1 comments/ 10855 views/ 0 favorites Their Journey: A D/s Love Story By: Steve1613 Him He was in his mid-40s, trim and worked as a manager in an office. He had been in a vanilla marriage for years that just didn't ever seem fulfilling. Finally, he realized that life was not getting any shorter and decided to end the marriage. By then they were just going through the motions so it was a relief for both parties. He tried unsuccessfully to meet women for months but just couldn't seem to find them. Mostly it was because he didn't meet that many people outside of work. You know how it is, you work all day and when you finally get home, you are stressed out from the commute. So you get some exercise and then run some errands. Before you know it, the evening is gone. Usually, he just got a chance to get some dinner and watch a little TV before heading off for bed to start the cycle all over again the next day. He had heard about online dating from a friend and thought he would give that a try. He put up a profile on a couple of vanilla dating websites. Chatted with some women via email, got a couple of dates but just didn't feel the chemistry he was looking for. He laid off the online scene and just contented himself with surfing the web. He found some BDSM sites, read some stories and realized what he was missing, the sense of control and dominance over a woman. He put his profile up on Alt.com and got a wink from a submissive. He emailed her and they started chatting. It didn't take long for them to get together, a relationship which lasted for a couple of months. But she was just interested in occasional role playing, not really submitting. So he broke it off. He found some other profiles that seemed interesting but when he emailed them, he realized that their backgrounds were too different. He was intelligent and well educated. He wanted a sub who could keep up an intelligent conversation during their vanilla times. He wanted a woman who submitted, not because of low self esteem, but because of a desire for control, to be cherished for her submission. Then he found a profile that he liked and emailed her. She responded and that began a couple of months of emails and calls. He knew she was a little larger than he liked but he liked her intelligence, submissiveness and desire to please. He asked for her picture and liked what he saw. Later, when they finally met, he found that the pictures were 10 years old and definitely did not match her current looks. In those missing 10 years, she had let herself go and thought he wouldn't mind. Well, the new look didn't bother him nearly as much as the dishonesty did. A true D/s relationship is based on trust and communication. Needless to say, he was not willing to begin a relationship based on dishonesty. So he went looking again and found the profile of a woman that truly excited him. Her profile showed that she was 37, divorced, with an average body, and worked in a sales job. Furthermore, she had a good education, wrote well, and seemed to desire those things he offered. So he emailed her and his journey to fulfillment began. Her She was a woman who felt some uncertain desires, she sometimes felt that she would only be alive, who she really truly is, if she had the freedom that comes with complete submission. The thought both scared and inflamed her. She had fantasized about it for a while, but only recently had she considered acting on her fantasies. She had recently lost her husband and needed a man. She had always had strong sexual desires but not always with her husband. Not that she had cheated, just that she had wanted to. He just had not controlled her as she needed to be controlled. But now she was free. Freedom was scary, or at least very uncomfortable. She needed to be cared for, her actions controlled. The world is uncertain, she needed something very certain in her life, she needed a Master. She put her profile up on Alt.com, kind of on the spur of the moment, not sure what to expect or how much she was interested in pursuing her fantasy of submitting to a man. She was a self assured educated, professional woman. So what was she thinking of, submitting to a man? She knew if she did go through with this, she needed to find the right Master. She was giving her self, body and soul, to a man. She wanted a man to care for her and control her. She would do whatever he desired with and to her. But that would show how much he cares for her. She would feel cherished and cared for. She would take care of her Master in all ways including sexually, emotionally, and intellectually. Sexually, she would be available for whatever He desired. Emotionally, she would be available for whatever he desired. Intellectually, she would not let him down when he needed a foil for his intellect. One day she read a story that spoke to her, to her very core. It talked about submission, Masters, and the responsibilities of both in a relationship. She could