0 comments/ 22656 views/ 4 favorites The Trial By: The Trial For the rest of the deed, I directed you to visit a grocery store as dressed. There you were to select the one cucumber that most closely matched your fantasy of the shape, length and girth of the cock you most desire in your imagination. Then you were to take the cucumber and nothing else, to the cashier, buy it and place it between your thighs, (but not into your pussy) on the way to a rendezvous with me. I explained that in no way was the cucumber for insertion, but that the deed was designed to heighten your excitement level, to prove your obedience and to grow your confidence and allow you the opportunity to bask in the attention your provocative dress and your "suggestive" purchase" would draw. You also knew that to perform the task would return your most desired reward...my attentions, my hands upon your flesh and my cock within all your holes! You were then to arrive at the office after hours, dressed as ordered and delivering your cucumber. But when you arrived, it was readily apparent that you'd not fully complied. The first evidence of disobedience was the long, raincoat you wore over the outfit. I was sitting behind my desk as you arrived, leaning far back in my chair, my feet up. A single lamp lit the otherwise dark room and soft, soothing music played in the background. You entered the office sheepishly, not making eye contact. You slowly peeled the long coat from your shoulders and turned away to hang it on the hook on the back of my door. Then you turned around to display your physique in the tiny, dirty-girl tube-dress. Cut low, the dress left plenty of cleavage clearly visible. And as it was exceedingly short, it exposed your thighs and barely; just barely covered your pussy, (my possession). You black choker gleamed and contrasted nicely against your creamy flesh. You turned away from the door and around a few times, teetering on the tall, sexy heels and letting me admire your awesome body. But when you did, it was clear (as the tight dress hid little), that you were braless as ordered...your nipples strained naughtily hot and hard at the fabric. But it was also obvious that you wore panties...tiny, black thong panties underneath. Even though the act also revealed the beginning of a trickle of your warm womanly juices flowing down the inside of one thigh, my gaze dropped disappointedly. "Have your cucumber? Tell me all the details of your experience," I asked, doubting your compliance. "Michael, I couldn't go through with it. But aren't you pleased with my attire?" you answered, swiftly changing the subject and diverting attention from your disobedience with a guilty smirk. I only breathed an exasperated sigh, speaking not a word. You suspect now, that I was then contemplating the three indiscretions...the cucumber, the coat and the panties. Yes, you were ripe, ready, hot and eager. You strutted sexily and twirled again as you allowed me time to admire your gorgeous flat and tight stomach, firm breasts, tight perky little ass just visible beneath your dress and your smooth, toned legs before you stopped twirling and placed your hands on your breasts. You pushed them up high, and licked your lips while gazing at me, sensuously, naughtily, nastily hungry to be filled with cock. Slowly you moved towards me, reaching to undress me, but I pushed your hands away. You bent over me and pressed your mouth in my direction, firmly pressing your warm, wet lips to mine. As we kissed, your tongue pressed into my mouth, smearing your soft, red, lipstick covered lips against mine. I gently pushed you away and again you tried to remove my clothing. This time, I did allow you to remove my jacket and tie, and unbutton my shirt. You ran your red-polished nails down my chest as you did so. Then, you nestled your face into my neck, and started to kiss there while your hands tried to undo my pants and gain access to my rock-hard cock yet once again. But once again, I blocked your access. Meanwhile, I stood and reached around you. My hands firmly gripped your ass cheeks, pressing our hips together and you lifted one bare leg to rub it sensuously along the length of mine. You kissed all the way down my chest and kneeled in front of me, and tried to push me back into my chair. You were surprised when I let you get that far without restraint...I fell into the cushions under my own volition. You then ran your fingers along my trouser leg, over the outline of my cock while tousling your hair; throwing it back, over your shoulders preparing for an onslaught of my manhood with your mouth. But as your fingers continued to massage me, I ran my hands through your hair, gripping some tightly in one hand, and bending your head back. You moaned very softly, pleased to be roughly controlled and a sweet little vibration rippled down your spine and through your legs. "Sweetness, why should I reward you?" I asked. "Forgive me, Master. Perhaps I need a good spanking?" you teased with a satisfied grin, before