2 comments/ 15715 views/ 1 favorites Tree Line Motel Ch. 01 By: redheadsub Tree line Motel. Room 16. 8pm sharp. Do Not Be Late! She read the text message for the fourth time. Wondering what he would have her do this time. Would she be beaten, tied-up, and fucked? Would he allow her to come? Would he allow her to suck his cock, and swallow his seed? As she drove home she planned her attire and the depth of her submission. She knew she had been lacking in her abilities lately. He had punished her severely the last time they had met. If only she had followed his directions better she would have been able to sit down that following week. When she pulled into her driveway she noticed a package on her doorstep, wrapped in plain brown paper. Automatically she knew, he had planned her evening completely. She didn't even have the choice of attire any longer. He had warned her that she would not have the power of thought but somehow she hadn't really believed it. Opening her car door and walking to her front steps she contemplated her situation. She knew if she wished to continue serving him, she had to listen. She would have to give over her body and her mind to SIR. If she could do this all her future would belong to him until he tired of her. Her very essence screamed for her to fulfill her desires, to listen and follow what he had set down for her. Yet she was filled with fear and uncertainty. Could she handle the tasks he set for her? Could she live with the constant arousal serving him lead to, the constant arousal that was only satisfied if he desired it to be so. Approaching the package she noticed SIR had written some thing on it. OPEN IMMEDIATELY! She knew he meant here, on her front stoop. Where anyone could see. What if it contained something shocking, embarrassing, arousing? She asked herself time and time again. But, in the end she opened it. On the very top was a letter addressed to her. Dear Slut, In this box are your outfit and your instructions for this evening. You are to take it to your room and unpack it. Follow each instruction as you come to it. Do not dally, as you are only 3 hours from your appointed time to be at the room. SIR Immediately she took the box to her room and began the process of submitting to her MASTER. The next thing she found was a scrap of paper with the words shower and shave every inch of your body completely. Following his instructions she went to the bathroom and began to get the water to a suitable temperature. Gathering her shaving equipment and undressing she stepped into the shower. She soaped and rinsed and exfoliated till she shined, and then she began the task of shaving her body. Beginning with her legs she worked up to her mound. Spreading her legs she worked a rich lather of cream between her legs and began to draw the razor from the back to the front, erasing any hair to be found. As she drew the razor forward she began to feel her state of mind slip towards arousal. She wanted to run her fingers over her clit and then between her slick lips, but knew it was forbidden to masturbate unless instructed to. After removing all traces of hair from her pussy and her anal area she quickly removed the hair under her arms and rinsed all the shaving cream residue from her body. Stepping from the shower she toweled her body dry and worked a moisturizing cream into her skin. Being careful to avoid stimulating her core anymore then it already was. She carefully dried her hair and combed the massive tangles from the waist length brown locks. Going back to the box she removed the next item. A shiny, silver bullet vibrator. It was self-explanatory what she was to do with it. So slipping it between her lips she wet it and then slid it into her waiting cunt. Since she had no other instructions, she did not turn it on. Then came the nipple clamps. They were gold in color and looked to be already tightened to the tightness he desired her to experience. So gathering first one nipple then the other she rolled and squeezed till they were aroused and hard. Grasping the ends of the clips she squeezed till they opened and arranged them on her turgid breasts. Releasing the ends till they were fully biting her flesh. She frowned as the pain registered in her mind, and smiled as the wetness slowly slipped down her thighs. The pain made her wetter then she already was. Reaching into the box again, she found another note. Dress in the outfit provided and follow the instructions for your hair and makeup. You are to wear every item in this box. She reached into the box and felt something very soft and silky. It was a pair of thigh high stockings. Red in color with a black seam that would run up the back of her legs once on. She put them on, smoothing them up her leg and being sure to get the seam in perfect alignment. Next came a red shelf bra. She began to put it on and realized it was a few sizes too small, making her 34c breasts spill out of the top. It barely covered her nipples and it pinched the clamps even harder against her. If she breathed to heavily, she would fall out and her clamps could catch on the bra. Following the bra was a red thong, though it was sheer and looked very tiny also. She stepped into it one leg at a time and brought it up between her thighs to cover her sex. It would keep the bullet in her and not let it slip from her depths. The directions for her hair and makeup were very detailed. Her hair