not help herself. She thought about this Man for days, watching to see if he wrote anything more. He did! What he wrote just confirmed what she felt. Now what to do?! Then, amidst the flurry of responses she had gotten to her profile, she received one that stood out. It was from the Man who had spoken to her in his stories. She read his profile; he was what she wanted emotionally but was a little older than she had wanted. But he spoke to her soul the way no man her age had ever done. Now what to do? She was torn, should she pursue her fantasy or should she play it safe. Her very soul told her to pursue her fantasy, but it was so hard. She re-read all his stories, but then, he posted a new one! Oh, god! It spoke to her directly. She logged on to Alt.com. He wasn't on but she decided to email him. She told him of her desires, what she was interested in, wishing he would contact her. Then she waited. It was the longest wait she had ever had. She was afraid both that he would respond and that he wouldn't because he didn't find her worthy. She started checking her email almost hourly. Then, it happened! An email from Him! He talked about himself, his interests, both vanilla and as a Dom. He discussed her desires and how he reflected them in his desires. She was hooked. His response was everything she could have asked for. He didn't assume she was his slave already. He talked to her as a person who would be a sub, a person with feelings and interests. He talked about the road he would take her on and how it would lead to her final submission. She felt warmed by his interest in her and knew this was a Man she would happily submit to. So she emailed him back and thus began her journey to submission, freedom, and happiness. First Meeting: His View I had emailed her a couple of times a week for a while. Then started daily, sometimes almost hourly emails. My first emails were about myself, my vanilla likes and interests. She told me that her job required her to be a little aggressive but that she longed for the security and warmth that would come with submitting to a Man. We began to discuss her submissive fantasies and the extent she was interested in submitting. We did some cyber role playing, with her getting used to being submissive. As we played, she clearly was getting more and more excited about total submission. A month ago we began to talk on the telephone. I was intrigued with her voice; it was soft and unsure but at the same time, sexy. She gradually became used to calling me "Sire" and soon became excited about it. I would not let her call me Master until she fully submitted. We continued our role playing, but now it was over the phone. She would frequently cum during these sessions and always screamed "Sire!" when she came. Now it was time for us to actually meet. I picked a nice restaurant where we could have a private conversation but where she could feel comfortable due to its public nature. I was confident about my role but knew this was a big step for her. So far we had been playing their roles at a safe distance, now reality was coming closer. Also, I was curious to see what she actually looked like. We had exchanged pictures but reality does not always match, as I well knew. I arrived at the restaurant about 15 minutes before our date. I wanted to see her before she saw me to see how she acted in public. In a few minutes, I saw a woman come in and peer around the room. I was very pleased; she looked very much like her pictures. She wore her age well and had a degree of uncertainty that can be so appealing in a sub. I like a sub who is old enough to fully appreciate what submission means but not so old that she doesn't desire frequent sex. She has enough experience to understand what she wants and can know what it really means to submit. She approaches the hostess and is led to my table. I rise to greet her, taking her hand and bent over to kiss it. Old fashioned, I know, but I was seeking the kind of relationship that goes way back in human history. She seemed both pleased and surprised by my greeting. I pulled her chair out so she could sit. She was obviously nervous and started a smooth patter of talk that seemed to come from her professional life. I let her talk until she ran out of things to say. She realized what she had done and then looked sheepishly at her hands laying in her lap. I just smiled and told her how nice it was to watch her talk; she had such a lively face and it was made even prettier by the ease with which she laughed. Her face lit up at this compliment. Then I took up a thread from our last phone conversation about her desire to get away sometime and go camping. We started discussing camping and this led to other topics. Soon she settled down and became comfortable. As the evening wore on, we started touching on why she was interested in submitting and what she wanted out of a relationship. I told her of my desire to take on a sub, what I felt were