moving your lips ever so closely near to the head of my covered cock....not taking your indiscretions seriously, or at least hoping that I would not. Forcefully, I stood and swiftly swept you up off of your knees and bending you forward towards my desk, I pushed you forward even as you offered little resistance and all the while running my hands along your pantied ass. You strutted towards the desk, sexily crawling one leg before the other, up onto the desk's surface and wiggling your ass as you knelt before me on top of it. You were ready, willing, eager...oh yes very fuckin' eager, and hot for action! But, I roughly threw you across the desk onto your back, swiping the papers to the floor with one forceful sweep of my arm. "Why don't you rape me Michael," you sang. "Take me hard and rough. Impale me with that long thick cock of yours. My pussy is yours!" Instead, I strongly positioned you down so that your head fell backward over the desk-edge. I ran my hands across your tight belly, and over the waist of your skirt, then under the hemline and under the elastic waistband of the tiny thong. When I gently spread the folds of your soaking wet pussy, slipped a finger or two over your clit and swirled my finger around and around your bud the touch electrified! You began to sigh and moan, insatiably writhing under my touch. I spread your legs wide, and pulled the dress hem up over your waist...you lifted your ass to help me. I slid the tight top down to expose your breasts, leaving the tiny dress bunched around your waist. Then, I returned, sliding my hand once again into the thong to rub your wet warm slit. Your ass and hips undulated up and down to meet my touch, your eyes closed and your tiny mouth opened. Your hands grabbed my wrist and forced my hand harder into your soaking-wet patch. I leaned over you and ran my tongue around and around one nipple, then the other. You arched your back to meet my lips, holding your breasts in your hands to feed me the delicacies. But rather than suck your nipples I teased some more. "Torture," you groaned! You started to lick the head of my cock through my trousers as I leaned over you, and you held my ass cheeks, pressing my cock into your face. You began to reach for my belt and the zipper to my trousers again, but I slapped your hands away. You pouted in disappointment. But that pout was brief. For the pleasure you felt around your nipples and between your legs was a hot and frantic pleasure, and you began to moan and raise your hips off the desk, nearly standing on your spike heels, flexing those luxurious thighs, straining those beautiful erotic calves, forcing your pussy into my hand and my hands and fingers into your pussy. My fingers began to work their way between your utterly soaked pussy-lips and my tongue teasingly circled but still did not touch your nipple. You squirmed frantically, furiously, panting, moaning even beginning to plead, begging me to lick your clit; trying to get me to touch it. You ran your wild hands through my untamed hair. You begged for my cock and offered your mouth, your pussy and your ass! But I continued to pay no attention to your "spoiled" pleading. "Please don't tease me, Michael please, Master" you cried, as you reached for my neck, and grasped at my hair. "Beg me!" I replied. "Agggggh, I hate you Michael!! Please, Michael, please, taste my clit; lick it hard oh Please!" you cried out! My firm fingers began to swiftly slide in and out of your drenched slit; fast, hard and furious, over and around your clitI At the same time, I ran the flat of my tongue along your nipple quickly and then took it into my mouth, running my tongue over it hard and fast before I bit down gently upon it with my teeth. You threw back your head, moaned one long groan, and then your legs tensed on the edge of an orgasm... ...and just then, while you were at the height of frenzied fury...just then as you approached ecstasy...just then as all your nerve endings fired and as your mind began to go blank, placing all attention on the pleasure you felt between your legs and in your chest....just then... ...I stepped back, releasing my touch!!! You moaned in disappointment, but assumed that the pause was merely one of my games, so you tried your best to stay quiet even as your hips and ass involuntarily undulated up and down on your flexed legs and bare back. But trying to remain composed was of little use, when your mind and body were racked with lust. Besides, your legs were tingling, your nipples burning and the fire in your pussy was soaring. You eyes begged with desire, but what you saw didn't provide comfort! I started to put on my coat and tie. "Oh God Michael," you groaned loudly and began to plead for more. But I finished dressing and then picked you up, gently, respectfully, and sat you down on my desk. We looked at one another. Neither of us spoke for several long minutes. You shifted back and forth, and then began to react. You were flushed and sweating. "You're not done touching me, are