0 comments/ 7090 views/ 9 favorites What Is a Master Ch. 01 By: LorenzoAbajos Cynthia was an old friend. She and I had been good friends for a long time. I knew her, and trusted her with my life and heart. She had never failed me. It was at her instigation that I went out with a dear friend of hers. This friend was someone from another group, another gathering that I had never met. Cynthia was a friend, but she also had her secrets to which I had never been privy. For whatever reason, Cynthia felt that Ursula and I would hit it off. We were about to find out this very evening. It had been decided by Cynthia and me that I would meet her friend, Ursula, at one of the many Italian restaurants in our east coast town. The time of the assignation was eight in the evening. I, of course, would arrive early and find an appropriate table and make sure that all was well for the meeting. This I did. Promptly at eight of the evening I glanced up at the entry way and saw the most beautiful, raven haired woman that I had ever seen, with her hair in a pixie cut. One never believes in love at first sight. I was about to doubt such disbelief. She had lovely eyes that were twinkling in the bright lights of the entry. She approached the hostess, but I rose and raised a hand in greeting. She was quick and bright enough to see and recognize that I was her escort for the evening, and she smiled a sweet glance at the hostess, then she turned and came to me. Such a lovely phrase, "she came to me." As she glided towards the table, truly glided, I took in her loveliness. As I said, her hair was raven black, and it was shaped like a pixie's to the nape of her soft, white neck. Her shoulders were aristocratic and were covered by a frock of shiny silk that clung to her body like honeysuckle clings to the garden wall, tightly and showily. Her breasts were proud and uplifted and rounded out the curves she displayed farther down at her huggable waist and suitably wide and luscious hips. I could not yet see what was bringing up the rear, but had little doubt that it would be soft, firm, and squeezable. I took her hands as she arrived at the table and said, "Cynthia was, unfortunately, not as forthcoming about you as she could have been. I do think we shall have fun this evening, filling in the gaps, so to speak." She smiled, and replied, "You know, that will be such good fun indeed, filling in the gaps," and she gave me a sly grin. I sensed a subtle undertone to her speech, and it was rather stimulating. Yes, quite stimulating. It was a very pleasing dinner. She had the eggplant parmesan and I had the spaghetti bolognese. We shared some calamari and finished a whole bottle of wine. The dinner was common, the conversation outstanding. We had immediately became good friends, indeed. It was such a feeling of warmth and acceptance that I almost doubted that I was surely awake and sharing such an engaging evening. Finally, we decided the dinner was complete and she asked if I would care to join her for coffee and brandy at her place. What a question! I had my Mercedes and she had arrived by cab, so I drove her home. She lived only a few blocks away. I memorized that route, you can believe it. And the address. I fully intended to put her in my book of wonders. As we climbed the stairs to the second floor it was my pleasure to watch her buttocks move up and down in her silk outfit. I could clearly see no panty lines. Something was stirring in my slacks. Besides, I was a leg man from way back, and hers were choice, like those of an Irish step dancer. What a charming apartment! An eclectic mixture of traditional landscapes and modern abstract. I also saw mixed in some rather exotic photos and etchings of rather naughty scenes. I loved it all. And I loved the fact that she had made her bookshelves the center of attention in the front room. Where had this vision been hiding all my life. She went into the kitchen, started brewing some coffee and offered me a snifter of brandy to warm me up. I roamed about the apartment, and suddenly found a half-opened cabinet, which I took for holding more precious books. She had told me to make myself at home. I did. I opened the cabinet and was dismayed. There were some quite odd artifacts hanging on the wall, and I was not so naive as to not recognize their uses. Some were dildos of various sizes and shapes and colors. Others I did not quite understand, but I knew their function must be sexual in nature. Curiouser and curiouser. When she returned with the coffee on a tray, with cream and sugar if I cared for it, I smiled at her and glanced over to the now open cabinet. It was quite charming to see her actually blush and to laugh out loud. I only wanted to kiss her for it. "You're certainly an interesting young woman, my dear, and I would love to hear more about your inner life. You told me the innocent things at dinner. They were charming enough. Now, let's get into the really intense side of your personality." "Well, you've made a great impression on me Roger, and I would really like to get to know you better. But are you sure you are ready to enter my life? It might be more than you are prepared to handle." I got up from the easy chair I had been occupying, moved over to the sofa she was sitting on and joined her. She turned towards me and smiled. I moved my hands up to cup her darling face and kissed her, softly, gently and thoroughly. I was pleasantly surprised by her response. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her now hard nipples against my knit shirt. I was almost smothered by her kiss as she began moving her wet lips all over my mouth and face. She was actually making love to my face! And I was loving it! I'd never found anyone so intense in sexual response. She virtually dragged my clothes off of me, and I returned the favor, trying hard not to damage the silk dress, but loving that her pussy was still hairy and shaped. Her breasts were firm, and oh so luscious. The nipples were like little erasers, standing out and waiting to be serviced. When I was bare my cock stood up proud and curved, ready to reach any G-spot in the vicinity. I was damned surprised when she pushed me down across her lap. What the hell, I thought. She grabbed an innocent looking leather strap from the end table and began slapping my ass! I got harder than before. I had not been treated like a toy before. I was enjoying it. For awhile. But, I must admit, though it was fun for a moment or two my personality reasserted itself. I was not the submissive type. I flipped over, stood up and grabbed her by her sweet waist. I then laid her down and began slapping her ass and pussy with my bare hand. She began creaming on my lap. I could feel it on my still hard cock. "I'm sorry Master, I thought you would like being spanked a little. Please don't punish me too badly. But you could use the strap. I probably deserve it. I'm a little assertive at times." So I picked up the leather strap and began creating some welts on her ample ass. I was actually enjoying it. After she had creamed all over me for ten minutes of spanking I decided I needed some sex of my own. "Get on your knees and suck my cock, you little slut!" She obeyed immediately, looking up into my eyes with tears falling and a broad grin on her face. She opened wide and I began to fuck her face. She wanted to lick my cock but I told her that she wasn't getting anything she wanted until I got what I wanted. And I told her if she didn't stop creaming immediately I would never let her cum again. She bowed her head, placed her hands behind her back and then took my cock down her throat, still gazing up with loving eyes at my blue ones. I fucked her so hard she gagged, then I came hard, shooting into her loving mouth. She gobbled and ate it all. Not a damned drop was spilled. I wiped my cock on her face, told her to lay face up on the sofa and then went over to examine her collection. "Keep your mouth shut while I look over this stuff," I ordered her. She lay there quiet and docile. But she looked so damned luscious. I was reluctant to play this game, but if she was into it, I was not about to lose her over this. I already adored her. I gathered some clamps and chains together, picked up a huge dildo like object, and went back over to my new lover. She stayed where she had been ordered to stay. I took some clamps, put one on a hard nipple, another on the other one, and with chains, attached them both to her pussy lips with two more clamps. She squealed in pain and with an undertone of lust as the clamps bit into her soft, feminine flesh. Then I kissed her, and told her it would be alright. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Master." I grabbed her legs, pushed them up into the air, exposing her ass hole along with the hairy pussy now seeping out pussy juice. "I told you not to cum yet. Are you following orders?" "Yes, please, Master, please, I can follow orders," she let me know in a querulous voice. I was feeling sorry for her, but I also knew she was enjoying this. I held her legs up with one hand on her thin ankles, and then with the other hand rammed a dildo up her ass. She had seeped juice down into it and it went in easy, but it did cause some pain. "Please, Master, give me more," she begged, and I was prepared to give her more. I thrust my cock into her cunt and started fucking her as I rammed the dildo into her ass at the same time. I could even feel the dildo with my prick as I rammed into her cunt. "You may