was to be very wild and curled in large barrel curls. She was to tease it until it stood up and out from her face. Her makeup was more detailed. Her eye shadow was to be dark gray with her eyes rimmed in deep black eyeliner. Thick black mascara would finish her eyes. Her blush was to be red, and look like it was on a prostitutes face. Her nails and lips were to be deep blood red. She was to file her nails until they were smooth and boxy on the ends. Then she was to be sure her perfume was thick and made her smell like the whore she was. Her outfit over her lingerie was deep black and surprised her with its simplicity. But then she put it on. Her skirt was flared and only barely coveredher thong. It was very low slung along her hips. The top to the outfit had thin inch wide straps, and covered barely more then the shelf bra. It was see thru and it came to just above her navel. With this outfit anyone could tell she was fit and trim. Her legs had the look of a runner and as you followed them up you could tell her ass was tight, round and sat just perfectly atop her thighs. Her stomach was flat and taught. It looked like you could bounce a quarter off it. Her breasts sat high and round and her shoulders were perfectly sloped down from her long swan like neck. When she reached into the box the next item to be removed was a collar. It was half-inch thick and red leather. It had a Gold D ring in it that she knew from previous experience should sit on the rear of her neck once it was snapped into place. She knew her SIR would be pleased when he saw her wearing the collar. Her shoes were next, 5-inch red leather heels. The heels were so thin they looked as if they would snap when she took her first step in them. The only saving grace was the strap that buckled around her slim ankles. This slut knew she looked desirable, and fuckable. But would she please her MASTER when he saw her? Had she followed all the instructions as they were given? These thoughts ran thru her mind as she checked the time and realized she had less then half an hour to get to the room, and present herself appropriately. Running down the steps, and out to her car she hurriedly started it and began the drive to her destiny. Turning on the radio an audiotape began. It was HIS voice, telling her that she was to now turn the bullet on low and let it bring her to the edge of her orgasm then she was to turn it off. This was to be repeated three times before she got to the Tree line Motel. She turned on the egg shaped vibrator and felt the desire build to her peak. She wanted so desperately to go over the edge but shut it off just in time. The buzzing ball of energy hit every nerve ending in her tight dark passage every time she turned it on. Three times she repeated this agonizing exercise, until she pulled in to the parking lot. Noticing she only had 2 minutes until she was late, she ran to the door marked 16 and dropped to her knees. Spreading them and sitting as straight as she could she pushed her breasts out and knocked quickly before placing her hands behind her neck. To be continued... Tree Line Motel Ch. 02 As she presents herself for him, she pictures her Sir in her mind. Drawing a vivid mental painting of the man she calls Master. He is 6 feet and 4 inches tall, weighing in at 230 pounds. He keeps his head shaved and she can only tell it is originally jet black from the rest of his body hair. His eyes are icy blue and remind of her of the frigid water of the Arctic Ocean, yet when he smiles they warm her soul. His lips are perfectly shaped and soft as velvet to the kiss. His strong jaw and aristocratic nose finish of his Adonis' face. His body while looking like it is carved from marble is surprisingly soft. Brushed bronze by the sun, and soft as leather his skin is a delight to run her hands along. Gentle and loving hands grace the ends of his large arms, yet when he is correcting her, they can be quite hard and inflict the most erotic of pain. The pain is what she dreams of when she dreams of him. When he treats her like a princess it pleases her and makes her feel special but, it the special pain of his punishments and the torment (that he knows she craves) that he causes her that makes her feel truly cherished. Wide shoulders and tight chest make her feel he can shoulder the world. His lean waist connects his upper body to his magnificent lower body. His ass is perfectly shaped and squeezable. Muscular and long legs completed her gods' body with an exclamation mark of perfection. He opens the door slowly, feasting on the sight of his toy, his slut, his love. Taking in her whores paint and coif, and smelling the scent of her arousal. Admiring the lines of her body and the clothes that wrap her gifts, His imagination is in overdrive, picturing the wonderful delights and the pain filled tortures he has planned for her this evening. Her thoughts are varied, and confused, he knows, he can read each expression as it passes over her face. He knows she is scared and worried that he will find her lacking. He remembers how she misbehaved the last time they met. The punishment he gave her was nothing, trivial at best, but it had shown her that he meant what he told her. So far he could see that she had followed all the instructions he had given her. Now it was time to see if she meant to give her soul to him as well as her body. "Take off your thong and give it to me. Then