to let me cum for you to show you the truth of my love, my trust, and the gift of myself. Please Master."

"Follow your heart little one," was my verbal response and a sizeable increase in the stroke impacts on her clit was my promised physical response. 

As her orgasm began, I turned off the vibrating eggs. I changed the timing of the paddle impacts on her clit from once every second to one much more intense impact every three to four seconds. With each impact of the rubber tip on her clit suddenly changed to this new pace, her entire body would tense up and then relax again. Her hips would jump upward as far as the four ropes holding her arms and ankles tightly to the four corners of the bed would allow. With each impact, an intense "Oh My God", "Oh Lord", "Oh Master", and even an occasional "Oh Shit" would exit her mouth in a loud scream. As the orgasm began its sudden final surge upward toward the now inevitable explosion, Karen began one long moan of ecstasy which increased in volume with each impact of her now super sized, super sensitive cum triggering clitoris. I changed the paddle impacts once again to rapid fire. 

"AaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh was all that came out of her mouth. Then she finally spoke again. Master, it is almost here. It is all for you Sir. Please watch me Sir. Oh Goddddddddddddddddd"

Karen was near thermonuclear. She wasn't going to have a good orgasm. She wasn't going to have a super orgasm. She was going to have a thermo fucking H-bomb sized nuclear orgasm. She was about to leave this world and travel the Universe. Her entire body became completely still for a couple of seconds. Not a single movement anywhere on or in her body. Her hips stopped moving, even when the paddle tip impacted on her swelled and super sensitive clit. No motion and no sound. Her entire body began turning red from head to foot. The sweat began covering her skin surface in a much thicker layer. Her pussy spread open as if it were being pulled open from each side. Her flow of juices became so white and thick that they looked almost exactly like a man's cum except that this was a flowing stream instead of ejaculating wads of cum. 

At that very moment, I turned the vibrating eggs remote to the highest level. Karen's head came up off the bed and her hips actually managed to lift off of the top pillow despite the ropes holding her down. I don't know how she managed to do that but I slid my hand under her and cradled her ass with it. Her entire body was now making an attempt to squeeze and contract itself into a ball. The ropes wouldn't allow it but she tried anyway. Her body began shivering, quivering, shaking and shuddering. Her screams of never before experienced erotic ecstasy bounced off the walls like we were in an echo chamber. I was hearing the same screams over and over again as they bounced back and forth. I was praying that all the guests in the hotel were out to dinner or had heard these kinds of sounds before. 

Karen suddenly became completely limp and began peeing a little on the blanket of the bed. I stopped the strokes entirely and just cupped her entire pussy in my hand. I could actually see her heartbeat in her chest. She lay there in a coma like state until the redness of her skin surface began to fade back to its normal white and slightly tan shades. Her pussy remained a deep red and very swollen. Her breathing slowed back to near normal and her eyes began to flutter, and finally open. I had moved up to sit beside her and I was lightly running both of my hands all over the areas of her body that I could get to. Karen's eyes locked onto mine, and for the first time in my life, I could actually feel someone looking into my eyes and seeing forever.

-17-

Karen was lying flat on the bed now. I had untied the ropes holding her in a spread eagle position, removed the folded blankets and pillows from under her butt, and slowly pulled the vibrating eggs out of her asshole and her vagina. Her arms were at her sides but her legs remained spread wide apart. I was still softly and gently running my hands over her body from her feet to the top of her head. I removed the ankle cuffs but left the wrists cuffs in place. Every time I tried to cup a hand over her pussy, her hips shot up into the air and she moaned, so I avoided contact with that super sensitive area for the time being. Not a single word had been spoken since her orgasm. We just kept an almost constant eye to eye contact and you would be amazed at how much two people can say to each other when doing that during a mutually intense state of emotional fulfillment. 

I suddenly found Karen's head in my lap and her arms around my lower back. She rolled over onto her side to get into this position. She still didn't say a word but her arms kept squeezing me tightly over and over again, and running her hands up and down my back between squeezes.

"I am beginning to really understand now Sir," she barely whispered. "Thank you so much for accepting me as your loving submissive. As soon as I can, I want to tell you everything I have felt during this last hour. I mostly want to tell you about the two of us floating in space somewhere, while I held a glowing sphere that contained everything that I am as a living being, and gently placing that sphere in your hands. You accepted the sphere, held it up above your head and then placed it against your chest. Then it disappeared inside of you Sir. Just like the sun sinking into the ocean. It was the most amazingly spiritual vision I have ever experienced in my entire life. It was sooooo real, and what I was feeling was so intensely calm and peaceful. And the feeling of intense love was awesome beyond belief."

"We can talk about everything you experienced little one. You will be writing notes in a journal soon and you can add that experience to it. Maybe we can talk about it while we are sitting together on the special rock at the Merry-Go-Round. That would be a really go time to speak of spiritual visions."

"Thank you Master. That would be absolutely perfect Sir."

"How about the both of us getting into that big glass bathtub and washing each other until we are squeaky clean and ready to go out and enjoy some of the night activities around Sedona? I'll put the video camera on a tripod and tape us for the entire time."

"I would love that so much Sir, but will you allow me do one thing during our bath Sir?"

"That I will little one. What is it you want to do?"

"Will you first sit on the side of the tub and let me suck your cock and play with your balls until you cum all over me and I can rub in into my soft sensitive skin? I've been told that male cum is the best skin cream in the world."

"I think we can arrange that little one."

After the orgasm that Karen had and the intense blowjob she gave me, added in with a long hot playful bath, I was surprised that either one of us had any energy left to be able to go out and enjoy the local night life. The video tape will be interesting to watch together.

I have long hair that I keep in a pony tail, but Karen had a different idea for the night. After we had finished bathing, she had insisted on washing my hair, blow drying it, and combing it out into its natural state. She even did one of those hundred stroke things with the hairbrush. I never realized just how sexy that can feel when the right person is doing it. It even made my freshly blown cock hard again and Karen laughed at that. 

"Do you want me to suck you off again Master? I know......Let's fuck doggy."

"I don't think so slave now slave slut. Let's save it for tomorrow if you don't mind. You sure are a doggy style addict aren't you?"

"Anything you desire of me Master," she said with one of those head tilted coy looks again.

"Are you trying to tease me slut?"

"Oh no Sir, I'm not trying to do that at all. I am your personal slut whore sub slave and I wouldn't dare do that, now would I Sir? May I make a suggestion Sir?" she asked as she was finishing with the hair brushing.

"Let's go out with your hair down like a hippy and I'll be your Mod slut whore woman. I'll put on extra makeup and undo a few extra buttons on the top of my nearly see through blouse. Everyone is going to be able to see my tits, nipples and nipple rings anyway."

"And what has brought this on little one."

"I don't know Sir. I'm feeling frisky, feisty, and full of play, and you are my 'Player' Sir. You told me that when we go out casual together, we can do it on an equal basis instead of my being your sub slave. I will always be your slave no matter where we are, but we can pretend to be a hippy couple just for the fun of it can't we?"

She turned me around after the last hair stroke and looked at me from a few feet away.

"You know Master. With your long hair and mustache, I could add an eye patch, a bandana, and a pirate hat and you would look just like Jack Sparrow."

"You just had to say that didn't you my little slut whore?"

"Yes Master. I sure did."

We finished fooling around and got dressed for the evening out on the town. The wrist cuffs, which were removed for the bath, were re-attached to her once again. The first place we went was the Cucina Rustica Italian Restaurant. It was located on State Road and served some of the best Italian food I have ever encountered anywhere in my worldly travels. We were starved after all our activities of the day. It was fantastic watching Karen laughing, joking, stuffing her face with everything she could get her hands on, and just talking about anything. She was actually glowing. You wouldn't think a little squirt like her could eat like that, but she packed it away like a pro. I must have really worn her out with that last adventure. I guess buttered muffins, a sandwich, and wine aren't enough when you are in a constant state of erotic arousal or orgasmic bliss as Karen was for such a long, nearly uninterrupted period of time.

When we had finished with dinner, we left the restaurant and moved the Hummer to a parking lot very close to the center of town. Everything was lit up New Orleans Style and we just wandered around from shop to shop, looking at what the locals had to offer. I'm not all that hot of shopping, but I was so totally enjoying being with and watching Karen, that I didn't care what we did that evening. There were a lot of long haired hippies in town so I didn't rate very much attention. Even when we stopped at a party store and she bought me a pirate hat and insisted that I wear it. I insisted on no eye patch so we called it even. With the hat on, I was getting some interesting looks because I actually do look like a pirate. Karen was getting most of the looks. She is beautiful and sexy in everyday life and even more attention getting when dressed as a street whore with wrist cuffs. 

We ended up making two trips with bags of 'stuff' back to the Hummer. During our walk and shopping expedition, we had talked to a few of the locals to ask about where we might find a place with a band and dancing. There is very little to none of that in Sedona, but someone did mention that the Barking Frog Grille on Route 89a had an Irish group there for just this weekend only in the large banquet room open to the public. We both enjoy Irish music but neither one of us knows how to do any Irish dances. Well.....the Hippy Pirate and the Whore decided to give it a try anyway and ended up having the time of our lives.




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 01e



We didn't return to our hotel until 1 a.m. in the morning. Before returning to our suite, we walked out to the far upper end of the property, where there was a lookout and the beginning of a few trails, to look at the desert under a full moon at night. We looked at all the stars in the sky more than at the canyon. Karen stood in front of me and I held her tightly against the front of my body. 

"Let's show the desert and the moon how beautiful your pussy and tits are little one."

Without saying a word, Karen opened her blouse all the way and pulled the hem of her skirt up over her waist. We stood there for about ten minutes, my hands playing with her tits and my hard cock poking her in the ass. Karen fingered her slit and clit with soft light strokes.

"Let's go back to our suite little one, before we start something that will endanger our extremely vital need to save our energy to get through the entire day tomorrow. We can cuddle and discuss some of the small adventures we are going to create tomorrow if you would like to do that."

"Yes Master. You are definitely right about that. I will sleep like a hibernating bear tonight."

Back in our suite, Karen stripped as required at the door while I closed both sets of inner and outer curtains. There wasn't going to be any further D/s activity tonight. 

"Master, can we turn on the TV and sleep on the Murphy bed?"

"We can do that if you want to. But first, I want you to sit in front of me with our knees touching exactly like we did earlier today little one."

When we were in position and looking intently into each other's eyes, I began speaking to her in a very special tone of voice. 

"I have never awarded a submissive trainee a collar in less than six months. The usual amount of training is from one to two years before a collar is earned. Awarding one after one day is unheard of and I'm afraid the 'Master's Union' will be coming after me if they ever find out about this. Just kidding you there squirt. The circumstances of this relationship that we have are entirely different than the normal, average, everyday D/s lifestyle enjoyed by a Master and his submissive. We live 1000's of miles apart and we only see each other a few times each year, even though we talk and text every single day. I have some questions for you and we will see how you answer them little one. If you convince me that you are ready and capable of wearing a collar in a way that only a true and loving submissive can, I will present you with my collar with the honor and recognition you have earned today little one. After proving yourself this one last time today, will you accept my collar? The choice is always the submissive's when she is offered a Master's collar."

"Yes Sir. I will accept it with joy in my heart." And there were tears in Karen's eyes.

I pulled her beautiful soft black leather collar with the silver threading from my back pocket and placed in across both of our legs. Karen just stared at it in reverent silence with tears now flowing down her cheeks.

"Do you feel that you deserve this collar?"

"I have no idea Sir. I sincerely want to deserve it Sir, but I know that I have to earn that honor. This is all up to you Sir. You are the only one who can make that choice."

"Do you swear absolute trust?"

"I do Sir."

"Do you swear absolute truth and honesty?"

"I do Sir."

"Do you swear absolute faith and loyalty?"

"I do Sir."

"Do you swear absolute love?"

"I do Sir."

"Do you swear absolute commitment?"

"I do Sir."

"Do you accept each of the above from me?"

"I accept with all my heart and soul Master."

"Do you swear absolute obedience?"

"I do Sir."

"Do you choose to be owned?"

"I do Sir."

"Do you willingly accept and embrace total submission to your Master?"

"I surely do Sir."

"Do you accept this collar and all the responsibilities that go with it?"

"I do without question Sir."

"Then, as your chosen Master, I formally honor you as my chosen submissive slave."

I picked up the collar and placed it around her neck. I pulled the tiny padlock out of my shirt pocket and locked it in place. I then presented her with the key on a long thin gold chain and told her to wear this chain and key 24/7. I advised her that she is required to wear the collar at all times when she is with me. I also advised her that she is not required to wear the collar at any time during her daily life at home unless she chooses to do so at any time. I told her again that the key and chain must remain around her neck at all times.

"Do you accept the rules and requirements of this collar and key?"

"I accept this forever Sir."

Karen put the chain around her neck, then leaned forward and put her arms around my neck and buried her face in my shoulder and started crying. A few tears rolled down my cheeks too and into her hair.

We laid there on the bed snuggled against each other. Karen kept playing with the collar and the chain. I finally turned to her and gave her a long deep passionate kiss, tweaked both of her nipples and said: "Let's talk a few minutes about tomorrow and then get some sleep. We're both going to need it after today if we plan on making it through the entire second day of our adventure."

"OK Sir."

"At some point during the day, we are going to be walking through a fairly thick forest of trees. You will be completely naked of course. What do you think would be a good way for you to prove your sincerity and willing acceptance of your collar?"

"I don't know Sir. I will do anything you tell me to do. Is that the answer you are looking for?"

"That's close, but not exactly what I was looking for, little one. I want you to be a little more specific. Create a scenario in which you will perform your submission for me out in the huge wooded area not too far from the Merry-Go-Round."

"May I have a few minutes to think about this Sir? This isn't something that is just going to pop out of my head. You are good at doing that. I'm a bit slower."

"Take your time. I turned up the TV volume a little and listened to the news while Karen put her creative mind to work."

"Thank you Sir."

Within about ten minutes, Karen told me she was ready with an idea.

"You have my complete enthusiastic attention little one."

"I know you will have me wearing the wrist and ankle cuffs. I would like you to give me the spreader bar, two clips, a blindfold, and the pair of handcuffs you have in your suitcase. I will walk into the woods a hundred yards or so, without changing directions as I'm going along, and find a tree with a good sturdy limb that is a foot or so over my head. One that is high enough to keep my arms stretched straight above my head would be preferable. I will attach the spreader bar to my ankle cuffs with the clips, place the blindfold over my eyes, and attach the handcuffs to the rings in my wrist cuffs over the top of the tree limb. I will wait for you for as long as you wish. You will be waiting at the edge of the woods for a least thirty minutes, or more if you choose to do so, so that I am left alone, in the woods, naked, spread wide open, blindfolded, stretched and locked to a tree limb. If you wish, I can also have my IPod with the earplugs in place and the music on loud so that I can't hear anything other than the music. When you find me, please do anything you may desire with me or to me. Tease me, fuck me, crop me, play with me, attach toys to me, use my asshole and my cunt, or anything else you might want to do to my totally willing body. I can't think of anything that would leave me more helpless then that Sir. And my pussy is already getting wet just thinking about it Sir."

"I will tentatively agree to that, but not the thirty minute part. I will allow you to be alone for no more than a few minutes from when you first walk into the woods. That is for your protection. I will always be close and will have you in sight by the time you have completed you preparations at the tree of your choosing. You won't know where I am and I could very well leave you attached to that tree for an hour, if that is what I choose to do, before doing anything with you. You have created a very nice scenario cumslut. We will see about actually performing it tomorrow."

"Yes Sir. Thank you so much Sir."

"Give me a really passionate kiss and turn of your light."

I turned off the TV with the remote, and in the moon lit darkness of the room, I felt her warm naked body push itself against me and her open mouth found its way to mine. My dick was getting hard again and we both fell asleep with my cock held in her hand.

And that was the end of day number one...



The Search and The Discovery Ch. 02a



The Search and the Discovery 2a
(The spirit Gods have spoken)



I woke up first. It was just after 10:00 a.m. and when I looked at over at Karen, I decided to wake her up in a more unusual way than she was used to. She was sleeping on her back, which made my 'wake-up call' possible. I put the tip of my index finger very lightly over the top of her sleeping clit and began a barely noticeable circular motion. Within seconds, her hips began to move, ever so slightly, up and down as if she were fucking something with her pussy. Still sound asleep, I gently pushed her knees outward, still stimulating her clitoris, until her legs began turning outward on their own while making sure that her feet remained close together. This gave me a much better view and much more open access to her pussy. The outer lips of her flowering cunt were slowly swelling and the space between them was slowly starting to widen and separate.

This was when Karen woke up with a start. 

"Master, I was having this really hot sexy dream that someone was playing with my pussy and there you were, playing with my pussy. What a wonderful way to start off the morning Sir."

"I was just playing with my little slut. I wanted to see how long she would remain asleep while I was playing with her clit and lips. Sort of a morning tease more or less."

"I wish I could wake up like that every morning Master. I have to pee. May I use the bathroom Sir?"

"That's fine with me but you must first ask me if I would like to watch you."

"If it would please you Sir, would you like to watch me pee? This is a very unusual situation for me Sir, but I would be very happy if you watched me."

"I will accept your offer little one, but not for the reason you are probably thinking. I didn't order you to pee in my presence because that is a very private activity for most women. I wanted to test your willingness to give up what little privacy you have left and how eager you were to invite me to watch because you wanted to please me."

"Sir, the submissive is going to teach the Master. I asked you to come with me to watch. I did that to show you that I no longer feel the need for privacy for any reason. That would be excluding you from something and I will not exclude you from anything what-so-ever. I want you to please come with me into the bathroom Sir."

"Since you put it that way, I would be glad to come with you. I have to pee too. We can also take a quick shower together."

We walked into the bathroom and Karen sat down on the 'Throne', spread her legs wider apart than usual, I have no doubt, and began to pee after I had moved the little footstool in front of her and sat down on it. Her golden liquid flowed and I watched. When she was finished, she pulled some paper off the roll. I advised her to be careful of the two tiny rings attached to her inner labia. When she finished drying herself, she stood up and told me it was my turn.

"Hey there my little pee slut. Did we suddenly change roles while we were sleeping?"

"No Sir. We have not changed roles at all. You told me yesterday that I can talk to you as an equal when we are not engaging in D/s or Master/slave at that time. This is me being me. I'm not ordering you to do anything but I am telling you what I would like to do with you. I'm being sneaky. You know that all too well. You are my Master and I am your submissive slave and I would have it no other way. I'm just taking the opportunity of using some of our 'equal' time together to play with you and have some fun doing it Sir. Should I not do that?"

"Of course you can little one."

I stood up to the toilet but Karen got her hand on my dick before I could and asked if I would mind her doing the driving. I let loose with a slow stream at first and soon had it going full force. She was aiming it all around the toilet and even gave it the 'squeeze & shake' when I was finished.

"If we are ever in any snow together, you just have to let me do some writing."

"Our next trip together could be to Bryce Canyon in Utah in the middle of winter if that would turn you on."

"That would be neat Sir. I could write 'Master Bill and sub/karen' in a huge pile of snow."

"How about we get back to our mission here in the desert? We've got an interesting and busy day ahead of us and I don't think we're going to find any snow for you to write in."

"Yes Sir."

I have a journal that I want you to start writing in after our shower. I want you to take a half hour or so to write about some of your sexual and emotional responses you encountered during the day yesterday. I also want you to write down some of the things that you have learned about yourself. If you need an hour, that will be OK too, as I expect you to describe these new discoveries in intimate detail. I'm going to have you do this a few times today and tomorrow. Imagine yourself reading this journal a year or two from now. I may allow another new submissive to read it sometime in the future so that she may better understand everything she is experiencing at the time. I may even have you read and discuss everything you have written in the journal with a new submissive trainee. Can you imagine yourself teaching a young newbie, just like you are now, how to accept and understand the excitement, the fears, and the confusing turmoil that she may be trying to cope with?"

"I will try my best. Yes, I can imagine all of the things that you have just described to me Sir. All of them would be wonderfully exciting."

I opened the door to the all glass shower stall and turned on the water. When it was comfortable, we both got in and got wet. We were all touchy feely as we washed each other's bodies. Karen used her soapy hands on my cock and just kept going until I was shooting wads of white cum all over her chest and stomach. After squeezing out the last few drops and licking them up with her tongue, she very slowly rubbed all of the sperm that had landed on her into her skin, before we did a quick rinse and stepped out of the glass cube to dry each other off."

I had no intention of getting her off yet. As a matter of fact, that wasn't going to happen until much later in the day. But I did want her heated up a little before she started writing in the journal. I pulled the vibrator out of the drawer by the left sink, where I had stashed it last night. It was Karen's vibrator that I had found hidden in her suitcase.

Her eyes widened in a look of complete surprise. 

"I would recommend that you don't try to hide things from me in the future slut. Not telling me everything is exactly the same as lying. Take this vibrator and touch it to your clitoris when you have set it to the lowest speed. Spread your legs first." 