start cumming anytime now slut," I allowed, and I could feel so much pussy cum start streaming out of her cunt around my cock and draining down to lube the dildo fucking her ass even more. I could see the clamps digging into her labia and into her hard nipples. She had a look of ecstasy all over her face. I stopped fucking her and ramming her ass and gave her a kiss on the lips. I was trying to be a Master but was not doing it too well I feared. Anyway, I kept kissing and fucking and I could not help cumming hard up her cunt. She cried out with sexual satisfaction and joy. I'd had more sexual release than I had in months. I stopped kissing her, pulled the dildo out of her ass, and withdrew my cock. We relaxed. I removed the clamps and she smiled at me. I kissed her nipples and licked her pussy clean of all her pussy juice that had seeped onto her labia and sucking the pubic hair. Then I gathered her in my arms and caressed her and loved her as well as I could. I was not good at this, I feared, but I did adore this raven haired pixie of a woman. We came together on the bed. Wrapped our arms about each other. Started talking. "Master," she started, but I put a finger on her lips. "Ursula, please, I can't be a Master. It just isn't in me." I did so want to please this little flower, but this was not within my powers. Was this going to be the end? She leaned up on one elbow, looked down at me, and smiled so sweetly. "Roger, you don't have to be anything you don't want to be. I have had a good time tonight. But this is not the only way I can have fun! Really, you are someone I need in my life. I haven't met anyone like you in so long. Please, please, we can still have fun. We can still be good lovers and friends. We have so much in common. Let's don't lose it over something as silly as sexual concepts. I love the Master and sub lifestyle. But I adore you." This was all so arousing to me. I was so surprised that I watched my cock try to rise again. I had already shot my wad twice tonight. This was new to me. I had never had a third cum in one night, but I was going to try as hard as I could to give her more loving. I wanted to impress her, you could say, and you would be right. I had never wanted to impress a woman so much in my life. I decided to make love to her my way. Just to see if it would satisfy her. Just to see if I could be in her life without all the accoutrements of Masters and subs. I wanted this woman to love me as I was and not as others were. I was myself and I was not a Master. Never could be. Gathering her into my arms I caressed her face and fondled her neck with one hand while I gently squeezed and massaged her ample tits. I gently touched her still tender nipples and they hardened again. I was kissing her as a lover kisses his one true love, softly, licking her lips and nibbling them with soft nips. She had been returning the kisses with a certain sense of reverence and adoration. She clearly liked me and I adored her. As we made out she had been running her hand around, and up and down my still soft cock. She caressed my balls and gently squeezed them. Cupped in her hand I felt a love I had not felt in so fucking long. It certainly helped me start growing and expanding. My prick was coming alive. Now it was only to be decided how to use this new cock of mine. I had fucked her pussy well and good. I had shot a load into her mouth and she had swallowed and relished all of it. Aha, I thought. There is something I have always wanted to do, but it has never been allowed before. This woman would allow it, for sure. She had allowed a lot more and loved it. So I asked her to do something for me. Not ordered. Asked. "Please, my sweet Ursula, play with yourself. Make yourself cum for me. I have never watched a woman cum on her own. Do it for me, please, as a friend and new lover?" And she giggled. I kissed her, of course. She began softly caressing her tits with one hand and moved the other down to her clit. She touched it softly, made it emerge very slightly, and moved her fingers down to the precious lips of her pussy and began rubbing and lubing her labia. She placed two fingers inside, found her own G-spot, and shuddered in a spontaneous cum. All the while I had been quietly jerking my dick and hoping I could cum again for my new dear heart. My balls had contracted up and were tight against the base of my cock. I jacked it and jacked it and knew that I would eventually cum, if only my baby would make herself cum more and more. She was whimpering and moaning. Her eyes were shut. This time she was not gazing into my eyes. She was completely engrossed in pleasuring herself, and she did it well, with a practiced skill. Finally, I had, after about ten minutes, worked up a final cum