turn on your bullet and masturbate until you come for me. Then you may come into the room, slut." . Humiliated that he would make her do something so private, in this public place, she wants to rebel, yet she knows that this is a test. Standing slowly she pulls the thong down her legs and steps out of it, almost falling from the height of her heels. She holds them out to Him, noticing that they are soaked with her honey. Her master also notices and smiles with knowledge that she is turned on. Slowly returning to her kneeling position, she spreads her legs until she doing what amounts to a split. She reaches down to her warm, moisture filled cunt and turns on the bullet. Then she begins to dance her fingertips around her mound. Lightly she caresses her vaginal lips, spreading them to show her master the delights she hides. She squeezes first the right side and then the left, as she runs her fingers up and around her button of passion. The bullet is speeding quickly inside her body. Pulsating almost perfectly with her heart beat. Her dew is dripping faster from her body, and she is panting with the raw need, her hands and the toy are creating within her. She presses hard on her clit, and then rubs her hand in faster and faster circles, climbing toward her climax. She looks upward and sees his smile of satisfaction as she is masturbating, and knows that she is pleasing him. Her moans are not forced or loud but they begin to fill the night air. The maddening pleasure is there and it is ripping thru her body before she is completely aware of it. Her legs become covered with her cum, and her body shudders repeatedly, as she realizes she had cum, but had not asked for permission. Knowing that she has let him down and that she would be punished has the effect of cold water on her. Her body trembles and she starts to cry. "please Master, I am sorry. I forgot to ask your permission to cum. I am sorry Sir." "Get up and get in the room. You have been taught to ask for your pleasure. For this there is no course but for you to be punished. I have been lenient in my training of you. Far too easy I now see." "You are to strip and bend over the chair back. I am leaving for a while, but you will not move if you know what is good for you." Tree Line Motel Ch. 03 "Get up and get in the room. You have been taught to ask for your pleasure. For this there is no course but for you to be punished. I have been lenient in my training of you. Far too easy I now see." "You are to strip and bend over the chair back. I am leaving for a while, but you will not move if you know what is good for you." She obeys within seconds. Knowing her reactions and pauses are being monitored by her Sir. She strips the flimsy clothing and the sheer lingerie from her body, folds it neatly and places it on the nightstand. All the while taking in the room, noticing its beauty and that it is yet sparely decorated. Walls of the richest burgundy, trimmed in deep blue, and decorated with different erotic scenes. A thick and deep carpet, its color like that of a starless midnight, cushioned her feet. The king sized bed which at this time was made up with satin sheets colored black, and what looked like a cloud-soft comforter in a slightly lighter shade of burgundy. The end tables were mahogany and the tops were even with the beds top mattress. Nothing else furnished this room, except the chair. The chair was deep maroon and low to the ground. Its back was even with her waist and the seat looked to low for anything of a comfortable nature. Very simply made, covered in velvet, yet it seemed so perfect in its simplicity. Upon looking further she could see the eye bolts in the armrests, and on the posts that served as its feet. Then she noticed that the ceiling also had strategically placed bolts. This gave her pause. This could be more then she hoped for and more then she could handle, were her only thoughts. Then she bends over the chair back and presents a very lovely view of her well shaped ass to him. He turns and leaves the room, leaving the door open. She starts to protest but, stops herself before he hears. If he had heard the words beginning to form, the night would have ended, and so would her world that until now has revolved around her Master. As she is bent over the chair her thoughts turn to how badly she had already messed up. She knew that her night of pleasure he had promised would now be a night of punishment. She had learned early in her training to wait for permission. How could she not wait? How could she forget such a simple thing? Her mind drifts to the last time. To the pain and fear and the vows she had made. She had already broken them. She had already ruined her image in his eyes. Now she would pay. She hears the door open further and waits his next command. "You have been taught better then this. You had so much promise, from the first time I met you. Your vows though are nothing more then spun glass, fragile, and broken at will. This night will teach you, your place, or it will end our association. I can not have such blatant disregard from you. Your obedience is what is needed, my orders are my love. I teach you and correct you to let you know I'll keep you safe and to help you be better at your life. But, you must not need this as you disregard them when it suits your pleasure." She is openly crying, wishing he'd let her speak. So she could tell him, he was wrong. Yet