While Karen was spreading her legs open, I retrieved the small softly padded foot stool I had used when she was peeing, the purpose of which was completely foreign to me as to its use in a bathroom, and placed it directly in front of her. I sat down on it, which put my face directly in front of my submissive's pussy.

Karen already had the small rounded point of the vibrator only inches from its target when I told her to stop for a moment. I leaned forward until my mouth and nose were just touching her mons and proceeded to lick the entire length of her sexy hairless female split with my wet tongue. I kept doing that until her pussy began to open itself up and allowed my tongue to lick the slightly damp inner sanctum from vagina to clitoris. She tasted exactly as she had described yesterday. I remembered those words as being 'Sweat with an agenda'. As the wetness began to increase, I backed my face about a foot away and told her to begin stimulating her clit with the unusually shaped toy she held patiently in her hand. 

"You are not to cum this morning. I want you to tease your clit until I can clearly see its puffy little round head push its way out from under the hood. When you have succeeded in doing that, hand me the vibrator and go into the bedroom, shut the door, and begin writing in your journal. You are not to touch your body in any way sexual. Keep your eye on the clock and join me when your allotted time is up. You will write with absolute honesty as you tell me everything you can about yesterday's first time experiences of becoming Karen the submissive. 

"Yes Master. I will please you as best as I know how Sir." 

Karen's Journal 

My Master Bill has told me to put into words what I have learned about myself since arriving here in Sedona. Actually, the learning didn't begin in Sedona. Much of my intellectual learning has taken place over a period of several years. Telling my Master that I was all his at the Flagstaff Airport sent a powerful wave through my entire body. One of the reasons I held onto him for so long was because the waves of emotion wouldn't stop washing over me as I kept thinking about what I had just said. I had been practicing that scene in my mind for days without any idea of how those words were going to affect me after whispering them into his ear.

Telling Master that he could use me in any way he may choose scared the Hell out of me. Actually, 'the committee of 12' inside of my head scared the Hell out of me. They tried to convince me that I had just given Master Bill full permission to whip me, torture me, and inflict pain and agony anywhere on my body. I had given him complete freedom to abuse me in any manner he may choose that would turn him on and make his dick hard. My real thoughts were that I had just given Master complete control of my physical, sexual, and emotional being. This thought really turned me on. It was almost the same type of arousal that spread over my entire body when driving around totally naked in my car, with my clothes locked in the trunk. I had very intense thrills of kinky arousal, despite the fact that the future might well be one of complete disaster. 

What have I learned? I have learned that there are many submissive desires that I have kept deeply hidden from myself. I have learned that humiliation is an extremely powerful sexual turn-on that I have never experienced to its greatest potential. Telling myself that I was about to be humiliated caused fear and embarrassment, but I quickly learned that responding to a command, without question, turned humiliation and embarrassment into orgasm creators. 

I have learned the true meaning of trust. It used to be just another word and a concept. The trust that I have now is my instinctive unquestioning faith and belief in Master Bill. There are many more words to describe trust but that covers it pretty well. And my trust in him has grown in giant leaps since first stepping off the plane in Flagstaff. His personal strength and his integrity are often overwhelming, as I've discovered during the past 24 hours. 

Obedience without question or hesitation is something that I have great difficulty in accepting as fully as Master requires. I am a woman, not a trained puppy who rolls over or fetches on command. My instinct is to rebel against obedience. I made a vow of obedience for three days to Master Bill. Submission requires obedience, just as a Bloody Mary requires tomato juice and vodka. I understand obedience in submission. It's just very difficult for my mind to accept. It all goes to trust. I have only been here one day. I have obeyed instantly with only a few instances of showing my rebellious nature, and my fears, which then caused me to experience uncertainty and questioning hesitation. I have no doubt that the love, trust, and faith we have in each other will mostly eliminate what little uncertainty still remains after my first day of submission. I will never be perfect at everything, but I will always try to be as perfect as possible.

My long time and very special friend, and now new Master, is a strong decent and loving person. He's not cruel. He's not mean. He hasn't got an ego problem. He isn't a phony who loves to inflict pain and torture on a woman because it makes him feel like a man. As a person, he communicates on almost any level comfortably. As a Master, he communicates with authority. He tells me what he wants and he teaches me how to do it. I trust him with my life. I love him with all my heart. My faith in him is unbreakable. 

I now have a much easier time understanding and accepting submission. I am enjoying it more and more and it creates such powerful excitement and sexual arousal throughout my entire body. I love to please a man. I am willing to do almost anything sexual to please a special man. I have always been that way. But the expectation of pleasure in return is an obvious motive. Submission does not allow for that. I am no longer allowed to expect or anticipate pleasure. That's not an easy concept to emotionally accept as a woman. A relationship is supposed to be an equal partnership. There is no equality in submission. Master orders me to perform and that is what I do. I have made a commitment to Master and to myself to do anything he tells me to do. And, after only one day, I can speak with total honesty in saying that I have never felt more happiness, fulfillment, satisfaction, love, or a greater sense of personal accomplishment in my entire life. I didn't do everything perfectly. I am Master Bill's submissive slave and he is my Master/Teacher. In the end, that turns out to be pretty equal.

I don't have any control. I gave it up willingly. I argued with myself an awful lot over that but I did commit myself to Master's total control.

And I willingly honor that commitment. But I am still allowed the ability to end anything or everything with just a single word. I have quickly discovered that I will never have to use that word.

I accepted Master's collar last night. I fully understand that it doesn't carry the same meaning as it does for a long term, hard working, and dedicated slave. I am a temporary, but still totally 'owned' submissive slave for this three day weekend. The collar was given to me as a special reward to encourage me and to show the faith Master has in me. I am a very happy submissive who is completely owned by Master Bill. I am his personal property. That's a concept I'm going to have to think about and talk to Master about. That is another way in which our new relationship for the weekend is sometimes equal. We can talk to each other about anything at almost any time. 

Trust grows and is the ultimate solution to everything D/s and in life in general.

More to come........ Karen

I was watching an old episode of 'Gunsmoke' on the TV when Karen returned to the living room with her Journal. She had only taken just over a half hour. I promised myself that I would only read what she had written after I had returned to Los Angeles. Unless she asked me to read it while we were still in Sedona.

"Let's go get breakfast and head out to the Merry-Go-Round."

"That sure sounds good to me Sir."

"Put on a T-shirt, jeans, socks, and shoes."

"Yes Sir."

While she was getting dressed, I pulled a folded knapsack out of the front section of my suitcase. It was nothing fancy but it sure could hold a lot of stuff. I put a bunch of our toys in it like handcuffs, the wrist and ankle cuff set, the riding crop, blindfold, nipple clamps with chain and weight clips, the remote front and rear vibrator set, spreader bar snapped securely to the right side of the pack, and attached all four nylon ropes to a big snap loop on the middle outside of the pack and a lightweight camera tripod to the other remaining loop. I also put a number of other toys in there. I carried my Canon 50D around my neck, two different types of lenses in a bag in one hand, a Sony camcorder in my other hand, the leash in my left pocket, and my small Canon camera in my right front pocket. I also attached a Colt .44 AutoMag and holster with full spare clip to my belt on the right side. I have a permit to carry and I don't take chances. Even with only the most remote possibility of encountering dangerous animals, two or four legged, in the mountains. 

"It looks like we are ready. We need to make a quick stop at the Sporting Goods and then we can have breakfast at the Wildflower Bread Company on State Road."

"I'm hungry, my nerves are wound up, and I want so much to be everything you want me to be today Sir. May I give you a kiss?"

"You absolutely can little one." We kissed passionately for at least a minute.

"The only thing I want you to be for part of the day, my love, is submissive, obedient, and owned by me. The rest of the time I want you to be an adventurist, my special friend, a hot horny super sexed female, and everything else that is Karen."

"I think I can manage to do that just the way you want Sir."

We left the suite after packing away everything we wouldn't want a maid to find lying around and headed for the Hummer H3. At the Sporting Goods Store, I bought a fairly large frame backpack and a medium sized camera case that snapped onto the bottom of the frame. We got four large bottles of water, a really thick blanket, two pre-made sandwiches, four cans of Diet Coke, four cans of V8 juice and several kinds of MRE's. I always prefer to be a bit over prepared just in case. I added in a cooler and a bag of ice.

I paid for everything and we loaded the backpack right there in the store. Back in the Hummer again, we stopped at a Chevron and filled up the tank and both 5-gallon cans on the rear and drove the two additional blocks to the Wildflower. Breakfast was great and we were off to visit our special spot up Schnebly Hill Road to the high point of Bear Wallow Canyon and the Merry-Go-Round that looks southwest down into Sedona. Sedona is the first name of Schnebly's wife and became the name of the settlement in her honor in 1902. I'm a history addict at times.

Once we were off the main highway and on Schnebly Hill Road, I pulled over to the side and told Karen to remove her shorts and top. She would need the socks and tennis shoes. No kindness with command options today. Do it, and do it now. She will have very few options this second day. 

Karen stripped instantly and I told her to put her clothes in the big frame backpack behind her seat, which she did. While she was bent over the

The back of her seat, I got in several seconds of running my hand up her thighs, around her ass, and in between her legs. She squealed a couple of times to stop and wiggled her ass. That just encouraged me even more. 

"This road is filled with large exposed rocks that we will spend a lot of time driving around. We'll be driving almost as much distance going from side to side getting around these rocks as we will be going in a forward direction. It is slow and tedious even though it's only about four miles up the road. You will see the 'Pink Jeeps' every once in awhile but they come up the hill in the same direction we are going. They only stop to let their passengers look at the sights without letting anybody leave the immediate proximity of the Jeep before driving on to the other side of the canyon and back around to Sedona. We will need to keep our eyes open for anybody else trying to navigate this hellacious road in case they may decide to stop for a closer look. We will be able to see anybody approaching from a long distance away. Strap that gorgeous naked body into your seat." 

I pulled the leash out of my pocket and snapped it onto the small D-ring on the front of Karen's collar, put the handle end in between her teeth, and told her not to let it fall out of her mouth under any circumstances. We bounced our way halfway up the hill before she told me, as best she could with the leather leash handle in her mouth, that she really had to pee. Like 'right now right now'. I drove a few hundred yards further before I finally stopped to let her pee next to the car. I opened the glove box and handed her a box of Kleenex along with one of the bottles of water and told her to make sure she was nice and clean when she was finished. I advised Karen that I was planning to feast on her pussy and the only fluids I wanted to find would be flowing from her vagina, not her bladder.




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 02a



Karen most definitely had to go. She even had to change positions a couple of times to get her feet out of the way of the ground flow. When she was finished and cleaned, she jumped back into the Hummer and we were off and running once again. 'Running' is the wrong word. 'Poking along' would be a better description. That was one crazy road to have to use to get to where we wanted to go.

We finally reached the point where the road is closest to the Merry-Go-Round rock formation. The main reason I got the Hummer was not only to be able to drive up the road without getting hung up on any one of the thousands of boulders that would nail a regular car, it was to be able to go off road and park the vehicle where it couldn't be seen from the road. I had one past experience where I left a vehicle parked on the side of the roadway and the only patrolling police vehicle that passed by the entire day we spent at that spot, left me a $48.00 'greetings from your local Sheriff'. 

The first thing I did, when we exited the Hummer, was to give Karen her shorts and shirt back and told her to put them on. I reminded her that I still hadn't given her permission to take the leash handle out of her mouth. She was dressed in a few seconds. 

"#1", was all I said. 

Karen reacted instantly and was standing with her hands behind her head and her feet spread wide apart. She was looking at the ground also. Looking at the ground was her idea. I hadn't taught her to do that in the hotel suite. 

"Why are you looking at the ground, little one?"

"I thought that I was supposed to do that Sir. You require all of your slaves to do that in your stories."

"I appreciate your submissive enthusiasm. From now on you will wait for my actual command rather than doing what you read in my stories."

"Yes Sir."

I walked up to her and slowly pulled her shirt up over the tops of her tits. I bounced and squeezed them several times, then released them and simply stared at the two, rock hard, prominently tipped mounds for a few minutes without saying a word. I finally reached up with both hands and grabbed each of her nipple rings and pulled on them. I actually pulled them hard enough that Karen responded by bending slightly forward to relieve some of the sudden pain she was feeling in both of her nipples that emanated through her tits and into her chest. She was surprised at the amount of stimulation that had also been created and sent directly to her pussy and her clitoris. This caused her to drop the leash handle from her mouth. 

"Did I tell you to lean forward or drop the leather handle from your mouth slut?"

"No Sir. I'm sorry Sir. It was a reaction that I didn't even think about."

"You need to learn to control those reactions slut. I don't want to hear excuses. Drop your shorts, turn around, and bend over."

Karen pulled her shorts down and was in position without hesitation. I reached into the Hummer, opened the smaller knapsack, and pulled out the riding crop.

"I told you yesterday that disobedience will bring instant punishment all day today, did I not?"

"Yes Master. You did."

"How many strokes of the riding crop, which you picked out, would you suggest would be appropriate for not obeying my order to be in the #1 position and keeping the leash handle firmly gripped in your mouth?"

"Any number you feel would be adequate Sir."

"I want a number from you painslut."

I could see the battle going on in her head. She was trying to figure out the minimum number that she thought would please me and not ruin her sitting ability for the rest of the day.

"I am asking for five strokes Sir."

Without warning, I gave her two on each cheek. Not too hard but hard enough to leave four red marks.

"Where should I place the last stroke painslut?"

"Place it on my pussy Sir."

The fifth stroke went up between her spread legs directly onto the lower half of her mound, as requested. She had remained silent for all five strokes so I took a few minutes to massage both cheeks and her pussy. When I had finished, I ran a finger through her labia and found the inner area nice and wet. I rolled my finger around in her juices and pulled it out. It was slick and shiny and I bent down to hold it in front of her face. 

"May I lick it clean Sir?"

"Yes you may. I have never had a submissive that loved tasting her own pussy cream as much as you do. I just might make a video of you sticking your fingers into your cunt and then licking them clean over and over again while we are here today. What do you think of that slut?"

She had sucked my finger into her mouth like a professional cocksucker and it was quickly cleaned of her juices.

"If that will please you, I will do it as often as you wish Master." 

"That pussy of yours gets wet no matter what I do, doesn't it cumslut?"

"I get wet so easily because I am with you Sir."

"Pull your shorts back up and get back into position slut."

"Yes Master."

I stood in front of her again and pulled her top back up over her breasts and just let her stand there with her tits on display. I lightly twisted each of her nipple rigs and asked her how they felt after having them on since the previous night.

When you twist or pull on them Sir, it is very painful. My nipples have never stayed hard and engorged for so long on their own Sir. They have not changed since you attached the rings to them. I am totally amazed that I didn't know this about my own body. They were hot and hard when I woke up this morning but I'm sure that was because you with playing with my clit."

"You've learned several things about your body that you never had any idea about during the last 24 hours my little kinky slut whore."

"That's for sure Master."

"Take your shorts off again, completely, and hand them to me. Make sure your tits stay uncovered."

Karen removed her shorts and handed them to me. She went back into position immediately with her shirt still pulled up above her tits. Not one single time has she taken so much as a single glance around the area we were standing in to see if anybody else had just happened to appear out of the woods into the fairly open area between the Hummer and our destination.

"I'm going to hold my watch in front of your face and I want you to start masturbating when the second hand hits the number 7. I want you to finger your pussy and clit for 90 seconds and then stop and return to position. No cuming and no sounds allowed or you will get 25 strokes of the riding crop.

"Yes Master."

Karen immediately began to finger her clit very aggressively when the second hand hit 7. She obviously wanted to get turned on as much as possible in 90 seconds. She added a finger from her other hand into her love channel and fucked her cunt just as aggressively as she was attacking her little nub.

When the second hand made the first circuit, she was already working her way up to an orgasm. When it got past the 12 and just short of the 1, she stopped all finger action and went back into position. She was breathing hard but no moans or other sounds of arousal passed her lips.

"That was very good kinky slut. Get dressed again and hand me the leash handle. You love to play with yourself while I watch don't you?"

"Yes Master. I love you watching me play with myself. I love having you watch me all of the time."

She was dressed again and her top back in place. She handed me the leash handle and I started walking in the direction of our special rock sticking out from the wall 400 feet above the ground below. Karen walked behind me in silence. I'm fairly certain that she had never been led around on the end of a dog leash anytime in her life. I could see in her face that this was very humiliating to her. She would be feeling a lot more of that in a few hours but she would be bare-assed naked the next time.

Karen didn't seem to worry a bit about the possibility of strangers appearing suddenly and seeing her being led around on a leash attached to her collar. This was a holiday weekend and one of the most well known sights in, or near, Sedona. It was the time of year that the temperatures were mild and there was always a cool breeze gently flowing through the mountain areas. This area was also one of the most inaccessible places to get to in all of Sedona and Red Rock. It was a very rough ride getting here and few people went further than the observation platform at the bottom of the canyon about three miles away. Some rode in the 'Pink Jeep' tour and then wished they hadn't by the time the tour had finished. 

What I was actually doing, other than creating the humiliation of leading Karen around on a dog leash for the first time, was giving the area a quick scouting to check for the possibility that anyone might be here. In all of the times that I have been at the Merry-Go-Round, I have only seen less than a handful of other tourist explorers. I had known they were here because their cars had been parked on the roadside waiting for their greetings from the Sheriff. Very few people come prepared to make the trip up the road to this location and almost always resort to riding in the "Pink Jeep" tour vehicles which don't allow any of their customers to wander around freely. The best view of the Merry-Go-Round is from the road.

"How would you feel if some people came out of the woods right now and saw you attached to your dog leash little one?"

"I would be embarrassed beyond belief Sir."

"What if that happened while being led around handcuffed and completely naked?"

"I would absolutely die Sir. I totally trust you to handle the situation but I would still be vulnerable and totally humiliated. I would be on total display to people I didn't even know. I can't think of anything that could possibly be more embarrassing."

"What if that happened and the strangers walked up to us, checked you out very closely, and began a conversation with questions about why you were naked, cuffed, and being led around by a dog leash?"

"I don't know how I would react to that Sir. I really don't want that to ever happen but, if it does, I know you will control the situation and keep me protected. If you want that to happen, I will accept your wishes as best as I can."

I stopped suddenly and Karen actually ran into me from behind. Her mind was stuck on that scenario I had just given her and wasn't paying attention to me.

"Here is another scenario I want you to think about. These strangers that did walk up to us and began asking questions about you seemed to be a little doubtful about my answers. I have told them that you are my submissive slave and that I'm training you to accept obedience and to believe in the trust you have in me as your Master. As proof of this, I remove your cuffs and order you to masturbate for them. Close your eyes and picture that in your mind and tell me exactly how you would feel and respond."

"Oh my God, I have no idea Master. I can only tell you what I would do. I would masturbate for you because you had ordered me to do so. I would do it because I will always please you Sir. That would definitely be the highest level of humiliation and embarrassment that I can imagine. I'm getting wet right now just thinking about it but I honestly hope I don't have to deal with that scenario today Master. I'm not sure I could deal with that particular situation in the way you wanted me to Sir."

"I love your honesty. I want you to think about situations like that when you have alone time of your own. I am always careful of what you will encounter at any time but there is always the possibility that something could happen that I have no control over and would have to improvise, should that ever occur. You must always have complete faith and trust in me and have no doubt that I will never allow anything that would put you in any jeopardy."

"I know that in my heart and in my soul Master. I have no doubt in you in any way, manner, or form."

"I appreciate that trust and faith little one. Now, let's head back to the Hummer. There is no one up here to surprise us. That's why we just did this little walk around."

"Yes Master. I'll be right behind you Sir." Karen's humor hadn't suffered in the least. 

"Before we start back, I want you half naked. I am going to reward your honesty and allow you to choose which half."

"Thank you Master. Since you have already had my shorts off today, I hope it will please you to choose the top half. I would prefer that you see all of me all of the time."

"I would be pleased with either half but I do appreciate your reasoning. Most women, when given the choice, will chose the top half because they know that being topless is much less embarrassing than walking around with their pussy and ass on display. Your choice was meant to please me and not to save yourself a deeper level of humiliation in the event you are seen by someone. I will reward you for that choice and the reason you made it little one."

I unlocked one wrist from the cuffs so she could remove her top. Her bare tits, with the rings attached to her hard nipples, really turned me on. Karen handed me her top and actually put her hand back into the cuffs and locked her wrist back into place by squeezing the open side shut with her other hand.

I took her shirt and hung it on a tree limb near where we were standing, massaged her beautiful boobs and pulled on the rings a few times before leading her by the leash back to the Hummer. 

Once at the Hummer, I told Karen to remove her shorts with her hands still cuffed. She gave me a blank stare for a few seconds and then began her struggle to get naked while cuffed behind her back. While she was twisting and bending and trying to become a contortionist, I removed most of our supplies from the back section of our vehicle. I would be carrying the large backpack and Karen would carry the fully filled knapsack, which was much lighter. I did remove the bottles of water, with the exception of one, and put the other three in the cooler with sodas and V8 juice cans.