for the night. As Ursula whimpered I started shooting cum all over her body, starting with her face, while she abruptly opened her eyes, and began to grin and laugh with glee. I shot cum on her tits, down her belly and into her belly button, down to her pussy, and even a shot or two on her gorgeous legs. Then I started licking her body clean and she laughed out loud again. She rubbed my cum into her body and I kept licking her all over. Then, as a gift of adoration, she pushed me down and did the same to me. She licked every inch of my body, while at the same time she rubbed her creaming pussy on my body. We mixed and shared our bodies and cum until, in exhaustion, we collapsed. This was just the start of something new for my Ursula, and certainly new for me. Our lives were now intertwined. For how long, who could say? What Is a Master Ch. 02 Several weeks after I had met Ursula, with the help of Cynthia, my old friend, I received an invitation from Ursula to a party at her home in the suburbs of our east coast city. I readily accepted. I had grown to adore Ursula. I was so lucky that she was not married yet. That definitely gave me an opening. I knew the lifestyle she practiced and I was not horrified. I was fascinated. We had met a few times in the interim, and each time we had been conventional lovers. I had fucked her, sucked her and she had blown me. She loved all of this. But, I knew that she needed more. I had decided to give what I could. As you know from the last part of the story, I could not be a real Master. But I hated and dreaded the loss of Ursula if she decided that I was lacking for her needs. So I would play the game. I would make the effort. I would make her believe that I could be a Master and she would be my sub. Maybe my heart would not be in it, but my "heart" would be. I simply wanted and needed this little raven haired pixie. This was my first real chance to prove my adoration. I would not let it pass me by. I dressed in leather pants that I had found in a local "taboo" shop. Along with my sleeveless black t-shirt, my leather vest, and my black combat boots, from my service in the Army, I felt I looked the part, or maybe I looked ridiculous. I would soon find out. I might be laughed out of the party. Shit, I would take the chance for Ursula. The weather was gloomy and rainy as usual. That was not one of the main reasons we lived there. I took the time to stop and smell the lilacs as I walked from my Mercedes to Ursula's apartment building. It always brought so many good memories. As I took the stairs to her apartment on the 5th floor (I needed the exercise) I was joined by another fellow dressed in a suit. What the hell? Were we going to the same party? What an idiot I now felt. We both arrived at Ursula's door. We then greeted each other, made intros, and rang her doorbell. She came to the door and (I was glad to the core) gave me a hug first, and then John. "Roger, this is John, John, Roger." We both laughed and then grinned at her blush. What a little girl. She just laughed and I quickly gave her a peck on the cheek. We all entered and there were already two other women and another man taking part in the buffet she had set out for her guests. I was so damned happy to see at least one other man dressed similarly to me. I now realized that dress didn't matter. The enjoyment of the guests did. At this point one should, perhaps, describe the people that were present. I was led to believe this was the complete list of the party. Three women and three men. Interesting. It would get much more interesting as the evening progressed. You know that Ursula has black shiny hair. Short and so damned sweet looking. She often passed for under 21. Her breasts were perky and I could see she was wearing no bra tonight. That always meant no panties, either. Her fellow fems were, firstly; Debbie, a tall brunette, with wavy, long hair, round, soft, large breasts and long, fuck-me legs, and, secondly; Grace, a tiny, curly haired blonde with very small, but proud, pointed breasts, slim body and muscular legs. Maybe you don't know what I look like. I am five feet ten inches, one hundred and fifty pounds, and taut body. I am average, but I have served my country proudly and with distinction. I was never lacking in the can-do department. I have short, brown hair and I can give as well as I get. The other two gentlemen present were larger. Both weighed about one hundred and eighty pounds and were definitely not soft. John was a blonde, and Eric was brown-haired. Both wore their hair long, with pony-tails. As you can see, a diverse group, but we seemed to mesh quickly and with no problems what so ever. At least, everyone was smiling, and there was definitely a party atmosphere in Ursula's