my responsibilities in a D/s relationship, how I would take care of a sub, cherish her, and how much I appreciated what she would be giving me. We talked for hours and suddenly the waiter was standing at my side with the check. The restaurant was closing for the night. How the time had flown! I paid the check and got up to pull her chair out for her. As she rose, she leaned into my and whispered that she had had a good time. I told her that I had enjoyed it also. As we walked out of the restaurant, I took her hand in mine. She looked at me shyly and gave my hand a quick squeeze. I walked her to her car and waited while she unlocked the door. As she stood back up, I gently turned her around and we shared our first kiss. I told her I would call her later to be sure she got home all right and to set up our next meeting. I warned her that not all nights would be like tonight. Sometime soon she would kneel in front of me but that I would give her time to understand her place. She whispered "Thank you Sire" and got into her car. I closed the door and watched her drive away, sure that I had found my sub. As I walked to my car, I hummed a little tune and felt happy; my world would soon be complete. It would take time and patience to properly train her, but she would make it all worthwhile. I looked forward to the adventure. First Meeting: Her View We emailed back and forth every few days for the first week or two. Then we started emailing each other every day. The tone of his emails gradually became more dominant, but that was what I was looking for. It excited me. We started exchanged fantasies and discussing our desires. I was amazed how much our fantasies and desires were alike, almost mirror images. It got so that I couldn't wait for his emails and, I guess he couldn't either. We started exchanging almost hourly emails. I started reliving our fantasies before going to sleep each night and having the most intense orgasms I have ever had. This, without even being touched by the man. Finally, I decided to take the next step and give him my phone number. I knew he wanted it, but he was so patient and understanding with me. He had waited until I was ready. I was so nervous driving home that night from work. I couldn't believe it, I spend all day dealing with men, selling them computer services and products and here I was, nervous over a single call. I spent the evening anxiously waiting for the phone to ring. Finally, it did and I answered it. He was on the line. I almost came when I heard his voice for the first time, it was so sexy. He was so confident and sure. I just stammered and finally managed to get out "Hello." He told me how glad he was to finally hear my voice and started talking about little things until I calmed down. We talked for almost three hours before he said I should get to bed, he remembered how early I had to get up for work. It felt so good to know he listened to what I had told him in our emails and he CARED about ME. He asked me if he could call me the next night, and, of course, I said "Yes." Well, we started talking every night and sometimes before work in morning. We talked about our fantasies. He would start describing different things to me, it was incredible. I had never cum from phone sex before, but he could make me cum two or three times in a single call. After thinking about it for days, I decided to ask him if I could call him "Master." So one evening, I just did it. It was both the most difficult thing and the most liberating thing I have ever done. He paused, then said "No, little sub. Not yet. Only when you have truly submitted may you call me Master. For now you may call me Sire." I couldn't believe it, I actually came when he said that. I mean, I was disappointed on one level that he would not let me call him Master but his reason meant so much to me. After that the tone of our nightly conversations was definitely that of a Master and his sub. I started yelling "Sire" whenever I came. I became so used to asking him for permission for anything, it just felt right. I loved it when he would give me permission to cum in the mornings before work. I loved having this man control me, I felt so warm and secure. After a couple of weeks, he asked if I was ready to finally meet. I had been dreaming of that for a while by then, so I immediately said yes, before I had a chance to think. We discussed when to meet and agreed to meet that Saturday. He said he would make reservations at a restaurant and send me the address. He apologized for not picking me up, but he said that he didn't want me to feel concerned about giving out my address to a person I had not even met. Again, I was warmed by his understanding and concern for me. Saturday finally came. I spent the day nervously trying on different outfits and getting ready. Sometimes I would stop and think "I am an educated professional, what am I doing? I meet people every day and am often in control of the