I checked out Karen's progress with her shorts and found that there wasn't any. I pulled my small camera out of the side pocket of the backpack and walked over to where she was standing in total frustration. I loosened the waist button that was the cause of her lack of success and moved back about 10 feet and sat on the ground. I took about fifty pictures of Karen as she finally managed to work her shorts over her hips and down to the ground and then step out of them with a long exhale of success. I told her to bring me the shorts which was almost as amusing as watching her get them off in the first place. She finally gave up doing it the 'clean' way and plopped her ass on the ground and grabbed the shorts after having to wiggle through the dirt on her butt cheeks. Her frustration had overruled her common sense at the moment she chose to sit her ass in the dirt and ended up nearly a foot from where she wanted to be. I got pictures of this adventure too. I took even more of her trying to get herself back on her feet once again without getting totally covered in dirt. She didn't succeed at that either.

I was laughing when Karen finally got to me and handed me her hard retrieved prize. 

"I certainly hope you enjoyed watching me make a total fool of myself Sir."

"Oh yes. I most certainly did little one. I even have it all on full color, high resolution digital photographs. The next time we do that, it will all be videotaped for future laughs, maybe even when we are at a party together?"

"That was funny Sir. I just love being laughed at while making an idiot out of myself. And you want to show all of that at a party?"

"You are a very sexy idiot my little slut."

Karen laughed and plopped her ass down in the dirt again to sit next to me. I ran through the pictures on the LED of the camera and she began laughing even more. We were both in near hysterics by the time we made it to the last picture. I reached behind her and unlocked the cuffs. She immediately started brushing off the dirt on her legs and then stood up to brush off her ass and the backs of her thighs.

"I even got dirt in my pussy Sir.

"I told her to go the backpack and pull a water bottle out of the cooler, get some Kleenex out of the glove box, and clean herself off. I added in that she was not to use all the water doing it. I also told her to put the box of tissue in the knapsack and to make sure that the other box of Kleenex remained in the glove compartment.

When Karen was done, I put the knapsack, which contained all of the toys and the food, over her shoulders. I couldn't use the clip that holds the straps together in front because that would crush her tits after walking any distance. I cuffed her hands in front of her this time so the shoulder straps could not slide off. I reached down and grabbed the leash handle that was hanging loosely just below her pussy and we began to retrace out steps toward the spot where we left her top hanging from the tree. I had her shorts in the backpack. If we couldn't locate her top, Karen was going to have some real embarrassing and humiliating moments when we returned to Sedona and our hotel. 

I purposely led us off the exact path we had taken earlier. It was the path that led directly to Karen's shirt hanging from the tree. A degree off course or going around a large rock on the opposite side can easily change the perception of anyone who wasn't paying attention the first time, especially if they have a poor sense of direction to begin with. After 15 minutes of walking around and not finding the tree with the shirt, Karen began to get very nervous. 

"Are you sure we went in this direction Sir? You are a pilot. Pilots don't get lost.....EVER!!! Pilots have a GPS implanted in their brains don't they?"

"Don't worry your little head about it. I will find your shirt. I promise."

Ten more minutes of this and Karen was checking out every tree we passed. I finally decided to ease her mind and led her near the proper tree and let her discover her shirt.

"There it is Master. Thank God we found it."

"Pull it down from the tree and put it in my backpack."

After she had done this I could see the happiness of relief on her face. We were only a few hundred feet from our 'special place', so I led her directly to the huge overhanging rock that started everything over a decade ago. 

"This is the place little one. This is where you and I met 12 years ago when I was here and you were in Pennsylvania. That's an amazing concept isn't it?"

"Yes it is Master. That was the most amazing and special night of my entire life. May I just stand here in silence and look at it Sir?"

"Yes you may little one."

I took out my key ring and unlocked Karen's cuffs. I told her to drop the knapsack on the ground and to feel free to walk around the immediate area. I don't believe she was consciously aware that she was totally naked at that moment, and standing near a ledge that can be seen clearly, with binoculars, all the way from Sedona. She was so overpowered by the spiritual effect this area was having on her, I really don't think she even cared if the entire town of Sedona was watching her at that moment.

While she was fixated on the special 'rock', I took both of our backpacks over to an area with a large amount of brush and placed them on the ground behind the wall of plant life. I removed the wrist and ankle cuffs, one set of nipple clamps, a handful of Kleenex that went into my pocket, and the bottle of water before placing some of the loose brush over the two packs. We wouldn't need them for awhile. I wandered back over to stand next to Karen.

She felt my presence and looked up into my eyes with so much love in her heart that I just had to kiss her. And it was a long and passionate kiss. My dick got hard and was poking her in her stomach. Our lips parted and she let out a chuckle as her sparkling eyes looked into mine.




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 02a



"Is that your spiritual level rising up, or are you just plain horny Master?"

"It's little of both, slut. I always get horny during a passionate kiss. And the Spirit Gods put you here, standing naked in front of me."

"I was here once before Master, a number of years ago, and I sure didn't feel like I do now. This is absolutely wonderful Sir."

"Let's make it even more wonderful slut. Put these wrist and ankle cuffs on."

"Thank you, Sir. I totally love these cuffs. They really make me feel like you own me. The collar is a constant reminder that I am owned by you Master. Putting the two together is just about the sum total of who and what I am right now and I am grateful to you for allowing me to experience these new feelings inside of me so intensely."

"I'm going to use the handcuffs to lock your wrists together and we are going to take a walk along the entire length of the Merry-Go-Round. I'm also going to attach the clamps to your nipples. They will produce all sorts of sensations and reactions while we are walking."

"Thank you Sir. That excites me too."

When I had Karen's wrists cuffed behind her back, I stood in front of her and played with her tits for a few minutes and then attached a clamp to each nipple just behind her rings. I adjusted both clamps a couple of times until I was sure they wouldn't fall off, but not too tight to cause her a lot of pain during our walk. A little pain to keep her attention was OK. Her long erect nipples were both pulled downward by the weight of the clamps. Karen accepted both clamps without a sound or complaint. I picked up the leash handle once again and headed due west along the top of the ridge. There isn't a regular defined path to follow so I kept our pace a little slower than normal so Karen wouldn't trip and lose her balance. I wasn't leading her by the leash. I just held it while she walked directly beside me.

Karen's tits were large enough to bounce with every step, even the steps she was gingerly taking as we first began our little sightseeing walk. With each bounce, the clamps would react in the same way. Since the clamps were the large adjustable type, they were much bigger and much heavier than most other types. These clamps bounced in any direction they felt like from pure momentum. Her breasts would go mostly up and down one time with each step, but the clamps kept swinging two or three more times. They were only attached to each nipple tight enough to keep them from falling off. They mostly had a twisting and bending effect from their motions. I could see that being attached to each other by the silver chain also created an opposing force between each clamp. The first would go in one direction while the second sometimes traveled in the opposite direction. Whichever clamp had the most momentum would successfully jerk the other backwards, which caused her poor abused nipples to be twisted and pulled even more. 

"How are you handling the clamps?"

"They hurt but I can deal with that. It's better now than when we first began walking. And they are making my pussy leak."

"Do you want me to take them off?"

"No Sir. I really want to learn to accept them. I want to be able to accept anything you desire to do to me, with me, or for you. You own me Master. You own all of me. That is so exciting and scary at the same time." 

We had slowly walked nearly half the distance across the southern face of the huge rock formation at that point. We reached the furthest point that I wanted to go in another 15 minutes. The view was spectacular, both the huge canyon and my naked submissive. 

I told Karen to stand at attention. I stood in front of her and leaned down to put my mouth over hers. She opened to receive me and while our tongues were playing with each other, I reached up and literally jerked off one of the clamps. A high pitched squeal of pain came through her mouth and into mine but she didn't break the kiss and her tongue didn't miss a beat in the sparring match it was engaged in with mine. She did try to suck all the air out of my lungs though.

I broke the sloppy kiss and stepped back a couple of feet. I told her to look deeply into my eyes and not to break that contact for any reason. I removed the other clamp the normal way, slow and steady. Karen's reaction was almost the same as when I jerked the other clamp off. As the blood flowed back into her nipple, her eyes opened wide and the air was sucked into her lungs in one huge intake. She didn't break the eye contact with me one single time. I reached up and took both of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and rolled them back and forth semi-gently before squeezing them really hard for a few seconds. When I applied the hard squeezes, Karen bent forward in pain and lost eye contact with me.

"That will cost you five smacks on each of your ass cheeks painslut."

"Yes Master. I tried not to react but you squeezed so hard Sir that my body overruled my self-control. I deserve the punishment Sir."

I looked around and saw a rock nearby that was close to the same height as your average chair and took Karen by the hand over to it. I sat down and found it to be the perfect height so that the top halves of my legs were level to the ground. 

"Lie across my knees and spread your legs as much as you can in that position."

"Yes Master," she said as she carefully placed herself into the ordered position and spread her legs open enough so that I would have easy access to her pussy.

"Why am I spanking you painslut?"

"Because I didn't obey your command to stand at attention and I lost eye contact with you Sir."

"Do you think 10 spanks are enough or should I make it 20?"

"Ten will do just fine Sir unless you think I need more."

"I think 10 will work this time slut. If you do that again, I will make it 20 or more."

"Yes Sir. I understand."

I ran my right hand all over her back, ass, and thighs. I casually ran my fingers over her pussy and slid two of them between her labia lips. She was very wet inside. 

"Why is your cunt so wet?"

"I have been walking naked with you for I don't know how far, with my clothes way back where we first started Sir. You have been using my nipples for your pleasure Sir, and now you are going to spank me. That is making my cunt very wet Sir."

I put my left hand behind her neck to hold her down and landed a swat on each cheek. They were not very hard but Karen tensed her body up both times. I ran the flat of my hand over her cheeks several times and then over her pussy with a little pressure on her clit. I heard a moan escape her mouth when I pushed on her little hot nub.

"You're not supposed to like this slut. I'll have to change that. You do have permission to express yourself. The silence rule does not apply to this punishment."

"Yes Master. Thank you."

I placed four more swats, two on each cheek, that were a lot harder than the first two. Both of her cheeks were showing a lot of pink to red color. My hand had held down the top half of her body but her feet were coming off of the ground with each smack on her flesh and her original moans had turned to very distinct groans of arousal and pain at the same time. I again massaged her cheeks for a minute and ran my hand over her cunt. This time I inserted to fingers into her hole and she was soggy wet.

"What is this slut? You are juicier now than you were before. Are you playing a game with me slut? Are you enjoying this slut? Maybe I should make it 20 after all."

"Nnooo, Sir. I'm not playing games. You are making me hot and aroused Master.

Right then, I used my hand and gave her pussy 5 rapid fire swats that had Karen trying to lift her hips off my legs. She yelled out "please Master" and "oh shit" and tried to close her legs.

"Open those legs now painslut!"

She did immediately and I instantly gave her cunt 5 more swats that were harder than the five she had just received. She kept her legs open this time but she kept a verbal repeat of "Oh God" going after each impact. Without stopping, I went back to her ass and landed four fairly hard swats to her cheeks. I removed the cuffs from the rings of her wrist cuffs and freed her hands and arms. 

"Stand up in #1 position slut."

Karen quickly stood up and got into position with her hands behind her head and her feet spread wide apart. As soon as she did this, her pussy juices began to make a slow trail from the bottom of her crack and down the inside of her left thigh. She was trembling a little. Not from the punishment she had just experienced, but was fearful that I was going to punish her even more. And she had a trail of tears from her eyes to her chin.

"You didn't think I was going to spank you so hard, did you?"

"No Sir. That really hurt."

"Did you think that because I was so easy on you yesterday, that maybe you were going to be treated the same today?"

"I wasn't sure Sir. This is the first time you have punished me without purposely turning the pain into arousal Master Bill. You always did that yesterday."

"This is not yesterday. And I told you all day yesterday that today was going to be the real thing. Not just gentle low level experiences that were only meant to introduce you to D/s. This is how it can be when you deliberately disobey my wishes. And, if you continue to be disobedient, the punishments will get even harder and more painful until you learn your place as my submissive. Do not forget that you chose to accept my collar. You are my property. I own every square inch of your body. I can do anything I want with you at any time I may choose. Are you getting closer to understanding the reality of that or do you believe this is all a game of playtime?"

"No Sir. I have never thought that this was a game of playtime. I am learning Sir. I am trying to do my best. I know you own me Master. I want you to own me more than anything in the world. I truly mean that from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for the punishment Sir."

And the tears began to flow again. She began sobbing and shaking and I just took her into my arms and held her as tightly as I could. Her response was to put her arms around me and bury her face in my chest. When the tears and sobbing faded away, we held each other in silence just as we had at the Flagstaff Airport. Karen then put her mouth next to my ear and whispered: "I love you. I am yours Sir. Please do with me as you please."

"Listen to me very carefully little one. When I said I would keep you safe, that was my vow to you that is unbreakable. I brought you here to allow you to learn and discover things about yourself that you have wondered about for a long time. You have already experienced the most powerful, mind blowing orgasms of your life. What you discovered yesterday are activities that kept your clit hard, your pussy wet, your mind in chaos, and your sexuality in high gear. I kept them soft for the most part because it was your first day. I asked you if you wanted to continue, knowing that things wouldn't be as soft today, and you enthusiastically agreed. Yesterday was a large step above the vanilla sexual lifestyle that I call the 'Missionary Life'. Today is just a small step above yesterday. I'll give you another chance little one. Do we continue or do you want to return to the missionary life?"

"Master, I may be a newbie, but I am not a quitter. There are discoveries to be made and I am not about to quit just because I have a lot to learn and punishments to endure along the way. The road may be tough but so am I. 'Use me in any way you choose' is not an offer; it is a commitment to the both of us Sir." 

"Stand back a few feet facing me and just spread your legs to shoulder width," I said as I pulled out my ever present pocket camera. First off, I wanted some pictures of her pussy and ass after her punishment for future reference. Karen's future reference I should say.

She was in position within seconds. 

"I want to take some close-up pics of your red pussy lips and your very red ass cheeks. I'm going to give you one picture of each to take home with you. I want you to put them somewhere where you will be guaranteed to see them every single day. I don't care where. That will be your choice."

"Yes Sir. I know exactly where to hang them in frames."

I squatted in front of Karen's pussy and took about ten pictures with different settings. Only her outer labia were red. It made her sex stand out like a neon light. I stood up and then squatted behind her and took ten more of her ass cheeks. They were a very colorful bright red.

"I want you to be a porno model for me. I want you to make sure that one of the following; your pussy, your ass, your tits, or your asshole is in every shot. Multiples of each will be even better. You are to get into pure porno positions that you think will please me. You can use your hands and fingers at any time. Six poses will be just fine."

"Yes Master," was all she said.

The first pose she got into was absolutely perfect. There was a large three foot high boulder with a flat top and Karen climbed up on top and laid down on it face up. She pulled her knees to her chest and then spread them wide apart. This shot had everything in it. I took the obvious pics from about five feet away and then zoomed in to get better close-ups of her asshole and girl slice. Her pussy lips had opened up by themselves in that pose. Then I slowly walked completely around the rock and took a continuous string of shots until I was back where I started.

Next, she leaned against a nearby tree using only one hand, moved her feet about three feet out from the base, turned the top of her body just enough to bring one tit into view and looked back over her shoulder directly at me with a beautiful smile on her face. She took her loose hand and placed it far enough between her legs for her fingers to be seen touching the bottoms of both ass cheeks. I took a lot more pictures from various angles.

Karen did four more extremely sexy and sensual poses without asking me for any suggestions. Every pose was her creation. And they were exceptional poses. The kind a guy would love to have while making a donation at the sperm bank. 

"Did you like the way I posed for you Master?"

"You did well porno slut. You went from one pose to another without taking any time to think about what you should do next."

"That was an easy assignment Sir. I only got into positions that I knew would make your cock hard. Speaking of a hard cock, may I please, please, please suck yours until you cum in my mouth?"

"Do you think I should get you off too little one?"

"I don't really care Master. I only want to make your cock super hard and play with your balls and asshole. I want you to shoot wads of cum into my mouth with enough force to almost knock my head off the end of your shaft."

"Well now, how can I possibly think of turning down an offer like that from a beautiful cumslut?"

I leaned back against the same rock that Karen first posed on while she got down on her knees in front of me. She loosened my belt and pulled both my pants and my boxer briefs down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and she tossed them a few feet away.

The first thing she did was to just stare at my cock and lightly touch it and my balls for several minutes. The precum was beginning to ooze from the hole in the tip of my dick and she leaned forward just enough to place her lips over the very end of the mushroom head and suck as much of the clear liquid as she could from my shaft. After doing this, Karen began licking my shaft from the base to the tip and back down again. When she got to the base each time, she would flick her tongue over each of my swelling balls and then begin another round trip. I don't know how many times she did this but my cock was getting slightly red from being completely rock hard. I was watching her technique with lusting eyes and Karen was doing most of her activities while staring up into my eyes. This made me even harder if that was possible. The sexual and emotional intensity is more than doubled when my cock is being played with and sucked while her eyes never stop staring into mine. 

Then I watched her stick her middle finger into her mouth and suck on it. She sort of fucked her mouth with it and made sure that it was covered with her saliva. She lowered her hand down, moved it in between my legs and found my asshole, to which she transferred the wetness to my browneye. Back and forth she went with her finger going from her mouth to my anal opening. Karen did it over and over again until I knew it must be soaking wet. When I felt the tip of her index finger begin to push on my tight rear opening, she was staring intensely into my eyes and one of the sexiest smiles I have ever seen on her face took form. She added a second finger and, little by little, both fingers were pushed further and further into my asshole until well past the sphincter and into more open space. 

I was paying so much attention to her fingers and eyes that her mouth dropping over the swollen head of my cock took me by surprise. I felt the two fingers pushed in as far as they would go. They began to lightly tap towards my front side until she found my prostate. I haven't a clue how to find a prostate but she sure did. Now she began an in and out motion with her finger, pausing to push on my prostate several times. She had both of my balls in her other hand which was lightly squeezing and massaging each swelled globe. Her mouth began to increase it's up and down motion, stopping at the head each time to suck it really hard while her tongue toyed with that special spot, and then resume its trip back down my now steel hard shaft. She went down a little bit further each time until I could feel the head making contact with the back of her throat. She did this over and over again and then began pushing her head harder down on my cock each trip until it began to go further and further into her throat. 

This woman was easily the 'Queen of cock sucking'. With her fingers fucking my ass and pushing on my prostate, her other hand playing with my balls, and her nose pushed against my pubes with my dick as far into her throat as it would go, I felt a huge orgasm building up rapidly. My instinct was to put my hands on both sides of her head but I wasn't about to interfere with her exquisite ability to get me off when she wanted to get me off. I began moaning and telling her that I was almost there. She picked up the pace even more and, within 30 seconds, I was firing wad after wad of thick creamy cum into her mouth and her throat. It felt like my cock was going to blow up. I had no doubt that I was going to be rather sore down there for a while after this fantastic blowjob. She made Linda Lovelace look like an amateur. When the cum stopped shooting out of the head of my cock, she brought her mouth back up to the top of the shaft and lightly sucked my now purple mushroom while her hand stopped massaging my balls and began an up and down motion on my shaft. Karen sucked out everything liquid and kept the orgasm pleasure going at the same time. 

Her fingers stopped fucking my asshole but kept pressing on the prostate. The head was so sensitive but she was so gentle with it that I didn't mind that she kept up with the very light sucking and licking. She sucked really hard a couple of times and that caused me to jerk from the overpowering sensation but she immediately returned to the very light contact. When I could no longer stand the over sensitive sensations, I put my hand on the top of her head and advised her she could stop. She pulled her mouth off my shaft, removed her fingers from the backdoor, gave the head a light kiss and said 'thank you and I love you' to my cock. 

"That was the best cum I've ever had by mouth little one. You are amazing with that technique of yours. Why did you say 'thank you' to my dick?"




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 02b



Chapter 2b

(The Spirit Gods have spoken) 

*

"When we leave here, we will go into the woods and carry out your fantasy that you presented to me for consideration last night. Once the fantasy has begun, you will experience everything from beginning to end. There will not be a safe word and you will not be able to stop the scenario at any time. I promise you complete safety but you will endure any manner or means for however I may wish to use you. You may ask for mercy and I may allow you some but what we will be doing is finding and testing your limits. I may not concede to your request for mercy so use it very wisely if you should want to make that plea. You will be allowed to make any sounds indicating anything you may experience from ecstasy to agony, and everything in between, but you will not be allowed to speak other than asking for mercy or answering any question I may ask you. This will be the most intense test of trust you will experience this weekend. You will not be told what is coming next at any time. There may be ecstasy and there may be agony and you will accept any and all physical and sexual uses that your body is capable of providing for my pleasure. The only way you will make it through this fantasy that will be coming to life will be absolute faith in your trust and love for me, plus the faith and commitment you have in yourself and to yourself. When your part of the fantasy turned real life is over, we will continue on with my plans for you for the rest of the day. I can stop at any time by my choice. You will have no control over content or stopping any part of the content of your scenario. Beg me now and convince me that you both need and desire to endure this fantasy from the beginning to end."