artfully decorated apartment. Her apartment had only one bedroom, but the main room was huge, with several large chairs and two sofas. She loved to strew colorful, attractive pillows all over the room, on furniture and on the floor. John and I joined the others at the buffet and some freely partook of the several wines available. Ursula knew I loved good beer, so she had provided several of my favorites, and I was glad to see others enjoyed the beer, too. It was clear that all of us were ready to enjoy the food and drink without a grand rush to sex and gratification. Obviously, we all had our priorities straight. Fill the belly, then fill the sexual needs. I laughed and got some odd glances, but Ursula understood immediately. We were always on the same wave-length. It was catch as catch can for eating arrangements. Some sat at Ursula's dining table, others took seats in chairs or even on the floor pillows. Casual was the name of the game. And would continue to be so for the rest of the night. Nothing formal or up-tight in this gathering. I felt a lot more comfortable. Maybe I could pull this off. It was becoming apparent which were couples here tonight. I was with Ursula, of course. If not, I would not have been here. John was with Debbie. I could tell from the dynamics that he was in charge. She glanced at him for approval before doing virtually everything, even choosing the salad dressing! It was quite enlightening. But, perhaps the strangest pairing was Grace and Eric. It was so adorable. She was the Mistress! It was cute and a little intimidating, too, to see this little shorty giving curt orders to the large, buff sub! Everyone seemed to have had their fill from the buffet and we were casually sitting around talking, chatting, conversing, and generally enjoying each other's company. I don't think anyone had any ideas that this evening was not going to turn into a massively lustful and messy orgy of sex and sin. All we needed to get started was someone to begin the action. Fuck it! I would get the "ball rolling" so to speak. I moved over to Ursula, knelt between her legs and said, "Pull up your skirt, spread your legs, and take my pussy eating. But do not cum. If you cum I will stop and something bad will happen." Grace laughed like a tiny stevedore, from her little gut and then she said to Eric, "Get your huge ass over here and do what Roger is getting ready to do. Start reaming my cunt with your hard tongue. And I will be cumming. All over your face, my little boy." And she laughed again. John ordered his brunette sub, Debbie, with the long, beautiful legs and the large breasts, to strip. Then he went over to Ursula's cabinet of fun and got out some mink-lined hand cuffs and and a large, leather strap. He walked over to her and pulled her arms behind her back, placed the cuffs on her wrists, rolled her on her belly onto a large pillow and began spanking her with vigor and lots of intensity. She was moaning with pain and joy at the same time. It was odd. She was stark naked and John still wore his suit. But you could easily see a huge bulge pooching out his slacks. Eric had stripped at Grace's command and had then stripped her. She did nothing to help. Then she laid herself back upon the sofa and began getting a great creamy ream job of her pussy. Eric was licking every piece of cunt he could get his tongue on. Grace's pussy was shaved clean for the party. I had noticed that Debbie was clean too. Ursula had been busy doing as she was told. She pulled up her skirt and her freshly shaped pubic hairs were already getting soaked with juices. "Are you cumming, little slut?" I asked. She shook her head and blushed, then laughed. Damn. I was not that great at this Master stuff. I moved down and began nibbling her clit. I looked up and her eyes were rolling into her head. "No cumming, remember, no cumming." She kept moaning. I think she was cheating! I began licking her swollen cunt lips and got all the juice I wanted. I looked over and Debbie's ass was bright red. John had finally begun taking off his suit and other clothes, while his sub started crying and begging for cock. He sat her on her knees on the pillow and then rammed his cock into her ready, open mouth. He grabbed her brown, wavy hair and started fucking her face. Her eyes gazed raptly up at his face. This was love! All this while Eric had been eating out Grace as she directed each move he made, but he was definitely ordered not to touch his cock. That might be for Grace's use later. She rammed her cunt into his face and smeared it with lots of cum and pussy juices. He was in heaven, thanking his Mistress. I whispered to Ursula, "My love, I want you to go get your Sybian and put it in the middle of the room. Then I want you