you?" you pouted, as you sat with legs spread and you began to toy suggestively with your own nipples and clit; exposing your greedy lust for my visual pleasure. "Yes My Sweetness," I replied as I finished the knot in my tie. "Your Master is done touching you. My hands, my lips and my cock shall no longer touch your flesh or fill you and my words shall no longer touch your mind and your heart. A submissive must act the part, and you've been less than fully willing. You want desperately to be possessed, controlled, exhibited and protected by a strong, virile, dominant man, but it appears that you are too frightened or inhibited to be complete or to completely submit and my attempts to fully convert you have been fruitless." "So disappointing, for you must know...you have what it takes....you are beautiful and your mind has a desire that your psyche won't permit.... I've repeatedly said you are special and I meant it. You should use your gifts... I pray that you do not resign yourself to a life of boring men and unfulfilled fantasies. Your innocence and your excitement were pleasurably stimulating but the countdown to freedom is complete. With sheer disappointment, this Master sets you free. ...I leave you only with a soft goodbye" "However, I leave you an open door. At any time in the future you desire my attention again, you may plead your case by submitting to Me an argument for reinstatement, and a profound demonstration of your complete and utter obedience and commitment. Any such display will be considered but may not necessarily be accepted. You must demonstrate worthiness and remorse." Then, I walked out the door without looking back, leaving you near-naked, hot, flushed and unsatisfied, but most importantly shocked and utterly alone! For greater than two months, I made myself unavailable. You left me messages, pleading, promising to be obedient, but I resisted for I had a plan...a lesson in mind. And just when you thought I'd never allow you the opportunity to make it up to me...just as you started to revert to the shy, innocent timid little girl you were before your conversion began...just before you agreed to date a sweet, gentle man who would have bored you to tears...I left you word of an opportunity to prove your worthiness and obedience by sending you the following written letter. "My dear, sexy Kat...I hope you've had sufficient time to think about your disobedience and about the tasks still at hand...I shall let you off the hook just this time for the past indiscretions. Don't take my generosity to be a sign of weakness! However, to be reinstated, you must complete the following deeds. Only then shall I give you a penance." "First, for the next five nights, you are to dress only in your choker and heels and while dressed as such, you must e-mail me describing your desires and begging for my attentions and My cock and begging for permission to cum! I want to read the wanton lust in your words and the most secret desires you possess. Tell me how you crave cock and My cum. Tell me how I should fuck you. Should I be gentle and soft? Or should I take you rough and forcefully. You must not pleasure My pussy that you carry for me through any of those sessions." "Second, blue nail polish...in my real of Masters and Slaves, blue nail polish signifies submission and a secret desire to have one's ass spanked! If you truly want to erase your disobedience, you must pay for your sins. For each of those five days, you shall wear the blue nail polish 24 hours a day...to work and at play. I'll let you decide. No nails painted blue signifies that you wish to end our association. Should you decide to paint your nails, know that there are those who will understand its secret significance. To those, it will give away your submissive nature and your naughty desires. As I said, I'll let you decide if you wish to paint any nails, but know that each painted nail signifies one spank across your sweet ass. How many do you desire, Sweetness? I care not whether you deserve them or not, only whether you desire any of them!" "Third, in your e-mails, you must describe your sensations and tell me about those who comment on your nails." "Fourth, no panties, but the shortest of skirts on all of those days." "Lastly; on the sixth evening at midnight, you are to sit by your phone naked 'cept for your heels and choker and wait for my call." And comply you did! Fully! By the end of the days and the deeds, when I finally called as you sat naked, shivering and craving, and fondling your symbolic choker, you could stand the abstinence no longer, and you were certain you would not disobey again! "Now, are you ready for my decision on your worthiness?" I asked when you picked up the phone. No hellos...no pleasantries. "Well my dear...your trial shall begin in a matter of moments. Are you prepared as I ordered? Are you wet; are you flowing my rewarding juices down your creamy thighs? Are your nipples sore with desire and lust? No touching my dear....no touching throughout