"Master, I came to Sedona to be with you and to experience as many of my ignored and hidden away fears, fantasies and dreams as possible. I have read every one of your stories and knew in advance of the deep levels of training that you are capable of taking a submissive and a slave. My fantasies were very limited in scope and I was actually expecting you to make me explore my secret sexual needs and desires on a casual level. A little taste of everything kinky more or less. The kinkiest things I have ever done were danger sex and exposing my body in public with the possibility of being caught. The pictures of me that I sent you were a first. When I sent you a picture of my tits, or my pussy, or my ass, I got so hot I had to get myself off immediately. Every kinky act I completed was casual compared to what I have experienced so far this weekend. 

You have treated me with respect and with love every second I have been here. You have allowed me to search and discover a number of my secret desires on my own. You have allowed me to learn and not just receive. I was scared to death of what we were going to do. I had total faith and trust in you from the beginning and knew you would never hurt me in a sadistic manner. But, the possibility was always there in front of me and I was petrified when I got on the plane going to Flagstaff. My pussy actually dried up and locked itself shut for the entire flight. 

What I encountered was a Master that guided me with a firm hand but let me make many of the choices on the first day. We played, we learned, we searched, and we discovered more and more about my fantasies and desires.

You never forced me to do anything and you were never cruel to me. You were always firm and in command and it didn't take me long to realize that I needed and wanted to be commanded. It was thrilling beyond belief being submissive to your wishes and desires and to your pleasure. I quickly discovered how much I wanted to please and pleasure you and how wonderful it made me feel inside doing just that. Each activity we engaged in became more and more intense, with fun and normal activities between each adventure. The more we did this, the more the fantasies began to appear and I began to crave exploring them further. I experienced all of this in one single day. I hate and fear pain and vulnerability more than I can possibly describe, but you used both and taught me how to experience intense sexual arousal and orgasm. I could never have imagined having the most intense orgasm of my life from having my pussy whipped for a long period of time.

You asked me to create a scenario. I had quickly discovered a very important part of who you are as my Master, and that is your willingness to reward me with orgasms. I am aware, Sir, that I am a novice and I am fully aware that you wanted me to be exposed to submission without feeling overly threatened in the process. I have been learning about myself and I have also learned a great deal about you at the same time. I've known you for over 12 years and there is very little that I don't know about you. My trust and faith in you has always been there for all these years but, until this weekend, it was always assumed, but not experienced to such extreme. At least what I call extreme. It's all very basic to you I'm sure. What I have learned about you Sir, is that everything, without exception, that I have felt and believed in about you is absolutely true. And I love you so much more because of that.

I created the scenario I described to you for several reasons. It is my signature on the contract of my ownership by you, my Master. I am a novice, but you will teach me what I need to understand and experience. And the most important reason of all may be called a test by some, but which I see as a necessary revelation of our hearts. I need to fully understand and experience, as I would think most that are new to submission have a need to know, the limits to which I am willing and capable of reaching to bring my needs, desires, cravings, and fantasies to life and how responsibly you take me there. I beg you Sir to take me to the places I need to go as your submissive that won't change our relationship or how I live my everyday life in any way other than positive."

"Well, little one. That was a very thorough and a not unexpected response to what I had asked for from you. Your rapidly growing perception of submission is amazing and I am proud of you. I know what I am going to teach you, how it will help you learn what you really want to know, and I am not going to tell you anything in advance. The only hint that I'm going to give you is that I'm a firm believer in the fact that many submissives can learn their limits without fully experiencing them at that particular moment. It's not a test of how far I can take you in every situation. It is how far you need and desire to go and how willing you are to let me take you there. With that thought in mind, let's go play in the woods." 

We packed up everything, including any trash we had created, and headed back to the Hummer. Once at the car, I told her to get dressed, which was not a command I enjoyed giving. I asked Karen if she was hungry and she advised me that she was too nervous to be hungry. I gave her a bottle of water and told her to finish the entire container by the time we found a spot to begin our next adventure of the day. I had the Hummer out of the woods and on the road in no time at all and I began looking for a place on the other side of the road where I could park once again without attracting the one and only local Sheriff. 

About two miles further up the mountain, on the side that still faced Sedona, I found an old fire trail completely grown in with grasses and weeds. If I had blinked at that moment, we would have driven right past it. I stopped and backed up to the small break in the trees. I got out of the Hummer to check out the trail and to make sure that the vehicle would fit between the trees and the branches to avoid scratching the paint. It could get quite expensive returning a Hummer to the rental agency with scratches all over it. I didn't see any problem getting off the roadway and returned to the vehicle. I actually got it about fifty feet off road which put it completely out of sight. In typical western outlaw fashion, I returned to the entrance to the trail and roughed up all the grass and weeds again so that it looked just as unused as when I found it.

When I returned to the Hummer, Karen was standing next to it quite naked again with the exception of her shoes and socks, which were needed to walk through these woods. I stopped and looked at her from about twenty feet away and she looked gorgeous and almost innocent. With one look into her eyes, though, I found no innocence at all. I found anxiety and nervousness, but no innocence. 

"Are you ready to begin your adventure little one?"

"I absolutely am Sir." 

I went up to her and gave her a big hug and a long passionate kiss.

I handed her the smaller knapsack with all the toys and equipment I may or may not use during the next few hours. Just to make sure I didn't lose her, I had also hidden her cell phone in the bottom of the knapsack with the app running the GPS that allowed me to keep track of her location on my cell down to a few feet. I had put that in there when we were still back at the hotel as I knew there was a cell tower not too far away in direct line from where we now were on the mountain. She knew nothing about the phone because I had taken it out of her purse. I also handed her a small 'Boy Scout' compass that I had in my pocket.

"Do you know how to use one of these little one?"

"Sort of Sir."

"There is an arrow pointing directly toward the "E" on the outside of the compass. In the center is a floating arrow that will always point north. With the solid arrow on the "E" pointing straight out and away from you, you must turn your body, while holding the compass perfectly flat, until that floating arrow is pointing directly at the large letter "N". The solid arrow will now point in the direction you must walk to keep from getting lost or turned around in the woods. I want you to put your shorts and shirt in the pouch on the back of the knapsack just in case you need them for some unknown reason but I will always be close. You are not to handcuff yourself to the tree limb until you know or can sense that I am close enough to actually see you. If, for any reason necessary, you need to return, turn the solid arrow toward the big "W", turn until the floating arrow is on the "N" again, and follow the solid arrow until you reach this road and stand there until I find you. Do you understand all of this?"

"Yes Sir. I think I have the hang of it."

"I want you to do it now for both directions so I know for sure that you do everything correctly, with no mistakes."

Karen followed my directions and pointed herself to the east. She changed the solid arrow and pointed herself to the west. She changed it again and pointed herself back toward the east. 

"Are you a slow learner at anything cumslut?"

"No Sir. Not anything that I know of anyway."

"Check you knapsack for the items you will need at the tree you choose to use for the first part of this scenario. They should all be on the top."

"Yes Sir", she said as she bent down to the knapsack on the ground and gave me a very nice view of her pussy crack and her asshole.

"I have the spreader attached to a hook on the outside. On the inside there are my wrist and ankle cuffs, the remote vibrator set for my ass and my pussy, the handcuffs, the gag, and the blindfold. I have already finished off the bottle of water you gave me but there is another one inside that hasn't been opened yet. I also see two MRE's."

"That's enough little one." I didn't want her to find the cell phone too. 

"It looks like I am ready to go Sir. I have never walked into the woods naked Sir. This is getting me hot and horny and very excited."

"It's time to be on your way my little wood nymph. Do not touch yourself at any time. I will ask."

"No Sir. I promise I won't. I swear total obedience today, Sir, without fail."

With that last vow of obedience, Karen held up her compass and adjusted her direction slightly, and then slowly headed out into the unknown alone. Well.....Almost alone. The head start I gave her was the amount of time it took me to smoke a very short cigarette. 

For someone who has never walked naked and alone into an unknown forest showed a lot of courage. Knowing that she is going to attach her feet to a spreader bar, put two remote controlled vibrator eggs in her pussy and asshole, gag and blindfold herself, and then cuff her hands over a tree limb takes a whole lot more courage. But, doing all of this silently is a near total impossibility. 

I'm pretty good at 'stealth mode' but, even then, I make a noise every now and then. Karen sounded like a buffalo that had just smelled the scent of water over the next ridge. She was even softly singing to herself, probably to relieve the tension. She stepped on every dried twig on the trail, moved brush out of her way so it wouldn't scratch her skin, tossed several things off to the side of the path that sounded like dead branches, and made a frequent tapping sound, of which I had no idea what was making that sound. I moved up the path she has cleared in silence, about 100 yards behind her. All I had to do was follow the noise. I had the big backpack and had to be careful to not scrape a tree or any of the scrub brush.

The noise suddenly stopped ahead of me but I kept on moving toward her very slowly and quietly. In about two minutes, I could see Karen stopped under a tree that had a thick limb coming out of it that was at least a foot above her head. I watched her put her hands over each side of the limb and interlock her fingers to see if it was an acceptable height. I had my pocket camera out and set it on video and began recording everything she was doing.

I had a clear view of Karen but she would have a hard time seeing me, even if she knew exactly where I was at that moment. She was fascinating to watch. She stood there and slowly turned completely around in a full 360 turn. She was checking out all the details of the forest area around her, possibly looking for me, or just checking out the area for her own satisfaction. Then she decided to sit down on the ground. She chose her spot on a patch of wild grass and leaves. She had learned the consequences of sitting on dirt when naked and then having to get that dirt out of her asshole and cunt.

Karen had to know that I was watching her. It had actually been close to ten minutes already that she had been under the tree. She had no doubt in her mind that I wouldn't leave her alone anywhere near that long. As she sat there, she pulled her feet back to her ass, put both arms across her knees, and then put her chin on her forearms and just stared out into the distance. I was crouching behind a rock that was about two feet high so I slowly moved the camera into position on top of the rock with her directly in the center of the LED screen. I backed the zoom just a notch so that it still kept her centered but widened the view enough to include the tree limb too. I moved quietly to the side of the rock and sat down cross-legged with my elbow against the rock and my hand supporting the side of my head and just waited and watched.

I was accumulating questions for her in my mind that I was going to have to ask her. 'What were you thinking about?', 'why were you thinking in the first place?', and 'were you putting on a show for me?' 

Just as I was thinking about those questions, Karen stood up straight and began fondling her tits and pulling on her nipples. With one hand remaining on her left tit, the other slowly moved down her body until it was covering her pussy. She began masturbating very slowly. She even ran a finger between her labia and then put it in her mouth and made a show of licking it clean. At that moment, I knew she was putting on a performance for her Master. 

Karen knew better than to give herself an orgasm without my permission. She knew it would result in punishment. Even knowing that I was somewhere nearby watching her, she kept going at her clit at an increasing rate until she went over the edge and had a very obvious orgasm. I instantly realized that this wasn't disobedience of the deceiving kind, but an open request for me to punish her. 

At this point, Karen decided it was time to begin her requested performance for me. Sitting back down on the little grass and leaf patch with the knapsack beside her, she began her preparations. She attached the wrist and ankle cuffs very slowly and meticulously. She was enjoying every second of this production. When the cuffs were in place, she reached into a side pocket of the knapsack and pulled out two of the double ended clips and the spreader bar. She extended the spreader as far as it would go and locked it into place at the 40" mark and slowly clipped each end to the ring on each ankle cuff. She then produced her two favorite nipple clamps and carefully attached one to the base of each of her fully erect nips. With a tug on the chain to make sure they were on securely, she pulled out the penis gag. After licking and sucking on the fat little plastic prick, she inserted it into her mouth and pulled the straps behind her head where she fastened them together under her hair. 

I was thinking I was going to have to buy a trophy and award her with "The Best Performance by a Leading Actress". My cock has been at attention for most of the entire time I've been leaning against the rock. 

Standing up with the spreader bar was not an easy proposition. She made the most out of that performance too. On hands and knees, she slowly walked her feet forward until her ass was high in the air and showing plenty of asshole and pussy in my direction (did she finally figure out where I was hiding?) Karen walked her feet even further forward until the spreader bar was almost touching her wrists and she was bent completely in half. At this point, she slowly raised the top half of her body using her hands to grip her ass cheeks for support, which put her asshole and obviously wet pussy on even better display than they already were. I'm sure glad I was getting a video of the entire performance. It was a good one that we will watch many times together in the future.

Karen was finally standing up straight once again. I couldn't have even begun to pull off that maneuver without landing on my head. She was staring straight in my direction now with a huge smile on her face behind the gag and used both hands to lift up her tits and bounce them several times. I haven't moved an inch since the beginning of the show and I have no idea how she knows where I am. But she obviously does know. She had no trouble at all squatting a little and grabbing the knapsack. She pulled out the blindfold and the handcuffs and tossed the sack toward the base of the tree. She cuffed the ring on her right wrist, put the blindfold on, reached up over the tree limb with one hand on each side of the huge branch, and easily closed the other cuff through the ring on her left wrist. She walked her feet back about a foot which made her ass stick out more prominently as she arched her back and balanced her weight on the tree limb. She had her head bowed forward and would be looking straight at the ground without her blindfold. I decided to let her wait in silence.

The birds were chirping in full concert and an occasional unidentifiable sound could be heard way off in the distance. We weren't all that far into the woods but I knew for sure when a 'Pink Jeep' tour went by because I could hear the passengers ooooooing and awwwwwwing at the beautiful scenery. I even heard it take a pretty hefty bounce and several 'oh shit's' echo through the mountains. Karen remained unmoving and I did the same for about fifteen minutes. I had reached up earlier and stopped the video. I only had four spare batteries for the little camera. 




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 02b



The time had come to continue with the original scenario so I put the small camera in a side pocket of the backpack and slowly stood up. My muscles were cramped and every bone in my body creaked as I did that. Karen heard me. There was no way around that. Her head popped right up and looked straight in my direction. She had good hearing. I decided to forego the attempt at silence, picked up the backpack and headed in her direction. 

When I got to the base of the tree Karen was attached to, I set the pack down and began to slowly walk around her in a complete circle. Not a word was spoken but her head followed me as much as it could, in the position she was in, as I moved around her. When I was behind her, I squatted and got a close look at her pussy to see if it was obviously wet. It wasn't on the outside. I kept moving from spot to spot and just stared at her naked body for minutes at a time. Karen knew exactly what I was doing and she began to squirm a little after several minutes of being closely inspected. 

I pulled the Canon 50D out of its carrying case and stepped further away from her and began taking pictures of her helpless vulnerability. Karen knew the sound of the Canon and I saw her entire body relax. She knew it was me walking around her. Then again, there was that small little space in her brain that kept telling her that it might not be me. I took nearly 100 pictures from every angle from ground level to holding the camera up high and taking shots that looked downward on her position. I put the camera down on top of the backpack and slowly walked behind her and loosened the buckle of the penis gag and removed it from her mouth. I put my right index finger in her mouth and she sucked it with a passion. 

I walked behind her again and squatted down to look at her pussy and found her labia slightly apart and the wetness glistening around the entrance of her vagina. I loved how quickly and easily Karen could get so aroused. 

"What a nice surprise to be walking through the forest and finding a naked wood nymph spread wide open and attached to a tree limb."

She remained quiet as ordered but a huge smile appeared as she nodded her head up and down.

I touched the tip of each nipple for a couple of seconds. They were already erect. I then carefully pressed a finger onto the top of her clit hood without touching any other part of her body. I didn't move it around at all. I just held it in place and it was only a few seconds before I could feel the movement of her hidden cum triggering clitoris starting to respond. It normally takes a little more stimulation than what I was applying to get her clit to come out of hiding but it popped right up this time. I took my finger off and walked behind her again to check the condition of her pussy and found it beginning to leak its juices of arousal beyond the simple 'wetness' stage. I put my finger up to her vagina and pushed it all the way into her love canal. She wiggled her ass back and forth as I began pumping my finger in and out of her cunt. 

I added a second finger and I heard a low moan escape from her mouth. I turned both fingers so that they were facing downward toward her clit and the rest of her pussy and began to press on the wall of her vagina just inside of the entrance. A few strokes and then a press really got her ass in motion. The juices were pouring now and I added a third finger. Karen's arousal, at this point, was putting her entire body into motion and the moans of pleasure were nearly continuous. Each time I stopped the fucking motion to press on her special spot, the moans would increase in volume. I added a fourth finger and my hand went in all the way up to my thumb with very little resistance. I pushed all four fingers in and out very slowly at first so she could get used to having so much in her pussy at one time. I pumped and pressed for nearly five minutes. Whenever I thought she might be on the edge of cuming, I would stop the motion and just hold my hand completely still. When I felt her vagina relaxing its grip on my fingers, I would start again. 

I repeated this teasing several more times. Each time I stopped, a groan of disappointment would replace the moans of ecstasy. Every time I stopped, her ass would instantly start an up and down motion in an attempt to fuck my fingers to keep the orgasm level increasing. In her position of restraint, she had very limited ability in fucking my fingers but she tried anyway.

"Would my wood nymph like it if I put my entire hand inside of her?"

Karen's head nodded up and down like one of those 'bobble heads' you put on your dashboard or rear deck.

"That was a question little one. You can speak to answer any questions I ask you."

"Oh my God Master. Please, please, please put your entire hand in my cunt and fist fuck me until I explode, if that is what you want to do Sir."

"Well, my little wood nymph cumslut, I do want to fist fuck you but I'm not convinced yet that I will let you cum. We will see when we get to that point."

"Master please let me cum for you."

"That sounds an awful lot like you want to cum for your pleasure and not mine little one."

"I'm sorry Master. I want you to fist my pussy if that pleases you Sir. If you want me to cum for you I would be happy to do so. If you don't want me to cum, would be your choice and not mine Sir. I will accept whatever you choose for me to do."

"Now you sound like you're patronizing me."

"How should I say it Sir. I don't understand how you want me to answer your question."

"Tell me the truth."

"Master, I need to cum so bad and it will be so much more powerful with you watching me."

"That's a little better cumslut."

I pulled my fingers out of her and pushed my thumb back in to get it wet from her juices. My fingers were thickly covered with her slick wetness and I spread that as much as I could over the rest of my hand. With my fingers and thumb pressed together, I slowly began to push my entire hand into Karen's sopping wet vagina. I got up to the knuckles without any resistance. At that point, I began pushing my entire hand towards its goal. It was a push and stop procedure with no backing off. Little by little, her vaginal entrance spread open just a tiny bit more each time I pushed against her resistance. As she relaxed and allowed her pussy to spread wider and wider, the further the penetration of my hand. It took several minutes for her to accept my hand past the knuckles. All that was left was getting past the widest part at the base of my thumb. I began pushing harder and at a more rapid pace. When her vagina finally allowed my entire hand through the outer opening it almost sucked me inside of her. 

Karen hadn't stopped moaning since I had begun the final stage of getting my entire hand inside of her. As her pussy closed around the base of my wrist I asked her if she was OK.

"Oh....my....God, that feels sooooooo wonderful Master." 

I began a very slow pumping motion. I didn't want to hurt her or do any damage by going too fast. Caution takes precedence over force. The first thing I did was to slowly begin rotating my hand back and forth. I wanted Karen to have time to produce more juicy lubricant. It didn't take her long. I pushed further into her until I touched her cervix at the end of her passage. 

"Are you ready little one?"

"Yes Sir. Please do it."

I slowly closed my hand into a fist. My entire hand was inside of her with about two inches of my wrist included. When I pulled outward, almost her entire pussy pulled outward too. When I pushed inward, her pussy went back to it normal shape. With my fist closed, there wasn't any sliding in and out. Whichever direction my hand went, so did Karen's pussy and vagina. No matter what I chose to do, the moans of erotic arousal got louder and louder. She tried to be cautious about getting too loud but sometimes it got away from her as the flow of pure orgasmic buildup spread over her entire body. Her thighs began twitching as did her ass cheeks. I could feel the grip of her vagina on my hand clenching it hard and then relaxing for a second or two. Karen was about to go over the edge.

"Do you want to cum little one?"

"Yes Sir. May I cum now?"

"Do you actually deserve to cum or should I pull my hand out until you do?"

"I think I deserve to cum Sir, but only if you want me to. I have done everything you have told me to do. Do you think I deserve to cum Master?"

"I'm still thinking about it. You did get yourself off when I had ordered you not to touch yourself. I have it on video."

"That was a show for you Master. Please think quickly Sir. I am so close. I wish I could be sucking your cock as I cum Sir."

"That would be a little difficult at the moment cumslut. I have made my decision. Do you want to hear it?"

"Pleeeeease, Sir."

"Are you my submissive slut?"

"Oh yes Sir."

"Are you my property?"

"You are the owner of by entire being Sir." 

Karen was so close to the edge she had a difficult time getting that last sentence out of her mouth.

"I want you to slowly count out loud to twenty five. If I think you are going to cum before you finish, I will pull my hand out instantly. When you reach twenty five, you can cum."

Karen began counting. The higher the count, the shakier the numbers came out of her mouth. I increased the in and out pumping a little when she got to fifteen and her legs began to quiver. When she finally got to twenty five, I reached up with my other hand and squeezed her clit really hard.