naked and riding that thing while I watch. Got that, little slut?" She got it. She jumped with glee, threw off what little she was still wearing and trippingly went over to her cabinet of joy. She grabbed her Sybian, set it up in the middle of the room, and began riding it. It was making her cum almost immediately. I did not care. I adored her. Then I said to Grace, "Do you want to rub your pussy in Ursula's face while she is cumming on her Sybian?" I did not have to speak twice. Grace pushed her sub, Eric away and went over to Ursula. I told Ursula to please Grace as much as she was pleasing herself. They were soon cumming happily together, as Grace caressed Ursula's raven hair, and Ursula licked and sucked Grace's pussy, all the while riding the Sybian. I had by now doffed my clothes as everyone else had and I was sporting my usual six inches curved upward. He needed something to fuck, badly. I was totally surprised when Grace decided to give me a new experience. She was fucking Ursula's face, but she was still in charge of Eric. She motioned him over, whispered in his ear, and he nodded with submission, a very good sub, indeed. Eric came over to me where I was jacking off watching my Ursula getting off with her Sybian and Grace's face. He knelt before me and, to my fucking surprise, he grabbed my cock and started licking all around it. Damn, this was new. But I was in for the long run with Ursula. I was not about to stop anything at this little party. Eric held my balls, turned his head to the side and licked them, then licked farther up and stuck his tongue into my ass as I spread my legs wide. By now, John had shot cum into Debbie's mouth, she showed it wide so he could see, then she swallowed it all and begged for more. He decided what she needed now was a huge double dildo. He found what he wanted in the cabinet and crammed one dildo head into her cunt and the other into her ass. She screamed with pain, but moaned and begged for more. He began fucking her, thrusting the device up into her as she stood with her beautiful legs spread wide, dripping cum all over his toy and his hand. He didn't mind. Eric was now busy sucking my cock with lots of gusto. Obviously Grace made him do this often. He had certainly learned to enjoy it, and I was loving it myself. This was the first time a guy had sucked me off. I considered that it might not be the last. I couldn't hold it any more and shot a huge wad into his mouth. Then I pulled out and shot on his face. That was fucking fun! Even while eating pussy and cumming on her Sybian, Ursula had been watching me with adoration in her eyes. I was beginning to think I could make a go of this kind of lifestyle. I still wasn't really into it, but cumming was cumming, and sex was sex, and I was going to do all I could to keep Ursula. It was now time for me to get what I loved the most. My Ursula's pussy. With my cock. That was one reason she adored me. I could cum more than once in an evening. She was not shallow by any means, but she did love a man who could cum often. John was now on the floor, upon some large pillows, with his ass in the air, and Debbie was busy rimming him. He was almost drooling and she really was into her work. Licking and running her tongue into his ass. He kept pushing back into her face and she kept licking his ass, and rolling his balls in her mouth. I had wiped my cock off on Eric's face and he had immediately went over to his Mistress, the little blonde short-stuff, Grace. Grace had cum enough in Ursula's mouth and wanted something else. She again whispered into Eric's ear and he went over to the cabinet, got a tiny strap on with a huge dildo attached, brought it back to his Mistress and knelt down and held it up to her, as if it were a gift. She took it, strapped it on and loudly said, "Turn the fuck around, get your ass in the air and get the ass-fucking you need, my little boy slut!" As they began that ass-fucking I walked over, took Ursula's hand, and walked her over to a sofa. I took her in my arms, embraced her body to body, and we felt out hearts beating as I pressed my chest into her perky tits. Then I bent down and sucked her pink nipples. She began cumming right away, she was so sensual. Then I laid her down, put her legs up on my shoulders, and gently pushed my freshly hard cock into her juicy pussy. Now I began doing what I really loved, fucking my dear heart. She loved sex, every kind of sex, but she loved my cock immensely. She had told me so and she would never lie to me. She was so totally honest that I never doubted anything she said. I began thrusting slowly at first, rubbing her G-spot with my curved dick, then more quickly, harder and harder and she humped against my prick with so much power that I could