your verdict..." "YOUR VERDICT! Kat my dear...you disappoint me with your disobedience...A Master should never have to consider that he expects too much too soon from his submissive...she should understand that his directives are for her growth and conversion...from a meek, timid, demure girl into an erotic, beautiful, woman; and finally into a proud, secure, confidently uninhibited, cock-craving, cum-drenchable, fuck-toy, to be used for My pleasure, but just as importantly, for yours." "However, as disappointed in you as I was, (and still am to a degree)...you have made great strides in a short period of time. Let us review your progress. Several weeks ago, you doubted yourself. You were meek and timid, and dressed conservatively. Now, look at you!" "The beauty that lay hidden is now exhibited. On my directives, and in my presence, you dress like a sexy, seething seductress. Men who do not know you greedily display their lust for you! Think how your brazen efforts arouse a bulge that they cannot control...then recognize that there are not only men who you sense lusting after you...but consider that there are many men who crave you, and many women who wish to be as sexy and as brazen as you that you often do not see! Sometimes your confidence may be shaken for a brief moment, and while you occasionally waver from nervousness, your body oozes your naughty fluids, giving away your secret lust and your hidden self." "But here is what pleases me most. You wore the Slave nail polish, exposing your Submission to all...and you tell me you are proud be so adorned...beauty and submission begets confidence. Confidence exudes beauty...when you think of yourself under my spell and within my grasp, think of how beautiful your are both physically and in your newfound, seductive attitude. For that is how I am coming to think of you." "When wearing your slave nail polish, your friends may tease you. Those who know recognize your naughty secret nature and submissive lust. You will learn to revel in the attention that it bares. Never avert your eyes from the greedy stares. Never smirk...look away not nervously, but confidently. No one except your Master has a right to expect you to admit your Submission...but neither should you ever deny it...no answer is the right answer...leave them thinking...only you and I need know for certain...all others may wonder!" "So now my Sweet Kat...here comes your verdict! You may not cum yet...you may not fondle MY pussy until I say...Don't forget that directive my dear!" "My verdict? You beg well, my dear Kat! And your conversion...while briefly delayed is coming along nicely! You've earned your spankings...as I said to you....I care not whether you deserve them or not...I only asked if you desired them! Thus, I'll reward you with your desire!" "You are, once again invited to my house. This Friday. But first, you need to prepare. I want you to relax...take a luxurious bubble bath. As I require, shave your pussy slick and smooth. Recall that while doing so, you are not to pleasure MY pussy! Your abstinence must continue throughout this night and until we meet again." "However, after your luxurious bath, you are to dress in your sexiest lingerie...and the choker or necklace that represents your submission and My domination over you. This outfit should also consist of panties. YES, you may, in fact, for just this once, you MUST wear panties...but they must be decorative only! Exceedingly tiny my dear! I expect that you are going to absolutely DRENCH them Sweet Kat...and that is part of the plan. You are then to apply the hottest red lipstick that you own! Finally, slip on your sultriest "Come Fuck Me" stiletto heels as well." "At this point in your preparation, dressed as I ordered, take the time to look at yourself in the full length mirror. Then, pray that you have the nerve for what you are about to experience. Arrive at My home sharply at 10:00 p.m. prepared to give yourself over to My control once again." Yours, Michael! The loud SMACK of the crop against the palm of my hand wakes you back to the present, and you are once again alert to the surroundings within my lair. You stand nervously far across the room...a cold shiver runs up your spine and you cross your arms over the bodice of your naughty lingerie once again. In silent fear, you now suspect the crop's intent from my devious look. You finger my symbolic neck choker and recall its significance, but for the moment you are a frightened little girl in an unfamiliar and intimidating grown-up Master's playpen! You consider turning and running but fear that I might not follow. No, whatever I have planned for you...you want it! You know I've never disappointed before. And you truly regret your disobedience and have missed our sessions more than you could have imagined And if there is one thing that you are...its cock-craved! The Trial Pure excitement overcomes your body and you feel your pussy lips quiver in erotic anticipation...you feel your sweet foamy froth, dribbling down