For the second time in two days Karen went thermonuclear. She stood up on her toes and her entire body went rigid. Then her hips started jerking like she was being shocked with electricity. Her vagina clamped down on my hand and wrist like a vice and I could barely move inside of her. I switched from the in and out motion to rotating my hand as much as possible. When I began doing that, her entire body started shaking, twisting, jerking, and shuddering all at the same time. I stopped all movement with my hand but I kept up the squeezing of her clit, which now felt larger than at any other time since we arrived here in Sedona. I could actually feel tiny little spray jets of fluid hitting all over my hand. That was a first time for me and it was incredible. 

"AAaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" was the only sound escaping from her mouth. It started at a deep low pitch and rapidly worked its way up to a continuous high pitched release of her ecstasy as her orgasm continued on and on and on. The only pause was when she needed to take a breath. This orgasm didn't seem like it wanted to come to an end. Her body would suddenly relax for a few seconds and then went right back to twisting, shaking, jerking, and shuddering. I slowly began to pull my hand out of her but I still kept up the pace on her clit. My hand came out with a wet sloppy pop and her pussy went back to its normal position with the exception of her vagina, which stayed wide open for nearly a minute before closing shut. Her body began to calm down from her orgasm. I had no idea exactly how long it lasted but it sure did last longer than the big one she had yesterday during the pussy paddling session. I eased off the pressure on her clit and finally released it entirely. It remained erect and looked like it was the size of the end of my pinky finger.

At this point, her entire body collapsed forward as far as it could go when attached to a tree limb with her feet out behind her. I stood up and grabbed her around her waist and picked her up to straighten her stance. I left her like that for a second to pull the blanket out from the backpack and lay in on the ground. When I went around in front of her, Karen had tears flowing down her cheeks and dripping off of her chin. I told her that I was going to release her wrists from the cuffs and that I wanted her to put her arms over my shoulders and around my neck. She nodded her head to acknowledge what I wanted her to do.

I released the cuffs and Karen just fell against me as her arms went around my neck for support. I told her to hang on tight and I put one of my arms behind her back. I bent down enough to get my other arm under her legs just above the knees and picked her up. I knew I was going to pay for that action the next day but I really didn't care about that at the moment. I carried her over to the blanket and slowly squatted until I could lay her down gently. She wouldn't release her arms from around my neck so I just went with her. I reached down and cupped her pussy in my hand and massaged it lightly. I tried to avoid her still swollen clit but I did touch it now and then unintentionally. Each time I did, her entire body would jerk. I kissed her forehead and her nose and removed the blindfold. I kissed both eyes and then her mouth, which turned into a very long and deeply passionate tongue caressing event. I reached down to her ankles and opened the clips holding the spreader bar in place

Karen recovered fairly fast this time. We were soon sitting 'Indian Style' on the blanket with our knees touching. We shared in a bottle of water and split an MRE. MRE's (Meals Ready to Eat) are really very tasty. Even more so when that's all you've got to eat to begin with.

"I need to pee Sir."

"Lay on your back with your ass past the edge of the blanket and your legs spread wide and let the pee flow."

She did that and the pee began flowing in a powerful stream. When she was finished, I handed her a tissue from my pocket and she carefully wiped her pussy as clean as she could get it under the circumstances. 

"Tell me what you just experienced little one."

"Well, Sir. Every time you give me an orgasm that is stronger and longer than the previous strongest and longest orgasm that I could ever possibly experience, I am so absolutely overwhelmed with this wonderful physical and emotional fulfillment that I feel totally at one with the universe. That's from the philosophical point of view. In my new reality, I'm asking myself; 'How the Hell does he know how to do this to me?'" 

"It's not hard with a woman as responsive to erotic stimulation as you are. Misdirection also adds to the effectiveness. Making sure you were aware of my presence without words. Walking around you several times to let you know that I was inspecting your naked body. Letting you hear the camera clicking with each picture I took of your submission. I was touching your nipples or your pussy for just a second to let you know that I could do that at my leisure. All of this while you were fully expecting to be whipped, cropped, paddled and generally used for whatever I felt like doing to your naked restrained body seemed to work well in getting your body touch sensitive.

What we are going to do now is put you back into restraints and let you make suggestions as to what you want me to do with you. The scene that you convince me that you really want, I may provide for you. As a warning, don't make a suggestion that doesn't demonstrate your need for submission. That will allow me to double or triple what you suggest or do something else of my choosing. I'm going to allow you to prove to me, beyond all reasonable doubt, that you are a true submissive and that you are an owned slave as the collar that you put on signifies. During this scenario only, I will allow you to say 'yellow' if you need a break and 'red' if you need to stop completely. You will not be punished for either and we will continue on with our trip into the woods. Do you have any questions little one?"

"There are a ton of thoughts going through my head but nothing is forming into a question right now. Please Master; make sure you take good care of me. That's all I ask Sir."

"I will always be there to take care of you little one. No matter where you are, all you have to do is call and ask."

"Thank you Sir. I'm ready when you are."

"Anxious little slut aren't you?"

"Of course I am Sir. I'm with you."

I haven't yet decided what Karen is afraid of the most. The anxiety of the unknown that she was going to experience next, failing herself, or failing me in her quest of submission. I don't think she realizes yet that the quest is over. She is, without a doubt, a submissive. Instinctual obedience and understanding her changing limits is the present agenda.

"Get everything packed away after you find the remote vibrator eggs and hand them to me. You will leave your wrist and ankle cuffs on until after we return to the hotel room. They may be required to be worn no matter where we go for the remainder of the trip. I will decide that when the time comes."

"Yes Master," flowed from her lips in what I would call a 'kitten voice'.

She was speaking and purring at the same time.

"Before you fold up the blanket, I want you to lie on your back and pull your knees up to your chest. Hold each leg behind your knees and spread them out enough to give me easy access to your pussy and asshole."

"Yes Sir."

When Karen was in position, I had her suck each egg to cover it with her saliva. When she was finished getting them both all slicked up and wet, I slowly pushed one egg into her vagina and the other into her ass, both at the same time.

Her vagina was still a little stretched from the fisting so that egg went in without any resistance at all. Pushing the egg into her anal opening took a little extra time to find its place in her rectum. I flicked the switch on each egg for a second to see if they were working OK and watched her overly sensitive body do a few jumps and jerks in response. 

"Put on your socks and shoes and stand up at attention my little slut slave."

"Yes Master."

I handed her the knapsack she had brought with her and she put her arms through the straps and centered it on her naked back. I took the dog leash out of my backpack and clipped it onto the ring at the front of her collar. I also handcuffed her wrists in front of her this time.

"We are going to take a slow leisurely walk further into the woods and see what Mother Nature has waiting for us little one. We will talk as we walk."

"Yes Master. That would be nice."

I led off slowly with the leash running back over my shoulder and Karen following at the other end. I didn't wait any longer than ten steps before I gave full power on both of the eggs inside of her. She responded with; "Oh Shit" and I felt the leash tighten as she lost her pace. When I turned to look at her, the egg in her pussy popped out.

"I know your cunt is ultra sensitive because of having my fist inside of it but you are going to have to use better control cum slut. Can you keep the egg inside of you on your own or do I need run a strip of duct tape between your legs to hold both of them inside of you?"

"Please Sir. I can keep them inside of me on my own."

"Don't tell me that just because that's what you think I want to hear. There is no penalty if you choose the duct tape, other than when I decide to pull it off. There will be a penalty if we have to stop again to put the egg back into your pussy."

"I would like to try to control the muscles inside of my vagina enough to hold the egg in myself Sir."

"OK. It's your choice. If it pops out again, you will get five strokes of the riding crop where ever I feel like placing them on your body."

"Yes Sir. I understand. I still want to try on my own. Will I still have the option of the duct tape if I don't succeed Sir?"

"We will see little one."

We started off again on what seemed to be a natural trail that kept us going in a straight direction directly away from where the Hummer was parked. Even though I had the GPS locater, I didn't want to get us too far off of a simple straight line back to where we began.

"I'm going to turn the eggs on again cum slut. I'm going to alternate back and forth between the two of them for 30 seconds on full power. Are you ready?"




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 02b



"Yes Sir. I think so Sir."

I kept walking slowly, the leash over my shoulder pulling Karen along at exactly my pace, and turned the eggs on to their lowest power. Every few steps, I would up the speed to the next setting. There were ten in all. It took nearly a full minute to get to the tenth setting. Just before hitting number ten, I stopped and turned to watch Karen as she jerked and twisted to the intense stimulation of number nine. She had kept the egg in her pussy as promised. 

"Finger your clit slut. And keep fingering it after I turn the eggs onto number ten. You are not to cum for any reason. Do you understand slut?"

"Yes Sir. I'm ready to cum now Sir. I don't know if I can stop it if you go to number ten Sir."

"You will stop it. You are my submissive slave and I am telling you to stop it. That is a direct order and you are to obey me no matter what I tell you to do. Is that understood slave cunt?"

"Yyyyes, Sir."

I pushed the slide control to ten and watched Karen's entire body shake and shudder in her efforts to stop the orgasm that was close to taking over all control of her body. She didn't stand a chance of holding off the explosion that was about to engulf her entire body. She might have succeeded in doing that if only the eggs were involved. Ordering her to finger her clit made that a total impossibility. I knew she wasn't going to make it anywhere near the 30 seconds required. It's easy to tell when Karen is only moments from orgasm when she is standing up. Her knees start to bend slightly and she leans forward a little. Then, just before going over the edge, her entire body freezes motionless for just a second prior to the explosion of sexual release. At that moment, I turned off the eggs and pulled her hand away from her pussy. Her body stayed frozen and her eyes opened in wide amazement that I would do such a thing. Her body stayed motionless as if deciding what to next.

"DO NOT CUM."

While still staring at me in total confusion, her knees straightened up, as did her upper torso.

"DO NOT CUM."

I could see the battle going on in her body through her eyes as she stared at me, totally unmoving. She finally let out a long slow breath and I could see her body relax somewhat as she backed away from the edge of the abyss. 

"I told you not to cum slut, and you obeyed. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you Sir. I don't know how I stopped the orgasm. I just kept hearing you telling me not to cum and obeying you became the most important thing in the world at that moment. Why did you stop me from orgasming Sir?"

"I did that to prove to you that I control you and that I own you completely. I can't imagine what it took for you to stop yourself from cuming, but you did. You obeyed me at a moment when obedience was the very last thing on your mind. That proves to the both of us that your obedience is now coming from desire rather than need only."

"I'm not sure of the difference Sir."

"Up to this point, my little cum slut, your obedience has been a rule, a requirement, a slave mandate, a powerful inner need. Obedience has been something you needed to experience. When you rebelled against obedience, you were punished. And then you discovered that you wanted to be punished. Isn't that true?

"I don't know about that Sir. I don't think I want to be punished."

"Do you want to be my submissive slave?" 

"Oh yes Sir. More than anything I have ever wanted in my life."

"Do you want to be owned?"

"Yes Master. I am wearing your collar proudly and you own me completely."

"Since I own you, what can I do with you?"

"You can do anything you want with me Sir."

"Do you like being owned? 

"Of course I do Sir. That is why I cherish your collar and the trust you have given me to wear it and to understand what it means to have it locked around my neck."

"Do you truly understand that your only purpose in being my owned submissive slave is to provide me with any pleasure I desire?"

"I do Sir."

"I must assume from that acknowledgement that you absolutely need and desire to please me, to be my slut whore, to be my own personal cum slut, and to be my fuck slave. I must also assume that you have a passionate desire, a craving desire, to please me and to pleasure me in any way that I may choose or command of you."

"That is so absolutely true Sir."

"Then you must also already understand that if I desire to whip you or punish you, or cause you pain, humiliation, or embarrassment in any manner of my choosing, than you deeply desire, even crave, to be the subject of my desires as a means of pleasing me."

"You are getting awfully deep in the direction you are going in Sir."

"I'll demonstrate this concept in a more practical manner." I unlocked her cuffs. "Remove your knapsack and assume position #1 with your legs spread extra wide for me slave."

While Karen was doing this, I also removed my backpack and retrieved a riding crop.

"I want to use this crop on various parts of your body cum slut. You have been spoiled rotten by too many orgasms and not enough discipline that all submissive sluts need to learn. This is going to please me to teach you some discipline."

Over the next couple of minutes, the crop landed on each of her ass cheeks five times. They left five very distinctive red marks the exact same shape as the tip of the crop. They were hard snapping strokes and caused a loud SMACK to echo through the woods with each impact. Karen yelled out in pain and tried to twist her body away from the source of the pain. Tears were running down her face in a steady stream. I ran a hand softly over each beautiful cheek of her ass and I could feel the heat rising to the surface. After soothing her now very red ass, I ran my hand between her legs and cupped her mound. I let a finger slide between the outer lips of her pussy and found an abundance of wetness inside of her folds. 

"Did you enjoy the touch of the crop little one?"

"No Sir. Well....maybe a little."

"What is 'maybe a little' supposed to mean pain slut?"

"Well.....Master. The first few took me by surprise at how hard you hit me. Then my mind suddenly shifted into an acceptance mode and I knew it was giving you pleasure to smack my ass cheeks with your crop. I liked that Master. When I suddenly realized that, I had no trouble standing still and I let the pain of the impacts flow through my body Sir. I enjoyed that."

"Would you enjoy receiving ten more strokes pain slut?"

"Yes Sir, I would. Only if that is what you want to do to me Sir."

"It is little one. Except this time you will count each stroke and say thank you for each one."

This time I put two strokes on each cheek and three on each of Karen's upper inner thighs. She counted each one and thanked me for every stroke. 

"Is there any other place on your body that you think would please me to apply the crop?"

"Yes Sir."

"And where would that be pain slut?"

"Please use my tits, Sir."

"Are you trying to prove something to me or do you really want me to use the crop on your tits?"

"I really want you to use the crop on my tits Master. I'm pretty sure that you want to and, because of that, I want you to do it too Sir."

"Let me be sure of this for the record. Is this a need that you have, is it part of your quest to experience submission, or do you truly desire having your tits whipped with the crop?"

"A little bit is need. A little more is my submission. But it is an overwhelming craving desire that I have for you to use the crop as hard as you want on my tits so that I can feel the pleasure of pleasing you Master."

To say the least, I was a little surprised at her responses to my questions. This wasn't a case of causing her pain for her to convert into an orgasm. This was a case of pain and punishment to demonstrate my complete control of her and Karen was asking me to carry it out for both of our pleasures.

"Turn and face me slut. Keep your legs spread wide apart. I want you to put your arms behind your back and use each hand to grip the opposite forearm. I want your chest pushed out as far as you can so that your gorgeous tits stand up and out to their fullest. You will again count each stroke, thank me, and then ask for another harder stroke. Do you understand pain slut?"

After turning and positioning herself as ordered she said: "Yes Sir."

I cupped her pussy again and it was still wet inside. I stepped back and observed that her nipples were standing out fully erect. I wanted a picture of that so I pulled my pocket camera out and snapped a few pictures of both her tits standing up proud with nipples to match.

I gave her ten strokes. They weren't quite as hard as the strokes on her ass cheeks but they were still harder than any others that she had received over the past two days. I landed the crop tip on the tops, bottoms, and both sides of each of her tits and the last two went directly onto the tips of each nipple. She didn't miss a single count, thank you, or request for another stroke that was even harder than the last. Tears were again flowing down her face but this time her eyes were closed and she was bouncing like she desperately needed to pee. She had moaned loudly with each impact of her nipples but had not done so with any of the others. When her eyes opened, she looked very lovingly into my eyes and silently mouthed the words 'thank you Master'.

"Did that turn you on slut?"

"Yes Master. The pain started flowing into my pussy."

"Then I would assume again that you are enjoying being punished."

"I guess you could say that Sir."

"Why the sudden change from what you stated earlier about not liking punishment to what you just now told me?"

"I was afraid to tell you that I wanted you to punish me."

"And why were you afraid when you know and accept ownership by me?"

"I was afraid you would do it Sir."

"Now you are confusing me slut. Explain yourself more clearly."

"Your wanting to own me is an honor and a privilege. I want to be your owned submissive slave more than you can imagine. I am a novice Sir. I understand so little of what all this ownership and submission involves, and to the extent it can evolve, but the first reaction by my untrained mind is often fear. There are times when my feelings aren't very submissive when my needs and desires are Sir. Do you understand what I'm trying to explain to you Master?" 

"I understand completely. Would you like ten more strokes pain slut?"

"Yes Master. I would if you wish to give them to me Sir."

I gave her ten more. They were not nearly as hard and none were on her nipples. She kept count, said her required thank yous, and asked for more in a very sexy voice with a slight smile on her lips. Her tits were as red as tomatoes and I could feel even more heat coming from her skin then I did on her ass cheeks. I lightly massaged both of her mounds and lightly squeezed each nipple several times. They had stayed erect the entire time. I took a few more pictures of her now very red tits and a few more of her still very red ass cheeks. 

I sat down on large rock next to the barely visible trail and told Karen to stand directly in front of me with her pussy only a foot from my face.

"I want you to masturbate again cum slut. When you feel an orgasm beginning to form you are to tell me. When you are near the edge, you will beg me for permission to cum. You will not cum without permission or you will receive continuous strokes with the crop and the rubber paddle for an entire hour without a pause. Do you understand me slut."

"Yes Master. I would never cum without your permission Sir, unless it's for a special reason for you."

Karen lowered one hand to her cunt and began to softly stroke the outer lips and over her clit. It didn't take long for her finger to disappear inside of her labia and I could distinctly hear the squishy sound of a very wet pussy being played with. She was soon running two fingers over her clit, into her cunt, and then into her very wet vagina. I could clearly see her clit swelling up and pushing its head out from under the thick protective hood. It was then that I decided to replace the fake clit ring with a real one but I wouldn't do that unless she gave her approval. Maybe we would do that tomorrow. I had a piercing kit in my suitcase if needed.

"Your pussy is sounding really sloppy wet cum slut. Are you getting heated up nice and hot slut?"

"Yes Sir. I am just beginning to feel an orgasm building behind my clit and all over my pussy."

I could see the wetness of her juices beginning to flow out of her vagina and I could also smell the very strong sent of her excitement. Her scent was intoxicating and I loved inhaling her essence.

"Master, I am getting very close to the edge now. May I cum for you Sir?"

"Ask me again when you are right on the very edge slut."

"Yes Sir."

Her fingers were a blur of up and down action in her slit. Up to her clit and down into her cunt hole at high speed. Her fingers were soaked and dripping fluids on the ground.

"Please Sir. I am on the edge. I'm going to cum. Please let me cum Sir. Please Sir. I need to cum."

When her knees bent just a little and she began to lean forward, I ordered her not to cum and I grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her hot wet and very red pussy. She didn't cum but a long frustrating groan did come out of her mouth.

"We're not here to please you slut. That just cost you ten strokes of the crop on your clit and cunt. You seem to be under the impression that I should let you cum whenever you are on the edge of an orgasm. If it pleases me not to let you cum then it damn well better please you to obey those wishes without moaning and groaning about it. That only tells me that you are more concerned about pleasing yourself and not so concerned about pleasing your Master. I don't think you are ready yet to be owned."

"Oh my God Master. Please forgive me. I am so sorry. It just came out of my mouth and I had no control over it Sir. I promise I won't let that happen again Sir. Please forgive me. Please let me make it up to you Sir."

"You can stay in that position but spread your legs even wider apart."

I reached into my backpack and brought out the long thin rubber paddle.

"The only sound I want to hear from your mouth is the count of the strokes on your cunt. Nothing else is acceptable. If I hear any other sound, I will add 25 very hard strokes."

"I understand Sir."

I stood in front of Karen and underhanded ten strong strokes of that rubber terror paddle onto her clit and cunt. She counted off the numbers. When I reached ten she must have assumed it would stop but I kept right on going and didn't stop until she shouted out 25. 

"That's what I meant when I told you yesterday that I can use pain to create an orgasm or I can use it for punishment. How has your body reacted to pain only?"

"Master, my boobs are on fire and my pussy hurts like Hell. The paddle kept landing on my clit but it stayed swollen and every stroke sent shockwaves of pain through my entire body. You promised you wouldn't hurt me Sir, but you have. I'm confused."

"Before I respond to that statement little one, please explain to me why your nipples are fully erect and as hard as rocks, your clit is swollen and standing up like it's ready for more, and your cunt is so wet that most of the loud smacking sounds of the paddle were because it was landing on a surface of skin that was soaked in your fluids."

"I don't know Sir. Maybe it's because I'm standing stark naked in the woods in the middle of a desert with a fully clothed man. Maybe it's because you won't let me cum. Maybe it's because I love the thought of being owned by you and used for whatever pleases you Sir. Maybe it's because I want you to fuck me until my insides are as raw as my outsides. I don't know why my nipples and clit are standing up erect. I don't know why my juices are flowing. I just don't know."