feel her cervix as I rammed her. The windows were open, and I could smell the alley down below. It brought back memories of bumming around the country and sometimes sleeping in alleys. I had never imagined then what I would be doing tonight. Getting sucked off by a dude, mastering my new love, watching a couple of Masters, a Mistress, and their subs get it on. I continued fucking my Ursula, Grace was fucking Eric's ass, and John was letting his sub rim him. I had joined a group and a lifestyle that was not "my cup of tea" but I was in it for my dear Ursula, and I would try the best I could to make a go of it. Shooting my cum up Ursula's cunt, she came and came and oozed out around my cock. I looked over and Eric was jerking his cock and shooting while Grace fucked his ass. John had been doing the same as Debbie rimmed him. He came all over one of Ursula's beautiful pillows, but she could care less. I felt the night breeze through the open window and looked forward to the next chapter. Ursula was my new adoration and obsession. Would we grow together? Or was it just another experience along my twisting highway? What Is a Master Ch. 03 Our relationship continued and deepened. It was getting better and better. She had accepted that I was her Master, but in name only. I was not really that into it. I was very indulgent. For a sub she did pretty much whatever she wanted to do. It was actually quite charming in its own way. And we adored each other. My Ursula was a perfect woman, in every way. She was bright, very articulate, and engaging. And her beauty was outstanding. She had lovely, short, raven hair, and a body to die for, with perky breasts and an hour glass figure. Her hips were wide and her ass brought tears of joy to my eyes. And that preciously shaped pussy hair was the veritable icing on the cupcake. I was not so much to look at. I came in at only one hundred fifty pounds. I had not a speck of fat. I had short brown hair and a lively smile. I was quick witted and knowledgeable in several subjects. Not to brag, but I could hold my own in conversation with virtually anyone. And I did not take any crud from any man alive. We had continued to pursue our own way in the sexual field. We made love almost every day in some fashion. I would always wait for her to cum and cum many times before allowing myself to shoot my spunk into some orifice, or on some surface of her body. Most of the time we had our loving sessions at her apartment. She was much more affluent than I. That did not matter in the least, of course, but her digs were much more comfortable and appealing than my little one bedroom apartment downtown. Living on the east coast with its variable climate was sometimes uncomfortable, but appealing in many ways. The beaches were nearby and the hills were within driving distance, where we could walk, hand in hand, under the canopy of deciduous trees covering the landscape. The black oaks and red oaks and elms covered the hillsides and the rhododendrons were in bloom. I was aware of her relationship with Cynthia so it was no surprise that they continued being more than friends. When we were not together Ursula was often with Cynthia, either out having lunch, shopping, or making sweet female love together. I did not mind in the least. I, in fact, encouraged it. I loved my Ursula, and I still cared for Cynthia in my own special way. They were two of the dearest female friends. They could do no wrong in my eyes. Cynthia had begun a relationship with a Master of her own. I was not privy to its more personal aspects, but was aware of how much she wanted and needed it to last, to grow, and to become her reason for being. That was what I had always wanted for her. I wished her a deep and abiding love, and a joining with someone who would give her the love and respect she deserved. That was what she had yearned for so many years without success. Spending time with Cynthia and Carl was something both ladies wanted for us all. I had no particular objections. It would be a good thing to get to know this new man in her life. We went out for dinner together and there were no problems to speak of. Cynthia was quite subdued around Carl, but I presumed this was the Master and sub part of their relationship coming out. As for Ursula and me, well, she was just herself. Being a sub did nothing to subdue her! I may have been the Master in name, but she was just Ursula, all the way, all the time. After that dinner, with little to go by, I was still uncertain of Carl and his intentions. But it was Cynthia who had to judge, and Cynthia to accept the consequences of her decisions. Ursula and I would be there, whatever happened. As we walked into the elevator going up to her apartment Ursula hit the stop