meeting. Why am I so nervous? What am I doing, meeting some man to see if he wants to take control of me? To own me, body and soul?" But then, my heart and soul would answer, "Because it is right, he should be in control. I am meant to serve." Finally, it was time to leave. I didn't want to be late. I knew how he liked people to be prompt (I was late calling him one night and he scolded me. I felt so bad, but at the same time, so good when he did that). When I got to the restaurant, I took a minute to check my hair and makeup. I didn't have much makeup on. He doesn't like a lot. He says that a woman is beautiful as she is, make up should enhance that beauty not hide it. Then I got out of the car. I stood there, nervously, for a minute before taking a deep breath and starting for the restaurant entrance. I looked around the dining room when I went in, but didn't see him. So I asked the hostess and she led me to his table. I was glad she didn't look at my knees, they were shaking, I was so nervous. When I got to his table, he stood and kissed my hand. As he did that, I felt a shiver run up my spine. I looked at him there in front of me, so confident and sure, while I was so nervous. He looked just like his picture, the picture I had stared at for hours while masturbating, but even better because I could see the calmness and warmth in his eyes. He pulled out my chair for me, me, a woman would be his sub. He pulled out my chair! I sat and all of a sudden, words were coming out of my mouth. I knew it was just habit to talk like this, it was how I started all my sales calls, but I couldn't stop. Throughout my babbling, he just sat there and smiled, nodding at appropriate times. Finally, I ran out of steam and stopped. I was embarrassed but he just said how much he liked hearing me talk and loved the way my face looked as I laughed. I felt so much better, I had not displeased him. He started to ask me some questions about where I had gone camping, something we had talked about a little before. It was so nice to be able to talk about something safe. Well, I don't know what all we talked about that evening; I just wished it would never end. I do know we talked about submission and what I wanted. He told me about his values, his sense of responsibility, and how he viewed a D/s relationship. I had heard some it before, but it was so nice to hear it while looking into his eyes. I could tell he felt strongly about these things and I felt so much better. He would take care of me, he would value me. From that moment, I knew I wanted to be his. Unfortunately, the evening came to an end. The waiter arrived to tell him the restaurant was closing. I couldn't believe it, where had the time gone? He paid the check. It was funny; I didn't even offer to pay my part like I would any other time. It just felt right for him to take care of it and of me. He stood and pulled out my chair for me to rise. As we started walking out of the restaurant, he took my hand in his. It felt so very good. Then he walked me to my car. I felt so safe and protected with him. I unlocked my car door and, as I stood up, I felt his hands turn me around. Then, he kissed me. I almost melted right then. If he had told me to kneel in front of him right then, I would have. I would have given him a blowjob right there in the parking lot if he had told me to. I was his. He told me he would call me later to be sure I got home all right. He cared! I knew he was starting to take responsibility for me; he was taking the first step to being my owner. It felt so good and so right. Then I called him "Sire" for the first time in His presence. I got into my car and He shut the door. As I drove away, I could see Him watching my car, being sure I was all right. I felt so complete, I was sure this was the Man I would gladly submit to. I hoped I would be His forever. I knew I would serve Him and do anything to please Him. Please God, let Him want me and take me for His own. Training: His View I watched her walk away, sobbing quietly. Her back had five red stripes and her ass was an even red. She had displeased me this evening and I had administered the first of what would be a series of disciplinary sessions. This one was actually more severe than I would normally give for that particular error. But I wanted her to fully understand what she was in for if she fully submitted to me. Over the next few weeks, I would teach her to understand the pain and joy that are a part of submission. I knew that she would understand that these marks were also a sign of my ownership. When she fully understood that, she would not just endure her discipline; she would embrace it and take joy in being my property. One day she would ask for it, be reminded of her status. I went to get some cream for her back and a small glass of wine for her. She needed to understand in her soul the two sides of submission, being disciplined and being cherished. Through this she will come