Karen sat down on the ground and the tears began to flow. I watched for a minute as her crying turned into shaking and her hands made motions in front of her as if she were talking to someone. When she turned her face up to mine I could see the pleading in her eyes for me to give her the answers she needed so desperately. I saw confusion and vulnerability in her eyes. I knew right then that the initial search and discovery period was over. She was now starting to understand the meaning of her secret fantasies and personal fears. The fantasies were becoming a reality. Her fears were becoming desires. Her discoveries were becoming needs. She knew in her heart that she was a submissive with a craving to be owned by her Master. She was fighting that acceptance of herself tooth and nail right to the very last moment before letting go and jumping that very last hurdle that was just barely holding her back from what she so deeply desired and needed to become.

I went over and sat down on the ground next to her and put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to me. Karen's head pushed into my chest and she just kept crying while I held her. She finally looked up at me and spoke between the sobs.

"I love you Master."

"I love you too little one."

"Will you always want to own me?"

"Nothing could ever change that my pet."

"Then I am yours forever?"

"Yes."

The last hurdle fell.

"Can we go back to the hotel now Sir?"

"Yes we can little one." 

"What are we going to do for the rest of today and tomorrow?"

"We are both going to have a lot of fun playing with your new found acceptance."

"That sounds so wonderful Master."

"There is one more thing Master."

"And what would that be?"

"May I cum now?"

"No."

We walked slowly back to the Hummer. I walked behind her and let her guide us with the compass. I told her that if she missed the Hummer by more than a hundred feet in either direction, I would whip her ass cheeks with the rubber paddle while she was standing bent over in the middle of the road. I could see that the redness of both cheeks was nearly gone and told her so. Either she is a Girl Scout or has a photographic memory because we came out of the woods directly next to the Hummer. She gave me a really huge smile.

"That was an excellent job of direction finding little one."

"Thank you Sir."

"I want you completely naked now. Throw your socks and shoes into the car and stand in the slave position in the open area behind the Hummer."

"Yes Master," she said as the socks and shoes were tossed and Karen positioned herself as ordered.

"Do you like being naked like this?"

"For you Sir, I most certainly do."

"Do you like it when I take pictures or videos of your submission to me?"

"Oh, yes Sir."

"Do you realize that your entire future life could be ruined if those pictures were used irresponsibly or on the internet?"

"I do Sir but I trust you completely."

"Do you enjoy it when I inspect your body very closely?"

"That's even better than just standing naked in front of you Sir."

"Do you like spreading your cheeks and showing me your asshole?"

"I enjoy showing you any part of my body that you wish to look at Master."

"Is there anything we have done that you don't like my little slut?"

"I didn't like the extreme pain of the whipping Sir. But at the same time, I did."

"Make up your mind slut. You either liked it or you didn't like it. Which is it? You won't be punished for your answers at any time I ask you questions about how you feel, what you like, or what you experienced. Just speak the truth. You will be punished if you don't speak the truth at any time."

"I liked it Sir. I kept thinking about the orgasm you gave me in the hotel room while you were paddling my pussy Sir. The pain this time was many times worse Sir, but at the same time, it flowed through my body and became extremely arousing. My nipples stayed hard, my clit throbbed, and my pussy kept getting wetter and wetter. But especially when you used the paddle between my legs."




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 03a



I was driving the Hummer back down the mountain and revisiting every rock, boulder, and pothole in the road. They bounced us all over the place just as they had when we were on our way up the road earlier that morning. Karen was silent and seemed to be in another place in her head. 

"What are you thinking so hard about little one?"

My voice jerked her out of her secret space and brought her back to the reality of being here with me as I navigated around the worst of the obstacles in the road.

"Huh. Oh. I was just thinking about earlier."

"Don't be difficult little one. What exactly were you thinking about?"

"Master, I was thinking about what you said when we were in the woods. You said something about trying to turn one of my many fantasies into reality tomorrow. I was also thinking about what you said concerning my having a choice about real piercings. And, I was thinking the most about why you didn't choose to keep me in the woods a lot longer than you did. We still had what's left of the afternoon."

"Did you want me to keep you in the woods a lot longer?"

"Yes Sir. I did. There was so much more I could have performed for you and so many more things you could have done to me for your pleasure."

"Now this is a complete reversal little one. You started off this day as a very nervous novice submissive, unsure of yourself in your ability to please me, fearful of what I would do to you or have you do for me, and totally afraid of the possibility that you would be a failure. Now you are telling me that I didn't do enough. That's one hell of a switch cum slut."

"It is, isn't it Sir." Karen was laughing as she said those words.

"Can you tell me why the sudden change in your desires little one?"

"I don't know if I can exactly Master. When you were using the crop on my tits, I started enjoying what you were doing to me. When you were using the rubber paddle on my pussy, something changed in my head. I thought you were going to stop when I counted out ten but you kept going. Somewhere between 11 and 25, I suddenly didn't want you to ever stop. I felt real disappointment when we reached 25 and you did stop. I really wanted you to keep going and going. I was hoping that you would go to 50 or even 100 or more. I can't explain it Sir. My body was turning the pain of the paddle impacts into pure erotic pleasure. The word 'Owned' kept going through my head over and over again. It was such a rush Master. I suddenly realized that the greatest pleasure I have ever experienced in my life was coming from being totally and absolutely controlled by you. I wanted you to do anything you wanted to me, no matter what it was or what I would have to perform or endure. I realized that an orgasm is something that you give me as a reward instead of something I automatically receive after every lesson in submission that you are teaching me. 

I realized that being denied an orgasm only means that I have to try harder to earn it Sir. I finally realized that my only purpose is to please you no matter what I have to do to accomplish that. And 'Owned' kept flowing through my thoughts without a pause. I am 'Owned' by you Master and what a fantastic and wonderful feeling that word gave me. I am your property. You can do anything you want with me. You can use me in any way for your personal pleasure. You told me right from the beginning that I would learn to feel pleasure when I was pleasing you and that so absolutely happened when you were using the crop or paddling my pussy and tits. How or why I don't know Sir. It just happened. I am 'Owned'. I love that thought. I need it. And I don't ever want to be anything but 'Owned' by you Master for the rest of my life. There. I've said it. And that is the absolute honest truth Sir. It comes from my heart and my soul."

"Are you finished with the searching and making new discoveries little one?"

"No Sir. I'm not finished at all. I'm just beginning. What I am finished with is the reluctance to make the search and the fear of what I might discover. For the first time, I am totally into the anticipation of what you have planned for me next. I am so excited about what you said concerning my experiencing one of my fantasies tomorrow and not having the slightest idea of which one you are talking about. I've told you so many over the past few years and several more since we met in Flagstaff. I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight thinking about that Sir."

"You will sleep just fine little one, because you know that fantasy, that I hopefully can put together on such short notice, is one that will bring you a great amount of pleasure. This last day of this trip together is going one that we will both enjoy. I want you to know that being submissive or being owned is not always one sided. It won't be with me anyway. Some Masters are much different in regards to how they treat their submissive slaves. It all depends on how they view their reward system. Mine is very much in your favor when I know that you have done everything you can to earn it."

"Thank you Sir. That's another reason why I love you so much."

"While we are on the subject of what I said earlier, as far as the choice of having three piercings goes; I want you to remember a few things first, before you make any decision. The first is that you can always remove the piercings, if you chose to have them, if you find that they interfere with your normal life. When you return home tomorrow evening, I do not expect you to live your life away from me as an owed slave waiting for her next meeting with her Master. I am giving you an order not to change your home life in any way, or any other part of your life, when you are not with me. A woman as gorgeous as you are most certainly has male admirers, I'm sure you have dates and I'm sure you enjoy sex with some of them. You are not to alter that part of your life in any way what-so-ever. I don't want to know about it. I don't want you to feel guilty about it. I want you to enjoy it to the fullest at all times. You are not betraying me in any way by having a good romp in the hay with another man. The only way you can betray me is when you are with me or when we talk to each other by phone or on the webcam and you fail to honor you commitment to me as my submissive, and, by the way, my 'owned' submissive when we are together every 3-4 months. To not honor these wishes and to not live your life to its fullest would be a betrayal to yourself which could easily terminate our relationship. Do you absolutely understand what I am telling you so far little one?"

"Yes Master. I completely understand what you are saying."

"As for the choice of ring piercings, if you chose to have them, keep in mind that you are going to have to eventually explain them during a sexual encounter sometime in the near future. I would love to have a recording of that explanation. That would probably turn out to be one hilarious video."

I started laughing out loud just thinking about that. Karen joined in and we laughed together the rest of the way down the mountain and into town.

We went through a Carl's Jr. drive through and got burgers and drinks to take to the hotel. We arrived a few minutes later and went up to our suite. I unlocked the door and walked in. Karen remained one step outside of the door and stripped naked, throwing what few clothes she wore behind the door and asked permission to enter. As far as I could tell, she never once even bothered to check to see if anyone was around who might possibly see her in all her naked glory on the second floor balcony. She just did it, as required, and entered when I gave her permission to do so. 

We were both pretty dirty from our day's adventure and we both rushed to the all glass shower stall in the bathroom. We washed each other thoroughly and then got into the hot tub together and soaked away the aches and pains of our trip. It is a big hot tub and we were facing each other from opposite sides. I put my toes against her pussy and she used her foot to lightly massage my very hard cock. We did that for a half hour. We talked about things other than what we had done that day. We laughed and told dirty jokes. And we teased each other just a little.

"Master, after we get dried off, can we snuggle for awhile in the nice warm bed? I also want so much to suck your cock and play with your balls until you shoot a nice load of hot creamy cum into my mouth for me to taste and swallow. I want to watch the pleasure you feel when I am sucking on your hard dick and I so much want to watch you cum for me. Will you let me do that Sir?" "Of course you can little one. I would like that very much."

"I would like to make one other request too Sir."

"And what would that be?"

"Can we make long passionate love together before we go to sleep tonight?"

"That is already on my agenda my little slut whore."

When we finally made it to the bedroom after drying off and eating our now cold burgers, we snuggled together under the covers and just thoroughly enjoyed each other's warmth. Karen is so soft she just melts into my body. She began kissing me all over my face and neck and then began working down to my chest. She paused to suck on my nipples, which she knows are very sexually stimulating when she does it right. She worked her way down to my lower abdomen and laid her head on my stomach and just stared at my now very, very hard cock. She didn't touch it but just stared straight at it while she ran her hand all around my hips, thighs and finally my ball sack. She used her fingertips at first and then used a very soft massaging motion with her hand and fingers combined. 

Karen is an expert at doing this teasing thing she loves to do. She used only her fingertips to hold each tentacle and very lightly squeeze it without hurting it in the least. As she held both balls in the palm of her hand, her head suddenly moved down to them and she began licking each one and sucking each one into her mouth and playing with it with her tongue. She did this for a very long time. I remained silent and watched every move she made with my head propped up on two thick pillows. Just as any man would, I wanted her to get to the cock sucking as quickly as possible, but I restrained myself from opening my mouth and saying anything and just enjoyed her technique. This was Karen's production from beginning to end and I knew it without any doubt. There are times when a Master must give up his control and let his slave do her own thing. This was one of those times.

Karen put her head back down on my stomach again and began running just one finger up and down my rock hard shaft. She pressed a little harder when moving up to the edge of the mushroom tip and much softer when going back down. She would pause at the special spot where orgasms were created each time and make tiny little circles. 

"Why does you cock leak the clear fluid out of its hole in the tip Master?"

"That's to let you know that you are getting it all hot and bothered little one."

"I've always wondered about that. The fluid is very slippery but there is not enough to use as a lubricant for very long and the fluid dries up very quickly. I want to taste just one drop."

She ran her finger up my shaft again and pushed out a large drop of the clear pre-cum fluid and licked it off with the tip of her tongue.

"It tastes different that your cum does Master. I want more of it."

With that, Karen spent the next 15 minutes running two fingers from my cock tip, down over my balls, and then back up to the tip again. Every third or fourth round trip she would press a little harder on my shaft and push out more of the clear pre-cum fluid and lick it up with her tongue. She was enjoying this and I was going nuts. 

Then I felt her tongue staying at the source of the pre-cum leak and felt her trying to push it into the hole that was smiling at her the entire time. Now her thumb and forefinger were in a tight circle around my engorged cock and she began a slow up and down motion on the lower part of my shaft. Karen decided to shift her position at that point. She pushed my legs wide apart and got down between them so that she was looking down at my hard cock. She began using her tongue to do what her fingers had been doing for so agonizingly long. She would suck one ball and then slowly travel all the way up and over the tip, scooping up any more pre-cum that might have appeared. When I finally felt her mouth take in the entire tip of my cock, I actually jumped. I was so into the licking that that took me by complete surprise. She sucked and released. Then sucked and released again. She did this over and over again for what seemed like a hundred or more times. She had me all worked up but the beginning of an orgasm had not even appeared yet. 

Karen is good at this. Better than any woman I have ever encountered. She is unbelievable when it comes to playing, teasing, stimulating, and making a cock cum at her will and desire. Her entire mouth soon began making an up and down motion over the head of my very red and sensitive rod. I could feel, and see, my cock beginning to go further into her mouth little by little. Her eyes were constantly looking up at mine. She can smile and suck cock at the same time. As my shaft began to slick up with her saliva, her hand began to follower her mouth up and down. She tightened the grip of her thumb and forefinger every time it passed over the rim of my cockhead and the special nerve center on the outward side of the rim. She was taking my cock deeper and deeper until I felt it touch the back of her throat. At this point, I was beginning to build up to a missile launch of cum cream. She even let my cock head into her throat without gagging at all. She didn't let it stay there. She only let it poke in for a second and then continued to back off the shaft until she was all the way back to the tip. Then, when her mouth was at the tip, her thumb and finger squeezed the rim a little harder with each trip down and back. She had my cock thoroughly soaked and slippery wet at this point. She took my shaft out of her mouth and jerked me off with her hand, squeezing the tip harder and harder with each pass. 

This put my orgasm in motion. My cock started swelling up even more than it already was and she knew that I was near the edge of a monstrous cum. My dick had never been played with like this for so long. I could see the head turning a deeper red color and so could Karen. My hips began to bounce up and down each time her hand passed over the rim and I would push toward her. I was going to cum at any second. Her mouth went back over the top half of my cock while her hand kept up the jerking off motion on the lower half and she began sucking like a Hoover. She put her other hand between my legs and began massaging and squeezing my balls as she held them in her palm. The orgasm kept building and Karen kept sucking, jerking my dick, and squeezing my balls. That did it for me. I began moaning as I felt my cum shooting up my shaft and blasting into her mouth. I shot more loads of cream than I have ever done in my life. My hips bucked into the air and her head matched each of my upward thrusts with each explosion of cum. Finally, the sensations became too much for me and I put my hand on the back of her head. She immediately began slowing down and easing back on the grip and the sucking power. 

When my orgasm was finally over, Karen did something that no other woman has ever done with me. She moved her body up over mine and, with my head still propped up by the pillows, I watched her open her mouth just enough to let a huge amount of white creamy cum slowly flow off the end of her tongue and onto my chest. When all of it had drained out, she smiled at me and, with her eyes locked onto mine, she lowered her head down and licked up every last drop of my love juice and swallowed it.

"I want more cum to drink Master."

"There isn't any left little one."

"Will you make more for me Sir?"

"I'm working on that right now cum slut."

"Ummmmmmm, I am an addicted cum slut."

Karen pulled the covers back up over us and snuggled tightly against my chest. I set the alarm and we napped for two hours. We both woke up refreshed and ready to start the evening's activities.

Even though we were still on the second day of our trip, I consider the moment we drove down the mountain as the end of 'Day Two' and the beginning of 'Day Three'. She was now going to put everything she has learned about herself to practical use beginning this evening. We will spend the next 24 hours going out, shopping, sightseeing, playing with each other, and otherwise doing whatever we feel like doing at any time. But, Karen will be my submissive the entire time. She will be my submissive no matter where we are or what I tell her to do. We are going to test out how naturally she is able to assume her role and perform it in public or private. There won't be any punishments for doing something wrong. I will still be using our toys whenever I feel like using them. When I do, it will not be done as a lesson. If I chose to do something, it will be done because she is my sub/slave and I own her and I want to do it. And she will respond to my every wish or command for the very same reason. That is the plain and simple truth of the matter. Karen is going to live the role she came here to learn about for the next 24 hours.



The Search and The Discovery Ch. 03b



Chapter 3b

(The Spirit Gods Have Spoken)

After we awoke from our nap and turned off the damned alarm that was buzzing in our ears, we kissed and hugged and then decided to use the bathroom. Karen wanted to take a quick rinse in the shower and I had to pee something fierce. Since the shower stall was made of glass, she was keeping an eye on my pissing project.

"Would you like me to hold it for you Sir?"

"I've pretty much learned how to do it all by myself little one."

"Don't forget the ol' squeeze and shake when you finish Sir?"

"You are about to step in it my little piss whore. Why are you so suddenly interested in my technique for peeing in a toilet, or anywhere else for that matter?"

"You are my Master and my owner and I'm just trying to let you know that I would love to help you pee if it would please you."

"You sound a little too interested little one. You almost sound as if you would like me to pee on you in the shower."

"Uuummmm, Master. Would you like to do that?"

"You're a little late with that question this time. I'm finished. We will keep that as a thought for later. Make some room for me in there. I want a quick soap and rinse too."

We were done in five minutes. We dried each other off with the super fluffy towels and went back to the bedroom to dress for dinner.

I wore black jeans and a 'Tommy Bahama' silk shirt. Karen put on a light blue skirt that ended above her knees countered with an even lighter blue front button top that clearly exposed the tops of her boobs and the darkness of her nipples. No bra or panties of course. She didn't have any with her.

We drove to a local steak house with a top of the line reputation and top of the line prices to go with it. It was a very popular place and we had to wait about 15 minutes before we were escorted to a nice table with a window that looked up toward the canyons of Red Rock.

After we were seated, Karen told the waiter that she would like a white house wine and I asked for a large iced tea with two lemons. The drinks were delivered, our steak orders were taken, and the waiter left us to ourselves.

"What is your decision about the real piercings little one?"

She wasn't expecting that question until later so she hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I have chosen to have you do the three real piercings while we are here in Sedona Master. If I put it off, I would probably go nuts thinking about them for the next three months."

"That pleases me little one. Your decision shows me the truth of your desire to be accepted as my owned submissive. Where do you want the three piercings?"

"I spent some time thinking about that Master. Since you have left this entirely up to me, I would like the first one in my left nipple Sir. The second ring I would like in my left outer labia. As for the third ring, I really do want it through my clit hood where you placed the fake ring yesterday. Is that acceptable Master?"

"Of course it is little one. These are your choices, not mine."

"Oh, thank you Master. When can we put them in?"

"Don't be over anxious. We have all night. I gave you the choice of where the rings go. It's my choice as to when they go there."

"Yes Sir. Can you give me a hint?"

"Don't push it pain slut, or I will run a chain through all three rings, after they are inserted, and nail the chain to the floor for the night."

"I'm sorry Master. I'm just so excited about this."

"Why are you so excited?"

"These rings will show you what I'm willing to do to carry the symbols of my submission and commitment to you Sir."

"What else excites you little one?"

"I am excited by the fact that I don't need to hide my secrets anymore Master. Not from you anyway. I have spent most of my entire adult life running away from myself. Almost every sexual dream and fantasy that I've had over the years scared the Hell out of me because I knew they couldn't possibly be real. I am an accomplished professional woman. That is the image that I want everybody to see. It is the image I intend to keep, even after this mind boggling weekend we have spent together. There is no way in the world I would ever tell anyone about the fantastic orgasms I have from being naked, pussy and butt fucked by vibrators and plugs, locked in cuffs, attached to a spreader bar, and whipped with a riding crop." 

"Do you know when you actually came to understand that need that you have kept hidden inside of you for so long?" 

"I can't tell you the exact moment that that realization about myself actually came to be Sir. I woke up this morning knowing it to be true."

"I'm sure that there are other things that excite you too. What are they?"

"One of the most exciting parts of our adventure is the anticipation. I have no idea what you are going to order me to do next, or what you plan to do with me at any time. I was totally petrified of that anticipation when I first arrived here. Now, it excites me so much that my pussy is wet all of the time. I still feel fear, but not in a negative way. You are going to pierce me three times tonight. I feel the fear of you doing that but I want it so much I get tingly all over just thinking about it Sir."

Right at that moment, the waiter returned with our steak dinners and we spent the next 30 minutes enjoying the most delicious Ribeye I have ever put into my mouth. We spent the rest of our time at the restaurant talking about whatever came to mind and laughing quite often. When we had finished, the waiter brought us our check and I handed him a Visa card. When the waiter had left to run the card, I handed Karen one of the remote vibrator eggs.

"Go to the Ladies restroom and insert this into your pussy and meet me by the front entrance."

"Yes Sir."

Karen immediately got up and went to find the restrooms as ordered. I signed for the dinner and went to wait by the front door entrance. She was only a couple of minutes behind me. 

"I almost felt Evil putting this egg inside of me Sir. The restroom was filled with women talking about their kids, bridge club, and the price of food at the grocery store. All I could think about was cuming on your command. I really wanted to walk up to a few of those women worried about food prices and tell them that I was worried about when the remote vibrator in my cunt was going to be turned on. I wonder what their reaction would have been Sir."