the insides of your thighs and soaking your garter belts and you wonder in amazement what's come over you, for you so want what your eyes see, your flesh feels and your mind anticipates. Cock! You see it again in your "mad-with-lust" mind's eye. You see it rubbing across your face as you lie spread and tied and as you writhe with desire straining at your bonds, trying to grab it with both your dainty hands and stuff it into your mouth or your cunt! You shake you head, spinning back to the reality of the present even as you feel the warm flow of your juices down your lilly-white thighs. You scan the room. Under the dangling scarves you see a small area rug. Against the dark walls, a huge plush sofa and a smaller but none-the-less comfortable looking love seat are dwarfed under the towering shadows of the red velvet curtains they press up against. Beside my chair rests a small, undistinguishable furniture piece, covered by a purple velvet throw. In another corner of this expansive room rests a huge mahogany desk and a large, capped basket. "Come to me My Slave Kat." I finally order. I slap the crop lightly and repeatedly against my shin as you approach, then once ferociously across the palm of my hand! Your attention shifts back to me, and you gaze upon my rock hard cock, then into my dark menacing eyes! I don't move...but you do! Slowly you walk towards my unyielding form. Slowly you walk as your naughty heels click on the hard wood floor and echo off the walls. You hear your breath and sense your heart pounding! Slowly you walk, one sexy leg timidly crossing in front of the other. Several steps from me, you stop and stand nervously, "Michael," you start... But I interrupt! "Ssshhh My Kat," I whisper, "You are not to speak. You role is to obey and serve. Now My Slave Kat, assume the position...to your knees before me my dear...head down...ass high...legs spread wide!" Frightened yet excited, you drop to your knees before me, and crawl seductively, teasingly the last several yards. When within my range, you reach for my hand. The crop SNAPS like a cobra's bite...echoing loudly as it strikes your yearning wrist. You pull your sizzlingly pained hand back in timid fright. "Head down, Slave Kat," I order once again...and swiftly you comply, your head now pressing your cheek hard and flush against the warm wooden floor. You sense yourself shivering in fright and feel your heat pounding in your chest like never before! I stand, and circle behind you...you feel the crop between your legs...and it lightly taps the inside of your thighs urging you to spread them wider. As you do, you begin to whimper...an uncontrollable and inconsolable whimper from deep in your rebellious belly! Yet you feel your pussy throbbing and the wide gap between those soaked lips soaks up the warm glow of the fireplace heat. Your mind constantly wavers. You can't decide whether fright or excitement is the predominant sensation flooding your mind and draining your sense of control. But again you see cock in your mind. My cock, and you so want it! You so want it in your cunt! (Such a naughty little slut!) Then you feel my hand caressing your sweet ass, then your back and up to your neck. You sense your aroused breasts, and your tight little nipples harden and your even tighter little clit throb with desire. I gently run my hands through your silken hair. You shiver and shake it out swiftly, then place your cheek back against the floor signally your submission and the sacrificing of your body for my pillaging. A small smile escapes your lips as you revel in the glow of my gentle touch. You wiggle your ass and raise it ever higher, pulling your knees tightly to your torso as you do so. Then you feel it. Cold and hard the true slave collar snaps shut and tight around your neck and shortly thereafter, you feel the slave chain leash dangle icily down your back and against your side. "Oh my God, a leash!!" you think! And you know you've just relinquished total control...or rather, you realize I just took it from you! Now I take up the champagne and un-top the cork with a loud POP! The nectar oozes down my fingers, but I take one deep swig, then I stopper the bottle with my thumb, and shake it lustily hard and fast. Then pointing it towards your seethingly hot body, I release my thumb, and the cool, sweet fluid shoots forth from the bottle, drenching your body with cold, sticky champagne. "Ahhhhh" you groan, and you shiver in erotic, drenched glee. Sexy little goosebumps flood your flesh, the sweet bouquet wafts across your nostrils and mixes delectably with your musky scent and erotic images flash through your mind again! Leaning down, and taking a handful of your hair in my hand, I pull your head to my lips. "That is how My cock will shower you, My Sweet Kat," I whisper in your ear. Then I stand, and throw the now empty bottle into the fireplace. As it shatters in many pieces I laugh a hearty, near-psychotic laugh. Then, I turn my attention back to you and begin to lick the nectar