in her heart she knows he is right. She has been using this as a pleasure tool, not really caring if she followed what she should. Only doing what she had to. Never really putting her heart into her new life. As his pleasure toy, his slut, or his love, at all these things she was barely skimming along. She looked down as she felt him place the hand cuffs on her wrists. Not the soft leather cuffs, but the metal, police style cuffs. She was not meant to enjoy this. This was meant to break her will, and to bend her to his way. The cuffs were then secured to the bolts in the chair. One arm per arm rest, separated, and restrained. Next were her ankles, spread far and each placed in restraints, heavy metal, chaffing restraints. These to were separated and secured tightly to the legs of the chair. She looked up quickly when he came in front of her and grabbed her hair. "You can be as loud as you need, as no one will hear you. These walls are a foot thick and sound proofed rather well. I had thought to gag you but, I think I'd rather hear you learn this particular lesson. If you cum while I'm teaching you, it is over. If you say your safe word it is over. You need this lesson as much as I need to teach it. You have earned a full 100 strikes. You shall count them and ask for the next. I'll allow time to do this, but do not lose count. If you do I'll add 5 more each time. Do you understand?" Yes Master, I am to count and ask for my next strike. I f I lose count you'll add 5 more. If I orgasm or say my safe word it is over. I need this lesson Sir, please begin it. Slowly he picks up the black leather belt. He shows her its texture, and she is amazed at its soft looking material. Yet she knows it will hurt more then she can imagine. Moving behind her, he runs his hand over her flesh. Then he moves the belt over the same flesh. All of a sudden the lightening strikes thru her flesh, and her world bursts open. He has never begun full-force before. She is openly crying within seconds and trying to spit out the words, ONE, Sir may I....Please...Have ....MY next .... Strike. To be continued Tree Line Motel Ch. 04 He has never begun full-force before. She is openly crying within seconds and trying to spit out the words, ONE, Sir may I....Please...Have ....MY next .... Strike. Swish, the pain is red-hot and steals her breath away. Two...Sir, May I please have another. Her voice is strained and covered in tears. She stays with him until he is half way done. Then blessed blackness overcomes her. When she awakes, he begins again, delivering all 100 strikes in rapid succession. Her flesh is red, and welted from the middle of her back to the skin above her knees. She feels the perspiration covering her body and knows she has endured the first of this evenings many tests. Her body is numb except where the belt has struck, and her mouth is dry from the screams and words that have passed through it. "You did well slut. I am going to release your legs and your arms. You are to move to the tub and soak for 15 minutes, while you're in there wash the whores scent from you along with that make-up. No untrained dog wears paint to make themselves more then they are. You shall be in training again so you can also remove that collar. You'll wear it again only after you have proved yourself worthy of it, if ever. When your time is up in the tub, you can present yourself to me for your next set of lessons." Hurrying to do as she is bidden, even though her legs are weak and her body is a shaken mass of nerves, she readies the tub. Drawing hot water into the tub as she gathers her soap and cloths to wash her body, then she sinks into the water. Her body screams with the pain of the water against the bruises and welts left by her Lord. She realizes the length of her training and the lengths of time she must live with out her collar are up to her. Removing the collar was like removing her limbs. It had become part of her soul. Knowing that she must either learn well and quickly or give it all up is the hardest thing for her mind to grasp. Her way of life had started when she attended a dinner with her girlfriend. The woman had taken her to a club, which she had never heard of, let alone understood upon arriving. Inside the room the mass of bodies startled her. Upon realizing that more than half of them were in some state of undress, or attached to some sort of lead or leash, she wanted to run. Her friend told her to wait, to let the experience sooth her and open her mind. Unlike her, her friend knew what she needed in life. Her friend had been in her situation at one time. Unhappy in her love relationships, working to just make a paycheck, never taking pride in her work or her life, being less then she could be. The woman managed to escort a frightened and some what aroused girl to a table and tell her to sit and watch. Watch the way the uncovered, leashed masses responded to the commands, verbal or otherwise. Look upon the love that the handlers showed those they handled. To realize that being submissive to the dominant was a way to show love. By following and striving to please, they showed their loyalty and pride. Her girlfriend asked her to notice the adornments of the subs. Some wore collars, some just a chain. The chain resembled that of a choke collar worn on unruly dogs. The collars of the few who wore them were beautiful, ornate and meant to show off. So she asked