to understand the rightness of her surrender and completely trust me. Their Journey: A D/s Love Story Training: Her View It had to happen; I made a mistake. I was distracted and told him to get his own drink. I knew immediately that I had erred. But it was too late. He took my wrist and pulled me into his bedroom where he disciplined me. At first the pain was excruciating as was the humiliation. Here I was, a professional educated woman, and this man was disciplining me for disobeying him. First he whipped me across my back and then pulled me over his knee where he proceeded to spank me. I started to cry, but I also became aware that my pussy was getting very wet. It was so strange. Then it was over. He let me up and I walked away sobbing. A few minutes later he found me in the corner where I had curled up. He sat down beside me and pulled me into his lap. At first, he just held me. Then he turned me around and started to rub some cream on to the welts on my back. It felt so good to have him care for me like that. I had erred, been punished, and now all was forgiven. I knew this Man was the right one for me. Submission: Tonight They Become One Tonight was going to be a big night; tonight I will take responsibility for a sub. She will give herself to me and I will become her Master. I have it all planned and the house is ready. I told her to arrive at 8 pm and to wear a dress. It is now 7:59 and the doorbell rings. I open the door and she is standing there, obviously nervous. "Hello. I see you are right on time. Very good! Come on in." As she enters, I take her coat, letting my hands linger on her shoulders. She leans into me a little before I pull her coat down her arms and hang it up. Then I wrap my arms around her and whisper in her ear "I am so happy to see you. Thank you for the incredible gift you are giving me." Then I lead her into the living room where I have a bottle of Chardonnay chilling on ice. There is soft music playing in the background. I pour us both a glass of wine and give her one. I knew she would be nervous this evening and wanted her to relax. "Please, sit down and get comfortable. I want you to relax a little before the ceremony" "But sir, I am not sure I can. I am both so nervous and so anxious, I just can't seem to think. I certainly can't relax." But she sits and I move around behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and gently rub them. "It will be all right, I will take care of you." "I know, that is why I am so anxious to begin. But it is such a big step. I have never submitted to anyone before. I want it but I also realize that I am giving up me, the person I am." I pause before replying. "No, little one. You are not giving up who you are. You are becoming your true self. As we have discussed, you are born to serve a Man. You have felt a void in your life all these years. You will be loved and cherished. All you are giving up is the burden of control. I will take that burden from you and thereby free you. This is big decision for me as well. I am taking responsibility for another person. One I must care for the rest of our lives. I will be responsible for your health, both physical and mental. But it is a burden I gladly will take. In exchange, you will be giving me your body, your love, and your service. It is an exchange of the things we both want from the other. I get a woman to serve me and you get someone to keep you safe, and secure. On top of that, we will have our love." "I love it when you put things straight in my mind. You always seem to know what will make me feel better. Thank you." "Now relax and drink your wine before it gets warm." "Yes, sir." "Think on what submission will give you and you will feel better." As we sit, enjoying our wine, I let my mind wander over the events that led up to this night. The long discussions, the love making, and role playing. The days spent seeing the sights, long drives in the country to try out the various local vineyards. All these events let her get used to me being in charge. Gradually getting her used to me making the decisions, asking her opinion on some things but not on others. But most of all, just getting to know one another. This was a decision for our lives, not for a single night or even a month. It took a while to get to this point. But it was definitely worth it. I was lost in these thoughts when I heard her let out a sigh and suddenly the tension seemed to leave her body. She had come to terms with her decision. "Let us begin." I say and lead her into the basement. The only light comes from a large candle. "Now, take off your clothes and put them in the trash can." "What, the trash can" she says. I just look at her until she lowers her head and begins to unzip her dress. "You are casting off the remains of your old life with its uncertainty and insecurity. This is the first step into my world." Once she has removed all her clothes and put them in the trash can, I pull