hungrily, roughly, possessively from your face, then from your shoulders and lastly from your quivering thighs, groaning a manly devouring-like groan as I do. You dare not move, but cannot help shuddering from my naughty touch as your head presses against the floor, and your ass strains to meet my touch! You feel the cool champagne flow in a tiny rivulet down your back and across your left breast, until it slowly dribbles from the point of your throbbing, bullet-like nipple. You also feel it dribble down the insides of your thighs and mix with your sweet juices, soaking your thigh-highs. I circle back to the front of you, and stand above your head. You lift your head off the floor, and lustily, I take a hold of your hair in one hand once again and pull your face forcefully to my cock. "Is this what you want, Kat," I ask, as I pull your head back. "Are you My cock craving fuck-toy?" I ask? You open your mouth, eager to taste me and shake your head indicating, "YES, YES, YES, YES, YES" in swift and urgent desperation. But I refuse to allow it and once again, I gently press your head back to the floor and walk around you again. The crop touches your ass...and you shiver...then you feel it rise....and.....and....and SMACK! It crashes down onto your sweet ass and rips through your silken panties to your ripe flesh below! You cry out in sharp pain and lift your hands to cover your ass..."Oh God Master Michael," you cry out as your pussy fairly floods with warm, soothing, satisfying, drenching feminine "please fuck me" nectar! Taking the chain leash in my strong hands, I silently but roughly pull you to your feet and lead you, wiggly wet and knees weak to the plush chair. I sit; then spread you across my knees...your pink panties, now growing utterly soaked between your creamy thighs. Through your panties, I gently caress your red welted ass...preparing it...preparing you for the next volley! I gently spread your thighs, and then roughly grab at your pussy through the soft cloth. You moan and collapse against my supporting thighs, all the strength of rebellion within you slowly seeps from your body You dangle one arm and your long, shimmering hair to the floor, and you reach again to cover your ass. You feel the cold neck collar growing warm from the heat of your skin. The intensity of the music grows higher and higher...a jungle-like drumbeat of rising intensity now saturates your ears. "Michael, Please may I have another" you groan, "Oh God Please spank my ass Master!" you moan. "You surprise me Kat," I reply. SLAP!!! You feel the crop come down upon your sweet virgin ass once again. "OH Yes!" you cry out, as your slap echoes off the walls. You wiggle your ass, and lift your hand...now submissively exposing that sweet, curvaceous mound of flesh to my possession and silently exposing your lusty enjoyment. Never before did you think that you would so enjoy a spanking this stinging across your virgin ass, but now, spread vulnerable and beautifully across my knees...all your erotic womanly treasures about to be devoured, with no strength or desire to resist...and no control over your impending punishment, your cunt soaks through the panties onto my knees and your nipples strain for release. Your fingers now rush to those nipples and begin to pinch at and pleasure them in naughty greed! "Michael, Please may I have another," you groan once again, "Oh God Please spank my ass again Master! Your rebellious Slave desires your attention and it pleases her to receive her penance at your hands. Please, please, please may I have another?" Slowly, I inch your panties down off your sweet ass and powerfully swipe your hands from your nipples. You groan in disappointment, but without hesitating, you lift your ass high to eagerly assist me, while clenching your fingers into tight fists and holding your arms out high above your head. I inch the panties down to settle across your luscious thighs. Although you cannot see, but certainly feel, your ass is scarlet red already. Slowly I caress the seething, sizzling skin...to your mind the tender touch is a startling and a soothingly pleasurable contrast and you sigh, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh..." But then, just as you revel in the soothing touch, lost and inattentive becomes your mind... SLAP!!! You feel my open hand come down upon your Sweet ass once again! "OH Yes!" you cry out, as the slap echoes off the walls. You wiggle your ass, and shiver uncontrollably. "Fuck me Please! Fuck me now," you scream out, and you struggle to get to your feet. But my strength is too much for you, and besides, I have other plans for you at this moment. Not able to escape my clutches, you quickly fall into submission once again. Roughly, I rip the panties up over your ass. Startled, you look back at me in disappointment. But, taking the chain leash in my strong hands, I pull you to your feet and lead you, (never speaking, and never looking back), to the dangling silk cords. You stumble and fall to your knees