"Do you want me to order you to go back and tell them about the egg? That will give you your answer little one."

"I will if you want me to Sir."

"Let's save that one for the next restaurant we stop at. We are going back to the toy store right now and pick out your rings."

We went back to the Hummer and drove the few short blocks to what has now become Karen's number one favorite place in all of Sedona. Since this was a weekend night during the middle of a holiday weekend, the parking lot was jammed full of cars. Last night must have been a fluke with only a couple of cars being there when we went the first time. As we walked in the front door, we were met by two male employees who were greeting each new customer or thanking the customers who were leaving. A handsome young man walked straight up to Karen and stood in front of her.

"This is our 'Get To Know You" night ma'am. Everyone wears a name tag while in our shop. What is your first name?"

"My first name is Karen."

"Are you a Mistress or a slave?"

This question threw Karen off her stride. 

"Ahhhhh....I'm ahhhhh....a slave."

The young man wrote on a small pad in his hand with a black magic marker, peeled off a sticker that openly and obviously made the statement: "Hello. My name is slave karen." He placed the sticker just above and to the right of Karen's right breast and pushed it down so that it would stick to her top. She looked up at me with a look of uncertainty but accepted the sticker without any question. The young man was obviously enjoying the clear view of her tits and nipples through the ultra thin top she was wearing.

"I think it looks cute little one."

"You do huh! I can just see myself walking into work with this name tag on. I bet that would cause quite a stir at the water cooler."

"If I ordered you to do that, would you obey me even though I wasn't there to watch?"

"If you order me to do that, I will do it. The unintended consequences could be monstrous so I certainly hope you don't."

"OK slave, I won't do that, but you will keep that tag on for the remainder of this trip. You can remove it after you take your seat on your return flight. Do you think that is a fair alternative?"

"It doesn't really matter if it is fair or not Sir. Whatever you order, I will do."

"You are really getting into your role my little public slut slave."

"I'm yours to do with as you please Master. No exceptions."

"Maybe I will give you the command to wear your collar to work one day, instead of just the chain with the key on it. What kind of reaction do you think that would cause slave karen?"

"I have no idea, but I'm sure it would still up a lot of curiosity."

My tag said 'Master Bill' and wore it just above my shirt pocket. Karen wanted to wander through the entire shop again but I grabbed her hand and took her over to the jewelry section that was isolated behind the checkout counter. We were the only people there and, after one look at the cases of gold and silver, I understood exactly why. The cheapest item was $125. 

"I would advise you get something silver little one. Gold turns color too easily, especially with your juices all over it."

"That's probably true unless these are high quality gold."

"These are the highest quality gold on the market. You are allowed to pick whatever you want. You're the one who's going to wear them and I don't want to interfere with your choices."

"What do you think of that one for my nipple Master?"

"I can't get out of this can I? OK. I will make a suggestion, if you ask, since I do have experience in this area. You want a thin ring for your nipple little one. You also need to make sure that it is big enough around to fit over the top of one of those beautifully wide and long tit pointers. You will find it handy to be able to easily move the loop from the down position to the up position above your nipple. If you choose one that is really thick, the pain of using a larger needle for the piercing is that much greater and it's weight could become a problem after wearing it for a long period of time."

"Thank you Master. I appreciate your advice. This thin, but wide silver loop is nice Sir. I'll take that one for my nipple. I should be able to flip it up over the top if my nipple is all hard and extended at the time."

That one was $130. Maybe I should have taken her to Walmart. Oh well......Nothing but the best for my sub/slave I always say.

"I love that gold ring right there Master for my labia lip. It's a lot thicker than the nipple ring but it is beautiful. Why does this one overlap itself and one end is tapered?"

"You'll notice that the other end is hollow little one. When this is inserted through the hole, I will have to use a spreader to force the ring open and insert the tapered end into the hollow end. This style gives an appearance of being one solid ring. It takes a much larger needle but that won't matter as much since your labia is much less sensitive than your nipple."

That one was $435. This weekend was getting more and more expensive by the minute.

"Will you pick the ring for my clit hood Sir? That would mean so much to me if you would."

How could I refuse a request like that? I spotted what I wanted almost instantly. In the upper row of rings was a gold loop sized perfectly to be used for her hood and it had another, much tinier loop going through the larger one. I have never seen one quite like that before so that is the one I chose. It was $515 for this one because of the high content of gold. None of these were plated. Now I couldn't complain about the price any more.

"I love it Master. It won't get in the way will it?"

"What do you mean by getting in the way?"

"Sir....OK....I'll be perfectly blunt. Will it get in the way of your cock ramming into my pussy hole?"

"It won't if we insert it through the same location the fake clip was most acceptable to you."

"OK....I was just asking."

"Sir...can we get one of the finger vibrators that I saw last night? Maybe even two so we have one that fits your finger and one that fits mine."

"That is allowable little one. You are going to have to pay a price for that."

"What does that mean?"

"We are going for a walk along Oak Creek tomorrow. I will find a picnic table in a location that I like and you will sit on the top of that table, naked from the waist down, and finger your clit with that little vibrator. I'm not going to let you cum. I want you all hot and squishy when we go to fulfill your fantasy at lunchtime. Agreed?"

"Do I have a choice Sir?"

"No."

Karen also managed to talk me into getting her a bra and panty set. I reminded her of the no bra or panty rule and she promised to wear it only with my permission or she would wait until she returned home. I may be her Master, but even the toughest of Masters can't always refuse the pleading face and sad begging eyes of their sub/slave. 

They were a French bra/panty set. The French really know what they are doing when they design these things. The bra had a hole at the point of each cup with would allow Karen's long thick nipples to poke through very prominently. The panties were cut to allow her pussy to breathe fresh air. Crotch-less was the term used on the package. I will admit that they were really sexy looking. 

The hardest part of this visit to the adult store was pulling out the credit card and paying just over $1200.00. As we were about to make the purchase, the owner of the store approached us and introduced himself as Jake Martin.

"I see you are about to buy some very beautiful, high quality loop rings for your slave Karen," he said as he eyed the name tag on her blouse. "I am a retired nurse practitioner, and I always recommend to my customers, who are paying out the amount of money that you are for these piercing rings, that they might consider allowing me to check the slave to make sure that the rings you have chosen are of the proper size for where they are going to be used. The Health Dept. will not allow us to refund your purchase once they are removed from the small bags we seal them into at the time you pay for them. It's extremely important that they physically fit the chosen place of insertion or you might find yourself wasting a lot of money on something that is not going to be comfortable or not usable on the slave's body. I don't want you to think that my motives are less than honorable and I am offering you this opportunity, free of charge, just to make sure everything is perfect for her. I also do piercings here if you want to consider that possibility."

"Thank you Jake. I am going to do the piercings myself, as I have past experience in doing that, but I will take up your offer to check my slave to make sure the rings are the correct size."

I knew the instant I said that that Karen was going to show some kind of immediate response. I just wasn't sure what the response would be. This was an unexpected test of her submission that just came out of nowhere. 

"What do you think of the offer I have accepted little one?"

Her pleading puppy dog eyes were telling me to get her the Hell out of there, but her mouth spoke the words that pleased me a great deal.

"I will most certainly obey your wishes Master. Whatever you choose to do, I will do my best to please you Sir."

"Can we do this right now Jake, or will we need to come back at a special time?"

Jake said we could do it right then and there, and to please follow him to the rear examination room. He led us through the room that was used as the "Gay and Lesbian" section and through a door at the far end. Inside was a totally antiseptic and fully equipped room just as you would find in a doctor's office. The first thing he said, once we were inside the room, and he had shut and locked the door, was to ask Karen to please sit on the end of the examination table which I noticed as having stirrups attached to it. Karen cautiously sat on the table in a manner that told me she wasn't really all that happy about what we were doing. Jake began asking her very personal questions.

"I see that you have bought three rings Karen. Where are they going to be placed on your body?"

Karen took a deep breath and accepted the inevitable.

"Master is going to pierce my left nipple, my left labia lip, and put the third ring through my clit hood where we have already practiced with a non-piercing ring Mr. Martin."

"If your Master approves, you may call me Jake. How physically sensitive are your nipples Karen?"

"They are extremely sensitive Jake. They are easily subjected to pain but quickly respond with sexual arousal whether from pain or sensual erotic stimulation."

"Please unbutton your top so that I can check the size and width of your left nipple and make sure the ring you have chosen will fit properly and not cause you any distress."

Karen unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall off her shoulders onto the table. Her nipples were already fully erect, which told me she was actually enjoying this little unexpected adventure.

Jake squeezed her left nipple and Karen sucked in a breath of aroused pleasure. Jake placed the ring chosen for her nipple over the top of the hard and erect flesh and pushed it down as far as it would go.

"Where do you intend to pierce this beautiful nipple Master Bill?"

"I was planning on doing it either at the very tip or a quarter inch above where her breast begins. As you can see, she has very long nipples and I don't want the ring to get in the way of various types of clamps, my sucking and biting them, or rolling them between my thumb and fingers. The base of the nipple would be my 1st choice."

Right at that moment, I turned on the egg that she had put in her pussy at the restaurant. I had waited so long because I wanted her to forget that it was even there. Her entire body made a small jumping motion. Jake noticed it too and asked if he had hurt her nipple.

"No. You didn't hurt me. Master just picked that moment to turn on an electric egg that is inside of me right now."

"Ah, a wireless remote I see. Is it one of ours?"

"Yes Sir, it is. We bought it last evening when we came here the first time and bought a whole bunch of different stuff for Master to use on me."

Karen was talking very freely, and without obvious embarrassment. I told her that her open honesty with Jake had earned her a reward.

"Thank you Master."

"Master Bill, the type of ring you have chosen is the perfect thickness and, if you were going to pierce the tip of her nipple, the right width also. Since you are going to pierce her nipple closer to the bottom, I would suggest a ring that is just a little bit wider in diameter so that the ring has enough clearance to pass over the tip so that it can be used both above and below when her nipple is fully erect. This one may force you to push the tip of her nipple through it."

"That sounds like an excellent suggestion. Do you have a loop that size?"

"Yes we do and it is the same price as this one. I will be right back."

After he had left the room, I asked Karen how she felt exposing her body to a complete stranger.

"This is what you want me to do Sir and I will obey your wishes no matter what I have to do."

"You just earned a second reward little one."

With a big smile on her face she said: "Thank you Sir. I am happy you are pleased with me."

Jake returned in a few minutes with the larger loop ring, which was just slightly thicker, and slid it over her nipple. He then held it so that the loop would pass over the end of her fully erect nub and made a dot with a fine point marking pen at the spot where I should make the piercing.




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 03b



"Now, slave Karen, if you will lay back on the table, put your feet in the stirrups, slide you your butt up to the edge of the table, and pull your skirt up to your waist, we'll check the other two rings that you have chosen."

Karen did exactly as Jake told her to do. When she was in position and her pussy was openly on display, Jake pushed both stirrups wide toward the outside of the table and locked them into position. Karen was now on full display to this complete stranger.

Jake moved a stool over to the table and sat down directly between Karen's legs and spread her pussy open with the fingers of one hand and held the future clit ring up to her hood.

"The ring you have chosen for her clit hood is a perfect size. You won't need to change this one at all. You have made a beautiful choice for this spot. The second, smaller ring, will often bounce on the area just over the top of where her clit stays hidden. It will probably cause her clit to become fully erect more often and will make constant light contact with the little head when it pops out in a state of arousal. I'm sorry slave karen, I'm assuming that you have a clit that does raise it's head out into the open when it is fully stimulated and erect. It can also be moved to the top side of her clit hood for easy access with a finger, a clamp, or a mouth. Am I correct about the size of your clit slave karen?"

"Yes you are Jake. My clit stands up strong and proud and begs to be used."

That answer got my eyebrows to go up in total surprise of her bluntness."

The next thing he did was to get a grip on her left labia lip with his thumb and forefinger and hold the thick ring we had chosen for that spot.

"I would recommend a much thinner ring for her labia Master Bill. This is a beautiful choice but it is better used on a girl who has had previous smaller loops inserted. The size of the diameter is perfect for this part of her body."

"Will you please exchange that one for the one you think would be more appropriate Jake?"

"Gladly, I will be right back again."

"I'm proud of you little one."

"I love you Master."

Jake returned about five minutes later with a ring only half as wide as the other one, but with the same thickness of the loop.

"This should work just perfectly for the both of you. The double ring loops that you have chosen for the clit hood are my favorite and I'm so happy you chose them. You will enjoy all three rings without a doubt. May I take two pictures Master Bill? I would like to keep a close-up of one nipple on file and one of her genital area held open for future reference. You can call me at any time and order more rings if you choose. I have made notes of size, thickness, and length of her nipples and various areas of her pussy. The pictures will confirm my measurements. The file will be kept locked and will have your name on it, not slave karen. She will not be mentioned anywhere in the file other than by a large 'K' where it asks for a name and the date next to it."

"You certainly can Jake. Take all the pictures you need for your file. I'll even hold a measurement stick if that would help."

"No. Just the pictures will be fine."

"Thank you for your help Jake. Do you have anything to add little one?"

"Thank you from me too Jake, and I have appreciated your professionalism."

"Thank you both for visiting my store. You are welcome here at any time, or by phone." He reached into a cabinet and pulled out a fairly thick catalog and handed it to Karen and told her that this was a detailed listing of every item in the store, with descriptions and pictures. "New catalogs came out every year and can be requested by email with shipping charges only. My card is attached to the inside cover and has my email, shop address, and phone number."

With the examination and evaluation finished, we walked out into the main store area and headed for the counter to pay for the rings and the toys. I noticed instantly, that the same two kids were there at the counter from the day before. Karen noticed too.

"Please Sir. You pay this time. I don't want to face those same kids again."

"I will pay little one, but you will be standing right next to me. Comprende?"

I heard a very soft and disappointed "Yes Sir". There were two other couples in front of us. When it was our turn, both of the kid's faces lit up and each checked Karen's name tag. They both spoke in what now seemed to be their customary loud voices.

"Well hello slave Karen. It's nice to see you again. Did you enjoy your new nipple clamps, vibrators, and special ropes? Wow.....look at the piercing rings and clit vibrators you're getting now. They are beautiful. And I especially like the double loop. Where are they going to be placed on your body if I may ask?"

Karen turned her usual red from her tits up and, if I hadn't had a strong grip on her left hand, probably would have run out of the store. I couldn't pass up that opportunity under any circumstances. Karen tried looking away and moving behind me but I wouldn't let her.

"Go ahead slave. Don't be shy. Tell the boys where the loops are going to go."

I'm not sure if Karen wanted to die right then, or if she wanted me to die. One of those choices, for sure, was probably at the front of her thoughts at that moment. After a bit of hesitation, she sucked in her breath, stood up straight and proud and told them what they wanted to know.

"One loop is going through my left nipple. The second loop will go through my left outer labia lip. And the third double loop will go through my clit hood."

"That is fantastic. Would you mind coming in and showing us the results? Or maybe you could send us a few pictures?"

Before I could open my mouth, Karen said: "I'll send you both an 8 x 11 color photo of each piercing. Do you have a card with your names and addresses?

They didn't have a card but they both scrambled to find a piece of paper to write the information down on for Karen. When they finished, they handed the paper to her and she put it in her clutch bag. The kids were speechless for a change. The bill came to well over $1300.00 with the tax added in. I paid with the credit card and we left the store.

We got in the Hummer and, before leaving the parking lot, I asked Karen if she was really going to send those young men color pictures of her tits and pussy.

"I don't tell lies Master. Of course I am. I may even ask you to take a close up of my asshole to add in with the others. That will give them both something to masturbate to until the next time we come to Sedona."

"Let's head back to the hotel and do the piercing."

"I'm ready for that Sir."

Once at our suite, I unlocked it and entered while Karen stripped naked outside of the front door. Her clothes were tossed behind the door as required and she asked for permission to enter. Once inside, I pulled a can of my usual Diet Coke out of the small refrigerator and a bottle of red wine for Karen. We both sat at the small table next to the kitchenette.

"How many glasses of wine do you want little one?" 

"How many can I have Sir?"

"You can have three maximum."

"Then that is how many I want Sir."

I pulled three standard wine glasses from the cupboard and placed them in front of Karen. I slowly filled each one to just short of the top and put the wine bottle back in the fridge. She downed the first glass in less than two minutes and began working on the second one at a more leisurely pace.

"You can still change your mind about the piercings painslut. As long as the little bags holding each loop haven't been opened, I can return them."

"No way Sir, you can't begin to imagine how much I want these piercings. I haven't been able to stop thinking about them since you first told me I could have them. I know the pain is going to be very intense but I don't care about that. The more intense it is, the more I'm going to love it Sir. The pain is my payment for being allowed by you to have the piercings. The more pain I experience, the more valuable these ring loops will become. I don't know how to explain that any better to you Master. They are symbols of my liberation and I will cherish them for life. Just as I will always love and cherish you Sir."

I got up and put some crackers in a bowl and grabbed the can of pressurized cheese I had brought with me from L.A. to put on the crackers. We both sat in silence and ate about a dozen each. By then, Karen was just about finished with her second glass of wine. She downed the last of it and moved the third glass in front of her.

"I rarely drink more than two Sir, but under the circumstances, I think three glasses will be just perfect."

"Do you prefer to be tied and restrained for the piercings or do you wish to do it 'free style' so to speak?"

"I don't need to be bound Master. I will control my body and not move at all. That's a promise."

"I'm good with that little one."

While she was working on glass number three, I got up and retrieved the piercing kit from my suitcase. I bought it at a professional medical supply store and it was expensive. It's equipped with top grade stainless steel tools. Included are loop end forceps, pliers for opening and closing loops, a caliper, 100 assorted piercing needles from 20 gauge down to 6 gauge, corks, a small bottle of alcohol, anti-bacterial ointment, a package of cotton balls, a small Dial Soap bar, a small bottle of anesthetizing gel if needed, and a black marker pen. I brought the zip bag that held everything and sat back down at the table. Then back up again because I forgot to get a bowl of hot water, a washcloth, and a towel. I returned with these and sat back down again.

"You didn't forget anything else did you Sir?"

"No I haven't and that arrogant remark with cost you 10 swats on your ass and thighs slut. Don't ever forget your place as my submissive again, unless you have permission to talk freely, or you will receive 50 the next time."

"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I'm just extremely nervous and that was a stupid statement for me to make. Please forgive me Master."

"You are way past the 'forgiving' stage painslut. You are in the 'learn by punishment' stage now and don't forget it. Think before you speak if necessary. Excuses are no longer accepted. I will forgo the punishment until a later date because I don't want your pussy to suffer the extra pain from the crop along with the piercing at the same time."

"I understand Master."

I unzipped the piercing kit and slowly placed its contents on the table in front of Karen. Her eyes got bigger and bigger with each piece of equipment I placed in front of her. Everything in the kit was sealed in sterilized packaging so an autoclave was not necessary unless the tools were going to be used a second time. Boiling water and alcohol is an alternative to the autoclave.

"I didn't realize that it required all this equipment to do a piercing Sir."

"It does when doing it the right way little one."

Karen finished the last of glass three of the red wine. Under normal conditions, she would be more than half in the bag by now. Being a time of high stress and anxiety, she wasn't being affected by the alcohol as she normally would when relaxed and enjoying herself at a party. 

"I want you to turn your chair around so that the back is against the table and you are facing the living room."

When she had done that, I moved my chair to face her and pushed it up against the front of hers so that she had to move her legs out to the sides. I sat down and moved forward until my knees were against the inside of her knees and told her to lean forward. She did, and that put both of her tits close to me and in a perfect position for the nipple piercing. I had moved everything from the piercing kit towards the front of the table to her left side in this position and within easy reach. 

I dipped the washrag into the bowl of hot water, wrung it out, and rubbed the bar of Dial on it until it worked up a good lather. I slowly, and sensually, washed her entire left breast, concentrating on her nipple. That fabulous nipple of hers stood up hard and erect almost instantly.

"I see you're getting heated up already cum slut."

"I know Master. My pussy is already getting the chair wet."

"Maybe I should stick something inside of that wet pussy of yours as a distraction."

"What would you like to put inside of me Master?"

"My cock assuming that I could pierce you and fuck you at the same time. But, since that would be a little difficult, maybe a dildo or a plug."

I got up and retrieved a small and a large butt plug from the bedroom and sat back down on my chair.

"Raise yourself off the chair little one."

I inserted the larger plug in her pussy, after having removed the remote egg. It slid into her wet channel without any resistance at all. I dipped the smaller plug in the water bowl, wiped it with the soapy cloth, and it slid right into her anal opening like greased lightening.

"Sit back down again slut."

"Yes Sir."

The stimulating arousal from the two plugs would offset the pain of the piercing a little bit. It might even be enough to create an orgasm. The larger plug in her pussy wasn't going to interfere with my piercings as the end of it was round and rather small. It was meant to be used in her anal entrance but would work just fine where it was now.