out the plastic liner and tie it up. I light a short candle and tell her to kneel in front of it. "Remain kneeling until the candle has burned out. During that time, think of 5 things you will gain by your submission. You will tell them to me when I return." With that, I blow out the other candle and take the bag with her clothes and walk up the stairs. I have a small video camera in the room so I can monitor the candle. The candle will take an hour to burn out (I measured it with a similar candle). During that time, her knees and back will grow sore. But that will help her appreciate her decision even more. An hour has passed and I see the candle begin to flicker. So I walk down the stairs. The room is dark but I know where the large candle is. I walk over to it and light it. "As the candle banishes the darkness in this room, I shall banish the darkness from your life. Tell me the 5 things you will gain from submitting to My will." "Master" she begins. "You have not earned the right to call me Master yet!" "Yes, sir. Sir, I will gain: Freedom from the burden of decisions. Safety in the shadow of your protection. Security in your arms. Happiness from serving You. Knowledge that I have a purpose, to serve the Man who is my Master." "Very good. Now you may ask for the privilege of serving me." "Sir, may this sub have the honor of serving and obeying you, of being your property, to do with as you would for the rest of my life." "Yes, you may." I take out the collar I had made for her. "With this collar, I take ownership of you. I freely and gladly take on the responsibilities that come with owning a sub. I will cherish and protect you. I will take the responsibility for your training so that you can best serve and obey me. You may kiss my feet, then I will fasten this collar around your neck." She places her hands on the floor and bends down to kiss my feet. Then she gets back into the kneeling position. I place her collar around her neck saying "This collar is the symbol of your submission. Only I may take it off. Now you may call me "Master" "Thank you Master for what you have given me. I promise to be the best sub ever." "I know, little one." Then I lead her up the stairs to our bedroom where I have candles lit and more wine chilling. We spend the evening making love. Once, I catch her fingering her new collar. When I do, she gently kisses me and says "Thank you, Master. I love it and I love you." "I love you also, little sub." Master Brings a second sub home to play Master enters the front door and yells "Becky, Master's home and he's got a surprise for you!" Becky comes running up yelling "Master! A surprise! Oh goody!" "Yes, Master brought home a friend for you to play with." With that he pulls Tricia out from behind him. Tricia, a bisexual 25 year old, is a potential sub I met at work. Becky gets real quiet when she sees Tricia and then whispers to me Master, "But I thought we were supposed to keep this a secret." Becky works as a computer sales person for a large electronics manufacturer and cannot have her true self revealed to the world. "It's all right. Remember I spoke to you of my desire for a second sub, at least on an occasional basis. Tricia has played at with the idea of being a sub for 2 years now and now is interested in exploring her submissive side more fully. She will stay here this weekend and, if every thing works out, maybe she will come stay with us occasionally. But for tonight, she is going to be my sub's friend and learn about how subs make their Masters happy." "Oh Master. Thank you for bringing over a friend. I have been so worried that I was not able to take care of you enough when I have to go out of town. Now I will know you are served properly when I am not here. "I know, little one. That's why I brought her home. Master is going to teach you how to play with another sub. Then you are going to show her how to make me very, very happy." Becky licks her lips and asks quietly, "Master is still pleased with me, aren't you? You know I will do anything for you. I want to be Master's slave forever." "Don't worry, little one. I am very pleased with my little sub and want to keep her forever. The most Tricia could end up as would be your little sister but she could never replace you." "A sister! Oh, Master, we could serve Master even better! I promise to teach her how to make you so happy." We walk into the living room, the girls whispering to each other and giggling. I smell dinner cooking and know that dinner will be ready at 7, the time I desire dinner every work night. "Becky, do you need to do anything for dinner at this time?" "No, Master, I do not have to attend to it for 15 minutes." "Very good. Now take Tricia up to your room and find her suitable clothes. She is about your size. Be sure you are ready to serve my dinner on time and Tricia is properly clothed for dinner." "Oh yes, Master." I wander into the living room and look at the mail Becky