the difference in the two. "The chain is for those who are still training, they haven't yet learned to follow the Mistress' or Sir's commands or they have no permanent wish of the collar. Those who wear the collar have earned it. By proving their love and loyalty and obedience to their owner, yes, I see your look, owner. They have a contract for some period of time decided and agreed upon between them. Until that time is up or the safe word breaks the bind, they are owner and property. But with it comes many responsibilities for the owner. To feed and see to the property's well being is the first thing. Some are stricter in that sense, others, the few who don't truly love are not so diligent. Enough explanation for the minute. Let this engage your mind, I have some one I want you to meet." So she sat and watched and wondered. Why was she aroused seeing these people crawl on all fours, seeing them be hit with belts or paddles? Why was the fear and lust in their eyes so interesting to her? Why was she still sitting here, she could leave at any minute. Yet her mind wanted to know more, even if her heart was waging a war within her. Next she noticed a man, an Adonis; a god was standing at her table. Asking her friend if this was she. Asking her friend exactly what she thought, she needed. And then asking her if she was ready? "Are you ready for the way of life you're used to and bending under to change, are you ready to be set free?" That is all he directed to her, before sitting down next to the lady who had brought her. He never said another word to her, just watched and waited for her response. She returned his gaze for a time then turned to scan the crowd again. The questions began in her mind and ended as they poured through her lips. "How do you know that I want to be like this? How do you know my life is not to my choosing? Will I be expected to act like a dog? What can I learn from you? What will you do to me? Do I have any say in this at any time?" "I will answer your question in the order you asked them, if after this you have more, I'll answer them as I see fit, some times I will answer in a non-verbal manner, pay attention. This is your first lesson, I am a strict man and master, but, I will be more then willing to explain anything at any time that I truly feel you need explained to you. As to your questions, I know you want it by the look in your eyes, the lust and fear and the greed for control over you. I know your life is not to your choosing, because you wouldn't have stayed if it was. You would have walked out right away, never asked questions of your friend or of me. Yes, you may be required to act the dog, the pony, the cat, or the slut. Whatever your eventual owner wants is what you'll provide, without question. From me you'll learn to be a good slave, a well-mannered, well-conditioned slut. Your pleasure you will learn is only derived from your owner. In other words you belong and will have no other purpose except pleasing your master or mistress. If they decide to please you to in turn pleasure themselves so be it, if not, to bad. I will do what I want within your limits. Bu you must learn, and realize, I will always push your limits, to expand them and bring your focus to the point that all pleases you. Some things will be painful, and some pleasurable. Some will interest you, other will I'm sure repulse you. But, you will learn to accept and expect them. You have the final say in all this. At any time you wish to stop you say your safe word. It stops then and there. But, once spoken it can not be revoked. Until that time you will trust me to never push you any harder then you want pushed." Tree Line Motel Ch. 05 You have the final say in all this. At any time you wish to stop you say your safe word. It stops then and there. But, once spoken it can not be revoked. Until that time you will trust me to never push you any harder then you want pushed." She sat there wondering if this was a dream or a nightmare. Was this an answer to her prayers or the beginning of her downfall? It took a few more minutes before she could move or say a thing. While she sat there, her hands twisting her hair into knots, she contemplated all she had learned so far. The thought of being used like a toy, degraded and treasured, thrilled her. Did this mean she was some type of degenerate? Once again she looked at him, and asked the questions in her mind. "I know nothing of this lifestyle, what can it involve, is there anything that could truly harm me? I want to understand more before I can make a decision. Is this my only chance to decide or can I think about it?" Pushing a paper across the table, one she hadn't noticed until now, he answered her. "This paper lists some of the things, not all, but some, that could or would happen. Read it and fill it out according to the directions listed. I'll be over first thing in the morning to pick it up and discuss your answers. If the question confuses you just put a check mark next to it, I'll explain it tomorrow. You have until that discussion is over to decide. Go now and be ready by 8 am." So saying he left their table and she and her friend also got up to leave. The friend who set this up told her to be honest and truly think about her answers as she filled out the paper, as it could mean the difference in so much of the pleasure and pain she could be in for. Getting home she sat her purse down and