I washed her left breast a second time and dried it off with the bath towel. Since her nipple was fully erect already, I decided to suck on it for a few seconds and then roll it between my thumb and forefinger. Her breathing quickened noticeably. Piercing a hard erect stimulated nipple was going to give Karen the pain she so desired.

The black dot that Jake had put on her nipple was still there, even after two washings, so all I needed to do was to put one on the opposite side that exactly matched the position of the first dot. I used the calipers for this and both dots matched. The nipple ring was 18 gauge so I grabbed an equal sized needle, a cork, and the forceps. I took the forceps out of the sterilized bag and put them up to her nipple. I centered them so that each black marker dot was directly in the center of each round loop at the tips of the forceps and started squeezing them shut. The forceps had self locking positions and I only wanted to close them enough to be able to remain on her nipple without my having to hold them. Normally, they would be squeezed as tight as possible, so the needle would pass through the flesh much easier and quicker. Karen's needle was going to be pushed through much slower to create a much pain as possible so I didn't want the nipple squeezed any more than necessary. This is how Karen wanted it to be done and I wasn't going to disappoint her need for the pain.

I let the forceps hang loose while I picked up a cotton ball and the alcohol. I swabbed her nipple and a large area around it to get rid of any germs that remained after the washing. 

"This is your last chance to change your mind little one."

"Oh please Sir. I'm begging you to do it." 

I needed to hear no more. I picked up the cork and the needle and removed both from their sealed clear plastic bags. I swabbed both with the alcohol soaked cotton ball. I held the cork against the inside of her nipple and put the point of the needle against the outside of the nipple and began to slowly push that sharp hollow point into her still erect flesh. 

Karen's body immediately stiffened and she took a quick intake of breath and held it in her lungs. By the time I was halfway through her nipple flesh, I could see tears beginning to flow down her face toward her chin. I was really doing this very slowly in a stop and go manner. As I passed the halfway point, Karen let out her breath and began to moan loudly. She took another deep breath and the moans got louder, the further I pushed the needle into her nipple flesh. Her hands began to beat on her thighs like she was playing the bongos, but she managed to keep her body rigid and unmoving. "Oh my God" came out of her mouth a few times. 

I finally pushed the needle all the way through her flesh, into the cork, and nearly an inch out the opposite side of her now very painful nipple. I took the cork off the needle and the pliers off her nipple and left her to find my pocket camera. When I returned, Karen was holding up her tit with both hands and just staring at the needle in amazement.

"I've never felt pain like that Master. It was so intense that I didn't think I would be able to hold perfectly still towards the end of the piercing. I know my hands were flapping up and down on my thighs but I had to do something to bear the pain. Are you pleased with me Sir."

"I am absolutely pleased with you little one. Are you happy being a pain slut?"

"For you Sir, yes I am." 

"The worst part is over but we are still not done yet."

I picked up the nipple ring and took it out of the package. I soaked it in alcohol. I also put some ointment on the part that would be inside of her nipple. The ring loop was hollow on one end and sharply pointed on the other. I put the hollow end over the needle point and pushed it through her nipple as I pulled out the needle. Karen groaned in pain once again. When the loop was all the way through her still amazingly erect nipple, I took the closing pliers and very carefully squeezed the ring loop closed with the pointed end going into the hollow end until it was sealed. I pulled on each side of the loop and it definitely was not going to pop open unless forcefully pulled apart by another set of pliers. I put the towel under her breast and poured some alcohol over her nipple. This caused her to jump again because of the sudden stinging sensation. I put some more ointment on the area where the two ends of the ring came together and adjusted the ring so that the place where they joined was inside of her nipple. This gave the appearance that the ring was one solid piece without ends. I flipped the ring up and Jake's measurements turned out perfect. The loop just barely cleared the tip of her erect bud and rested against her tit flesh above her nip.

Karen began playing with the ring. She had a very happy smile as she did this. She even tried pulling it out but she was too sensitive to do that yet. 

"It will need a week to heal before you play with it. At least two weeks if you plan on hanging anything from the ring."

"Yes Sir. I love it Sir. Thank you so much for letting me have this ring. I love you Sir.

She leaned forward and we engaged in a long tongue exploring kiss.

"May I have one more glass of wine before we do the other two piercings Sir."

"I think we can make an exception in this case pain slut."

After the fourth glass of wine, we completed the remaining piercings. They weren't nearly as painful as her nipple piercing had been but they were still painful. I used a 10 gauge needle for the larger ring in her labia. I warned her that it might be better if I tied her legs apart while doing her clit hood. I told her that if she suddenly closed her legs in a sudden reaction to pain that she could possibly force the needle deep into her pussy. She advised that that would not be necessary. She would control her legs on her own. I used the forceps again to squeeze the flesh of her labia together and repeated the same process as I did with her nipple. Even though the needle was much larger, the pain of slowly pushing it slowly through the flesh of her pussy lip was much less in intensity. Don't get me wrong now. There was still a lot of pain. Just not as intense. I even pushed the needle more slowly than I did through her nipple. i could see her face get tightened up in a squint, but no tears and not crying out in pain at all. Once finished, we moved on to her clit.

I had her lean backwards over the big recliner chair so that her head was on the seat cushion and her pussy was aiming straight up toward the ceiling. I told Karen to hold her legs open with her hands so that they were spread wide apart, bent at the knees, and level with the top of the chair. This position was perfect for piercing a clit hood as it stood out from her pussy with easy access. I knew exactly where to pierce her hood from the experience with the fake ring we had placed the day before. The loop that would go through her hood was slightly thinner than the nipple ring. The second loop hanging from the first was much smaller and just a bit thicker. I didn't push the needle through this area slowly, like I had done with her nipple. I positioned the forceps, squeezed them very tight, pushed the needle through her flesh very quickly, inserted the ring, and the job was done. The alcohol on this spot really caused a big reaction from Karen. 




The Search and The Discovery Ch. 03b



I left her in that upside down position on the chair and went into the bedroom to get the mirror she had in her suitcase. I handed it to her and she was all sorts of happy looking at her two piercings in her pussy.

"What do you think Master?"

"I think they are exceptionally sexy."

"So do I Sir. Thank you so much. I love them and I don't ever want to take them off, even if I could."

"You can always cut them off if you have to remove them for some reason."

"May I ask you a question Master?"

"Yes you can painslut."

"Can you fuck me in this position Master?"

"If I push the handle on the side of the chair and lower the back I can."

"Would it please you Sir to remove the plug from my pussy and fuck me like a whore?"

And that's what we did. We fucked like rabbits until I filled her cunt with a big load of love cream. After I pulled out, Karen stuck her finger in her hole and then put it in her mouth to suck clean. She did that over and over until she couldn't get any more of my cum out of her pussy. 

"Would Master like me to lick his cock clean?"

"Yes he would you little perverted, cum addicted slut whore."

She loved being called every dirty name in the book. It turned her on even more.

I walked around to the front of the recliner chair. Karen had squirmed down far enough for her head to be at the very edge of the seat. I lowered my now soft and shrinking shaft into her mouth and she not only cleaned my dick, she also cleaned my balls and my asshole. 

She was a bit tipsy from the fourth glass of wine so I ordered her into bed to take a nap for an hour or so. She wobbled into the bedroom, crawled under the covers, and was asleep in less than a minute. I laid down next to her and fell asleep too. We didn't wake up for nearly two hours. We both showered together and got ready to go out and get something to eat and check out the activities in town. The entire town would be up and out on a holiday weekend.

"Before we get dressed, would you take a close-up picture of my pierced nipple, my two pussy piercings and my asshole with this plug still in it?" I want to give them to the two kids at the toy store myself if you approve Master."

"Of course we can do that little one. I entirely forgot about the plug in your ass. After the pictures, that comes out. The remote eggs will go in just before we leave."

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

"Why don't you step over in front of the wall of glass window and I will take some pictures right now."

"That sounds good to me Master."

While Karen was positioning herself at the huge window, I grabbed my Canon 50D camera. My thought was that we might as well use the best camera possible for these pictures. There were several people that I could think of at that moment that I planned on showing some of the pictures to when I returned to California. Using the zoom lens would work the best.

"Ok, sweetheart slave of mine, we're going to take a set using natural light and then move into the center of the room and use flash. I want you standing with your left tit towards the window."

I had her face directly at the window next and then at every angle possible and still be in the direct light. I took pictures of her entire chest area and then started to progressively zoom in on her nipple. i even had her pull her nipple out by the loop. I didn't want her to pull it too far because it was still very painful. The last picture was so close up that her nipple and ring loop took up the entire space. The quality of the picture was so great that you could clearly see every tiny little crevice and bump like little mountains and valleys. 

Next, I had her sit on the sofa, which faced the window, and use her hands to spread her legs wide open and pulled back with her ass just over the edge of the cushion. I sat down on the floor directly in front of her pussy and began taking shots of her labia loop and her clit ring. With her legs in that position, her pussy just spread wide open without any assistance. I told her to pull her lags further back because I wanted to take some close-ups of her asshole entrance too. I loved the way those turned out. I wet my index finger and began pushing it into her anal canal and told her to just relax the muscles and her sphincter because I wanted some shots of her anus opened up a little bit. I turned the flash on for these pictures. i kept pushing my finger in and out no more than a half inch. After Karen managed to relax enough, her sphincter began to stay open a little longer each time. Eventually, it stayed open and didn't close at all. i turned on the flash and not only got the details of her brown eye and it's wrinkles, I also lit up the inside her rectum and those pictures also came through in shiny detail. 

"Put your elbows behind your knees to hold your legs open and put the index finger of each hand about two inches into your ass and spread that opening as wide apart as you possibly can. I'm going to let those kids at the Store have a view as far into your asshole as the flash will light up."

"These kids are going to remember me for the rest of their lives I think."

"I have one question for you little one. Would you have ever thought of doing this prior to your coming here to Sedona.?"

"Are you kidding Master? I would have had an extremely difficult time sending these pictures to you. The idea of giving a picture of my pussy and the inside of my asshole to two young kids working in an adult toy store would never have happened. I would have labeled anyone even making the suggestion of doing this as a sick sexual pervert."

"You don't think that I am a sick sexual pervert little one?"

"Of course you are. But, you are a nice one. You are my Master and my owner. I will perform any sexual act you wish for me to do as long as it's not beyond the realm of reasonable acceptance."

We finished up with the extremely intimate pictures and, as we were about to leave, to take an evening walk around town, I had Karen bend way over, with her legs spread wide apart, and pull up the skirt she was wearing. I had both remote eggs in my hand and I held one of them up against her mouth, which she opened, and sucked the egg inside to get it wet with her saliva. This one I slowly pushed passed her sphincter and into her rectum. I repeated the process with the second egg and inserted that into her already lubricated vagina. We were ready. 

"How do you like walking around town without a bra and panties slut?"

"It really gets me excited master. I have no way of knowing if something will happen that will give perfect strangers a flash of my naked ass or by bald shaven pussy."

We again drove the Hummer to the Toy Store, but we made a short stop at the local Kinko's/UPS shop and printed three sets of pictures from the memory chip of my Canon 50D camera. One set for me, one for Karen, and one for the two young men at the adult store. They would have to fight over who got what picture. We bought a large manila mailing envelope for each set and slid the 8 1/2 x 11 pictures into them. Thankfully, the store had no customers at the time and we had safely printed out all the pictures without anyone seeing them. Printing out porno pictures is not exactly legal in Kinko's but we had no other choice at the time.

At the Toy Store, we both walked in together with Karen carrying the envelope for the two behind the counter. The store was still extremely busy. Too busy, was my thought, for a small desert vacation town. At that moment, there wasn't anybody paying for anything so the two young men were just standing there staring at all the sexy female customers and trying to hear what they were saying to their partners about whatever toy they were checking out at the time. Karen walked straight up to them, while i remained near the door, and handed the two surprised guys the manila envelope. 

I could hear her clearly say, "A promise is a promise boys. Please show these to your Boss too, and thank him for me for all of his kind efforts in making these pictures possible."

She turned around and came straight back to me with the biggest smile I have ever seen on her face. We pretended to discuss where we were going to go next and watched the two clerks. One opened the envelope, while the other watched closely, and pulled out the pictures one by one a placed them on the counter face up. Both of their eyes were popped open in big round white balls, their mouths hung open, and I heard one say, "Holly Shit. I don't believe she did this. I thought she was joking and laughing at us."

We stopped at a newly built Denny's Restaurant for a bite to eat. Halfway through the meal, I asked Karen if she had been thinking about the surprise I was trying to arrange for her the next day. 

"I'm trying not to think about that at all Sir. I have told you about several of my fantasies and, not knowing which one you are planning makes it worse. I am both excited and petrified by the prospect of performing any of them Master."

We spent the rest of the evening walking around town for the second time. Before we left Denny's, I turned on both of the vibrating eggs as desert was being served. Karen jumped right when the waitress was walking up to the table. She had asked if everything was OK and Karen assured her that everything was just fine and dandy.

"You are not leaving here until you have an orgasm cumslut."

"Right here in the middle of Denny's Sir? We're not even in a booth. We're sitting at a table that is out in the middle of the dining area that is packed with people."

"I am well aware of that cumslut. And, if the eggs don't get you off by themselves, you're going to sneak a finger down to your clit and get off while doing that. This is a test of your self control. Will you be able to have an orgasm while still looking like the average diner? It can be a small cum little one. As long as it's real and don't you dare lie to me. If you do anything that attracts any attention from any of the people around us when you cum, you will apologize for disturbing them and inform them that it was because you are having an orgasm. Am I clear on what I want you to do?

"Y-y-yes Sir. Ohhhhh...Myyyyyy...Godddddd." 

The eggs were turned on medium speed as she was answering my question. Karen was looking straight into my eyes and didn't lose contact with them the entire time. She had just made the motion with her left arm that told me she was going to have to finger her clit to cum. When her finger reached her clit, her eyes opened just a little wider. At that moment, the waitress stopped by the table to ask if everything was OK, and would we need anything else. I told her no, and to please bring us the check. 

"i don't believe I'm doing this Master. This is cruel and mean."

"Are you enjoying it?"

"Yes I am, Sir. And I am going to cum in just a few moments Sir."

Right when the waitress walked up to our table with the check, and I handed her my credit card, Karen began cuming. I could easily tell because her face gets red when she has an orgasm. Her eyes never lost contact with mine. She managed to pass the test. She didn't moan out loud and her body remained perfectly still, which was very much unlike her usual jerking, twisting, pumping, and moaning which has always accompanied her sexual explosions in the past. 

We spent the next few hours walking around town. I had advised Karen that it might be a good idea to steal the cloth napkin that was on the table at Denny's so she could wipe off any fluids that might be running down her thighs as the evening progressed. That turned out to be a good idea as I left the eggs on low power for two hours. i pushed the remote up to high speed on several random occasions, but often when she was either next to, or talking to, somebody else.

I ordered her to cum while standing behind a clothes rack in a large clothing store. She had to use her finger on her clit again but controlled her climax perfectly. She really needed to wipe her inner thighs after that orgasm. I even managed to get my finger on her clit at a large outdoor sports/clothing store that only had a few customers in it at the time. She came fairly strong that time but kept the body motions and the moaning to a minimum. I patted her pussy and it was wet. She used the ladies room after that cum to clean up a bit.

Since it had been a very emotional day for my submissive owned slave, we headed back to the hotel suite a little early. Tomorrow was going to be one, if not THE, most sexually emotional days of her entire life. 

When we got back to the suite, instead of the usual strip and enter, I closed the door after Karen had stripped naked and told her to knock on the door four times when she was ready to come in. I told her to knock twice if it was an emergency or just walk in if it was an urgent emergency. After closing the door on a very surprised submissive, I went about settling in for the evening. Five minutes later, Karen had still not knocked. I went to the door and opened it and Karen was not there. With heart thumping rapidly, I stepped quickly outside and found her about five feet down on the upper floor walkway. She was leaning forward on the railing and looking out over the grounds of the hotel and off into the now very dark mountain areas. Just as casual as a totally naked woman could possibly be. I walked up to her and patted her on her ass and asked her if she wanted to get fucked in every hole in her body. She turned her head up towards me and asked me if I had any particular person in mind who was going to do the fucking.

We spent the next hour or so doing as much of the Kama Sutra as possible on the Murphy bed with the curtains pulled back and a clear view, from an entire wall of glass, of the entire area where ever the lights were on or the stars shined in the night sky. That was a fantastic place to have a bed.

Two orgasms later for me, and five for her, we decided to call it a night. I told her that I had planned something for us to do in the morning but to forget that and just sleep in as long as she wanted to. I told her she was going to do a video interview for sure. We fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms and one of her hands holding my cock in a firm grip. We both slept until just after 10 a.m.. I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs and a half naked woman standing in front of the tiny, two burner stove. 

When she noticed I was awake she immediately said, "I had to put on your dirty shirt Master because the bacon fat was splattering on my stomach and bare pussy. I hope you don't mind Master."

That sounded fine with me. i didn't consider it as a violation of the 'always naked' dress code. i filed it away under the 'safety while cooking bacon' category.

"That's OK with me little one. Any punishments you earn today will be kept filed for the day you arrive in L.A. in 10 weeks."

"Now you're making me feel even more excited about coming to stay with you for two weeks."

"Good to hear cumslut. You can add that to your first assignment at home. That will be to come up with five scenarios of what you would like me to do to you and with you after you first arrive. You do realize that the only time you can cum during the next ten weeks is to call me up and ask me for permission, don't you?"

"But Master! What if i am out on a date and he wants to have sex with me. And, for that matter, I want to have sex with him? Do I have to stop, just before I cum, and call you up for permission?"

"Let me think about that for a minute."

"MASTER!"

"No little one. All you have to do is call or email, and tell me you are going on a date and ask me for permission to have sex and to orgasm. I may require you to masturbate for him or beg him to fuck you in the ass. Why do you think I would require this my horny little slut?"

"Because you own me and you can order me to do anything you want me to do, even when you are 2000 miles away?"

"That's exactly right little one. Will you ever refuse me to go on a date?"

"No, unless it is with any person who wants you to play the role of slave to his Master. You have only one Master. You will not allow any other, even if it's only a casual, fun game time type of activity. Do you understand me about that specific type of activity?"

"Yes Master. I do. I would never submit to another man for any reason master. I have given you my commitment, and you only Sir."

"That's good little one. I will be giving you little commands here and there over the entire 10 weeks to keep reminding you of whose submissive you are."

"Yes Master. I am really looking forward to that Sir."

We ate our breakfast, cleaned up the dishes, and sat down on the couch together. We looked out the entire wall of glass at the surrounding area.

"We have to leave the Sedona Airport by 5:00 p.m. today little one. I am still not sure we will be doing your fantasy trip today or not, until I get a special phone call. Whatever this day brings us, I want you to make sure everything is packed at 4:00 and ready to go."

"I will, for sure, Master. I don't want to leave."

"You have your life to get back to and so do I little one. 10 weeks is not a very long period of time and you will have a lot of time to think of new fantasies, or even old ones, to write down and send to me by email. We will even talk about them on the phone. I am going to print out all of your email and keep it in a folder labeled 'submissive slave karen' in my home office. I am definitely going to keep all the photos and videos of you locked in the office too. On occasion, I may even show some of them to my closest friends. What do you think of that cumslut?"

"When I visit, I won't know who has seen the pictures and videos, will I?"

"No you won't. You'll do best to assume everyone I introduce you to will have already seen them and have watched you perform for me."

"That's pretty humiliating and embarrassing to think about Master. It's also very exciting too."

"Good. And here is something else for you to think about for 10 weeks. When you come to stay with me, you will also plan on learning what it is like to have a Mistress whom you will trust and obey, just as you do for me my little horny princess."

She didn't respond to that for a few minutes. I just remained silent while she mulled that over in her mind.

"The very few times that I have had sexual contact with a woman have been very fulfilling Master. Having a Mistress will mean that I will be required to perform and participate in anything she wishes for me, doesn't it Master?"

"Yes it does. If she tells you to lick her pussy or finger her asshole, you will respond without hesitation, just as you do with me. Just as your only goal is to please me, so it will be with her. No exceptions. I would never force this on another woman but you have already told me that you have experienced excitement and orgasm with another female sexual partner. Are you willing to commit yourself to being a submissive to another woman?"

"Is she a very special woman to you Sir?"

"Yes she is little one."

"Then I will be honored to obey her just as I obey you Master."

"Thank you little one. I appreciate that more than you know."

"May I use the bathroom Master?"

"Of course little one."

The phone call I had made last night, to a friend of mine, about the possibility of bringing one of Karen's fantasies to an abrupt reality paid off. He owns a private club not too far outside of Sedona that doesn't open until the evening and closes when the sun comes up. He has a group of friends that have formed their own private club that meet there during off hours two times a month. It is a group of men and women who practice the 'Lifestyle' and most are D/s couples who enjoy carrying out various scenarios while the others watch. 

His name is David and his club is basically a large room of around 20 dining tables set up around a two foot high round stage. The only way into the restaurant during business hours is by membership or through special invitation by one of the members. The food is fantastic and the entertainment is always excellent. He books everything from musicians, comedians, magicians, to quality sex shows.