has laid out for me. Shortly the two subs come downstairs. Both are dressed in see through aprons with matching thongs and collars. Becky kneels before me and asks if I desire anything before she finishes preparing dinner. "No, you may go." As she scurries off, I notice Tricia is kneeling at the bottom of the stairs. "Tricia, help in the kitchen." I wander into the dining room which, of course, is already set for my dinner. As it is almost 7, I sit and almost immediately Becky serves my dinner and kneels beside me. "Tricia, kneel on the other side of me. That will be your place during dinner." While I eat, I occasionally give each sub a bite of my food. They very carefully lick my fingers to be sure to get them clean. As soon as I am finished, I tell the subs that they may clean up and to put the leftovers into their bowls. Shortly, both subs are kneeling beside me. So I get up and go into the kitchen, subs following at my hand command. I place their bowls on the floor and tell them they may eat. They scurry over to their bowls and get on all fours and start to eat. I watch, amused at the way Tricia is having problems eating without using her hands. Soon they have both licked their bowls clean and are looking up at me. "You may clean up and join me in my bedroom." As I walk up the stairs, I hear them rushing to finish cleaning up. I attend to my needs in the bathroom while I am waiting for the subs to join me. Then I enter my bedroom and begin to unbutton my shirt. Suddenly, both subs burst into the room and kneel in front of me. I frown but decide not to say anything this time about their unseemly haste. I have more interesting things to teach them right now. "You may help me undress." Tricia rises and starts to unbutton my shirt while Becky removes my shoes. Then Becky reaches out and unfastens my pants. She finishes and starts to pull my pants down, pausing once to gently run her hand over my cock. As she does so, I gently pat her head. Now Tricia finishes removing my shirt and I stand there in my briefs. "Prepare yourselves." Both subs remove their dinner clothes and kneel in front of me again. "Becky, lay down on the bed. Tricia, when she has positioned herself, I want you to lie beside her and the two of you to kiss." At that, Becky looks at me wide-eyed. We have talked about my desire to have two subs have sex but she has never been with a woman, so this is new to her. But she is a good sub and obeys. Tricia lies down and begins to kiss Becky. It is obvious that Tricia has done this before and enjoys it. Becky is hesitant but kisses back. Meanwhile, Tricia's hands begin to wander over Becky's body. At first, Becky stiffens at her touch but when Tricia begins caressing her breasts, she settles down. I knew that would happen since Becky loves to have her breasts fondled. Soon Becky begins to caress Tricia's body and then the subs really start going at it, their breathing becomes louder and they begin to moan. "Now, Tricia, show her how to eat pussy." Becky looks at me and then lays back as Tricia squirms down her body, putting her head between Becky's legs. As she begins to lick, Becky starts to moan. I know it won't take long for my horny little sub to orgasm. So I say "Becky, you may cum when you are ready." I know she won't cum unless given permission and I don't want to let this erotic scene stop for anything. The whole time I am watching their lovemaking, I have my hand on my cock rubbing it up and down. This is a scene I have desired for a while now and it is finally happening. I know that I will want this again. "AH, ahh, OH Master!!!! Oh, Master! Master" Becky yells as she has an intense orgasm. Finally, she collapses and Tricia looks up at me to see if I want her to continue. I shake my head and she stops. I wait a minute to let Becky catch her breath and say "Now it is your turn Becky. Eat Tricia's pussy like you've been shown." With that, Tricia lays back on the bed and Becky positions herself between Tricia's legs. As she begins to lick, Tricia eyes close and she begins to moan. I can't take it any longer; I bury my cock in Becky's pussy. I ram it in and out while Becky continues to lick her first pussy. Soon all three of us cum in an explosion of orgasmic delight. It was incredible! And there was more to come! I planned on enjoying this weekend very, very much. I lay back and motion for the two subs to clean me with their tongues. While their warm wet tongues gently lick my cock, I begin to think about what I want next. Later, after hours of intense sex, I allow the subs to lie in bed with me as we fall asleep. Becky is snuggled on my right side and Tricia on my left. As she falls asleep Becky says "Thank you Master. It was incredible. I am so happy to be yours." "I am glad you belong to me also. Sleep well. In the morning I expect the two of you to wake me with your tongues, just like when we are alone." "Yes, Master. Thank you again for a wonderful experience."