went to get a pen so that she could read the paper and begin the thinking needed to fill out the paper. As she read it over before she began; she was immediately surprised by the questions and the types of things that could happen. Some excited, some scared or even horrified her. Things on that page opened her eyes and made her think of what she could honestly endure. This questionnaire should be filled out by a Sub and provided to their Dom/Top before playing with them. This will provide a quick "head-start" to identifying limits, negotiating and finding common ground for play. These words started the paper. The words that followed had her heart jumping and her breath catching as she understood why he would discuss them. This was her main way of imputing her needs and limits. This was the most important step in her decision. If she could not be honest in this and could not handle any of these things then her answer had to be, no. For each item, you need to provide two answers. A yes or no, next to the question, to indicate if she had an experience with the activity at any time. Ok, this she could do. She could say she had or hadn't done something. If she didn't recognize the words, then more then likely she hadn't done it. First step solved. Then she read the next few lines. It told her to grade them from 0 to 5, how into these things she was. And to put no again if this was a thing she would never, not for no one or anything wish to experience. This also, she thought could do. She figured if she wasn't sure she could always put the check mark he told her to use, next to it until he explained. The paper took her a few hours to answer. Many of the things listed were often surprising to her. Some were hard to figure out how they could be intertwined in this life style. Others were all too apparent how they would fit. The list of questions began rather surprisingly with the question of virginity. Was she one or had she experienced one. Rather funny for this life style, yet she answered it and went on. Abrasion, Age play, anal sex, anal plugs (small), anal plugs (large), Anal plug (public, under clothes): the list was getting harder for her to answer. She wanted to experience some sort of anal erotic experience but wasn't sure how much. So she answered that she had never, but then answered she wanted to but couldn't see it being more then once. "Get out of that tub and in this room slut. Your time expired over ten minutes ago. You will be stay in punishment that much longer for once again disobeying me." His voice broke thru her dreams. She had relaxed so much and been so deep into her past thoughts that she had lost track of her time and her place. Now her night would be that much harder on her as she learned the lessons that he meant to instill deep in her mind. Drying quickly and opening the door to the bathroom, she noticed the bed stripped bare except for the fitted sheet. The rings in the walls surrounding the bed had been fitted with cords and at the end of the cords were the cuffs. Looking down to her wrists and ankles she saw that the skin was bruised and raw, and knew this was going to hurt even more then the last punishment. Her tardiness had seen to that. "I am sorry Sir, I was thinking of the things you taught me when we first agreed to this. I was thinking of how honest and naïve I had been. I was wishing that I had learnt the first time instead of just skimming along." As she said this he had been pointing at the bed and making sure she knew to lay face up, he wanted her sore, marked ass on the sheets. Her next punishment was for the rest of her body. The pain in her backside would rival her front by the end of the night. "Yes, you should have learnt the first time, instead of being lazy and thinking you could skate by. Now we shall see if you truly meant that pretty little speech. Then we shall see if you can forgive yourself. I have already forgiven your lack of control, but not your lack of brains. I know you are smart so tell me what these to be used for are?" So saying this he held up a bag filled with clothes pins. Showing her that they were plastic, not the wood she was used to. She knew the strength of these new toys was more then she had experienced. "They are for you to place on any body part you wish, Master. I beg you to use them on my clit and my nipples and anywhere else you think would please you." She knew he had not expected her to ask for the punishment. But, also she saw his look of approval at her words. Without wasting time he began to massage her firm breasts, twisting them and rubbing his fingers firmly along them in slow agonizing circles. Arousing her and making the pencil eraser sized ends stand up for his kiss. Lowering his mouth he took first one then the other nipple into his mouth, drawing upon it like a suckling baby. Teasing them with his tongue and nipping each one with his teeth. Being sure each was hard and long, before clipping a pin to each one. He pressed each clip open slowly and then placed it on her buttons centering it as much as possible before letting it close in a slow agonizing pace. Her whimpers of arousal and torment got louder with each passing second. She could feel her pussy getting moist and knew that her clit was next. The pain was more intense and more erotic then she thought it would be. Could she handle it on her most vulnerable and sensitive flesh? To be continued....