once, weak-kneed, but I drag you up again. With the shuddering, but joyful pain on your soft, white flesh flooding your mind, you offer little resistance as I lead you by the leash and then slowly tie your wrists with the cords. Then I pull on the opposite ends of the cords, until they pull you upward, to the tips of your heeled toes. All the while you breathe heavily, excitedly. Now restrained, and your ass glowing under the pink silken panties from but the first three strokes, you begin to whimper once again; but not a timid whimper. No, your whimper now, is a lusty, hungry whimper through the stinging pain. Your whimper and your eyes beg for more without speaking the words. Your hands again clench into tight fists and you wobble, teetering on your toes. You feel your nipples throbbing and pray for a tongue lashing on each one. After tying you, I take the crop and with light taps, I spread your thighs until they are a good two feet apart and your toes just barely reach the ground. I pull the cords tighter, stretching you even higher...now taunt and rigid your thighs strain to hold your balance flexing strongly to support your meager weight My hands are upon your neck now, then down, warm and fresh over your shoulders and down your heaving chest. You try desperately to lean into my naughty touch and your heart pounds as you writhe in passionate lust. I envelope you in my strong, warm body. I purposely rub my naked, powerful body on your seething flesh, rubbing you in all the most stimulating places, teasing, torturing. I purposely make certain that my long rigid cock rubs everywhere your soft, pink flesh is exposed. Meanwhile, my bite is upon your neck, warm, wet, greedy and savage I devour your tasty flesh! Not gently! No! I bite, suck and caress...roughly, ferociously! Then as I continue to bite and taste, with one sudden act, I swiftly release my hold on you, step back and rip your bustier up the front and tear in down leaving it torn in tatters and dangling on your soft hips. My strength both amazes and excites you. You now stand, clad only in your choker, your panties and your naughty-girl hose and heels. Your breathing is heavy and with each deep breath, your chest heaves and your nipples surge. Your pussy flows sweet pussy juice down your thighs soaking your garters and thigh-high stockings nearly to your knees now. You sense your womanly aroma flood the air and wonder if I can sense your erotic excitement given off in your oozing scent as well. Slowly I walk around you, my eyes never leaving yours, and trail my strong hand across your giddy breasts. You struggle, trying to maintain eye contact, but my dominant stare finally breaks you down and you look downward averting your eyes from mine. Instead, you steal a glance at my long, rigid cock, and your lips silently mouth the word, "PLEASE." "Beg," I reply. "PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE Fuck me. I need your cock filling me," you groan as your knees buckle, and your head falls to the side. You hang with all your weight supported by your tied arms, silently signaling surrender while your voice trails off. "Cock Pleassssssse," you pleadingly moan. "Ah, you beg so well," I answer. "But why should I fuck you? As disobedient as you've been, perhaps I should just put you out now! You don't deserve this cock!" Your nipples hurt with the desire to be licked and your eyes rise again and follow me until I disappear from sight..."Michael, Pleasssssssse don't do that. I promise. I'll be obedient." Please punish me further...Please, may I have another," you groan, "Oh Michael Please spank my ass. Spank it. Spank Me." you beg aloud. SLAP!!!!!!! The crop rips into your sweet soft flesh once again! "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh" you scream out, and your thighs clench! "Please another." you groan. SLAP! Again you feel it lustily warm for the fifth time. You try desperately to bring your thighs together, and you whimper like a little puppy. Your eyes well up with tears of pain and tears of pleasure! "Five more," you count silently in your mind, and a vision of your hope...a vision of me, carrying you in my arms to the plush bear skin rug and then driving My cock into your snatch invades your minds eye. Your hands grip at your restraints and your teeth clench, but your body and mind reel with intense pleasure. Even as you gasp for air between each slap, you naughtily beg, (over and over), and promise to suck me like a slut and to fuck me like an insatiable animal if I only promise to release your restraints. You beg me to fill your pussy with my long, hard cock. And I remind you that "your" pussy is mine! You profess total agreement and continue to whimper and plead even as you shiver and shake. But I don't speak! Not a word...I don't concede, I provide no hint of agreement to fuck you. Then from behind you, you feel my strong hand reaching between your legs, and grasping at your soaking wet snatch...soaked with champagne and soaked with my reward...your juices continuing to dribble from your soft, glimmering patch! The contrast of your pained ass and your pleasured pussy sets you free and you orgasm. Panting and groaning, dripping and oozing, shivering with spasms, your orgasm flows over you in wave after wave of pleasuring relieve and your sweet nectar drools between my fingers and down your thighs. You shudder in the throes of an ecstasy that rides up and down your body in massive tidal waves of charging electricity that ends at your vibrating clitoris...a clitoris that you so wish you could reach and fondle at this very moment! But alas, you cannot for you are tied and spread...but I can and I do, which prolongs your ecstasy...or is it agony when you can neither touch nor taste and you have no control over your inhibitions or your emotions. You begin to cry. Is it pleasure, pain, desperation, despair or joy? Salty, wet tears flow down your cheek, diluting and spreading your mascara onto your cheeks. Your lips quiver and curl. "Please fuck me, Michael," you sigh. I pay no attention. I fall to the ground between your legs and taste my reward dripping down your thighs...licking slowly up the inside of each but then devouring your pussy nearly whole; devouring it through your silken panties, your shaved snatch spread by my furious lips and probing tongue, but the panties allowing no penetration. Rough, nasty, hungry, animal-like. "Oh God Michael...Oh yes, eat me," you cry out through the tears, and try desperately to fall into my arms. But the restraints above hold you fast. I stand, and gently wipe the drying tears from your flushed cheeks. I take one loose silk scarf and blindfold you. Then, I roll the velvet covered furniture piece in back of you, uncovering it to reveal a pew-like kneeler, with a waist-high rail in front and a cushion like, angled seat behind...and although you cannot see it due to your blindfold...protruding from the cushion-like, angled seat is a huge, ten-inch long and nearly two-inch wide, shiny-metal dildo which is angled and lubed for easy insertion at a moments notice. I roll the pew-like kneeler between your legs as I listen to your desperately hot and panting breath. You turn your head to and fro urgently trying to find me in your ears...but all you sense is the sweet aroma of my musky cologne and body! I loosen your restraints and you fall to your knees. Instantly, with the chain lease in my hands, I pull you roughly forward and bend you at the waist, over the rail. Then I retie your hands far away from your body, but pulling you forward. Next, I insert a separating bar between your knees so that you cannot close your legs. With your ass, your cunt, your nipples and your face all easily accessible now, I speak. "Kat My pet," I groan, "your pleasure has only just begun." You want to believe that means my cock will soon fill you. You pant girlishly, desperately eager for my touch! I slowly slide my hands down your waist, over your smooth but pained ass, and into your panties and up, up between your warm, pleading lips. "You are utterly soaked, my dear Kat," I say as I caress your warm, oozing mound and run my long fingers through your drenched slit. You gasp at my touch and wiggle your ass, straining to get your widely spread and tied arms around me and my probing fingers into you...into MY pussy! For it is pleasure that you seek...pleasure that you want...pleasure that you need; but pleasure that I control! "But not yet wet enough to take my Cock, Kat. Sorry you're not ready!" I say. "I am, I am," you groan! Removing my fingers from your pussy, I run them across your lipstick covered lips and you struggle to taste, extending your wet tongue and gasping and groaning hungrily. But after offering you one brief taste of your own tangy nectar, (which you obviously savor without hesitation or inhibition), I rip the panties from your ripe, welted ass. Once again the luscious red welts that adorn your slave ass are plain to see! Next, I gag you with the soaked and tattered panties. "The pleasure you are about to receive my dear Kat must be muffled," I say, with more than a little dominance in my voice. The taste of your salty juices excites your mind and you suck the panties deep between your lips, savoring your tart cum mixed with the sweet champagne and awaiting your impending pleasure. You only wish my cum were mingled with your juices. Bent over the rail, my dear Kat...so naked, so naughty, so yearning, so spread and so exposed! You mumble something I cannot make out, and raise your ass suggestively. "You are loving every last second of this aren't you My Sweetness," I ask, (not expecting an answer). But answer you do; by exhibiting your cock crazed, secret side that you try to hard to hide in public, but have long yearned to allow to escape in private. You know you've found the man to bring it out and you'll not hesitate; not resist, not disobey tonight. "Please," you try to say through the cum-soaked panties, but all I can make-out is the second phrase word..."Cock!" you beg.