button. Then she got on her knees on the carpeted elevator floor and unzipped my Wranglers. I was not hard yet but I started to be as she dragged my dick out of my boxer briefs. By the time her mouth descended on my cock head I was as hard as adamantine. She was in a hurry. She wanted some cum and quickly. I grabbed her shiny black hair and fucked her face deep and slow. She racked her teeth over my prick and I started shooting strings of cum down her throat. She drained me and all the time looked up into my eyes with her fairy twinkle. Then she released my dick, laughed, and she rose for a kiss. I tasted my own cum on her lips. We spent the rest of the evening playing Master and sub. It was a game we were developing. I was Daddy/Master and she was Daughter/sub. It was fun and made us both extremely horny. She introduced me to all the toys in her cabinet of joy and pain. I practiced all of them on her, or as much as I could. Sometimes I wimped out and would not hurt her as much as she expected. But that was me, the untrained Master. Our lives continued in this manner. She spent all the time she could with Cynthia her real love. I was the adored one but Cynthia was the loved one. I accepted that gracefully. I was lucky to have someone as good as Ursula even looking at me, not to say treating me like a knight to her as the damsel. She would often relate to me the loving sessions she had with Cynthia. They were exciting and made our own love making even more lusty and filled with passion. One evening after Ursula had spent hours with Cynthia she returned to her apartment. I was waiting at the door as I often did. She had called to tell me she was on her way home and I was welcome to spend the night. That suited me fine. Nothing was better than time spent with Ursula. I gave her the full embrace she needed and expected, and I loved giving, and I kissed her with the passion and ardor only a man who knows he is adored can give. We went inside and I helped her change into her go-to-bed clothes. This indicated that she was tired and we would not be making love tonight. I was okay with that. I was a very patient and confident lover. I lacked the horrible urges some men had to always get their rocks off. I was always abiding the wishes of my lady. And I was greatly rewarded for my behavior. I got more pussy than many men. And gave more joy, too. So tonight we went to bed together. She in her teddy, and I in just my boxer briefs. As we drifted off she began telling me about her evening with Cynthia. I started waking up and so did my cock. Anyway, she and Cynthia had been at Cynthia's home and they had made sweet, sweet woman love. The kind men dream of watching, and know they can never achieve. First, after a long talk about their day they had looked into each other's eyes and clearly knew what was now to happen. They rose from their seats, went into the bedroom, and slowly disrobed each other, letting their fingers talk with passion as they touched each other, while the clothes came off. Both loved to have their breasts nibbled and sucked and they traded this fun with each other. First Ursula sucked Cynthia's hard nipples, then Cynthia nibbled and licked on Ursula's perfect, perky tits. They were both making their panties wet as hell. Then they each knelt one after the other and sucked the pussy juice from the panties, before removing them. First Ursula did it for Cynthia, then Cynthia did it for Ursula. I was so hard it ached. But I was ready and willing to just listen all night to my lady. And she seemed to want me to hear it all. But I did wrap my hand around my cock and squeezed it tight. It felt good. She continued with her narration. The two girls wrapped themselves in an embrace and pressed their breasts up and against each other. They pressed and mashed and rubbed their titties and felt their hearts beating faster and faster. And they opened their mouths and sucked face. They made out. They kissed and sucked and tongued each other with only the passion two women can manage to bring out of each other. They were naked and beautiful women making love. They fell onto the bed and started doing their favorite thing. Both had become so wet and creamy that their pussies were dripping with cum all over the lips of their cunts. Each reached a hand to the twat of the other and began fingering the little clits above their pussies. Then, as they both kept cumming and cumming they moved together crossing one leg over the other and began tribbing. Both had beautiful legs and they must have looked so fucking great as they scissored against each other. Rubbing cunts and making the pussy juice soak the bed. And they looked into each other's eyes and knew this was the best of love. They could continue this tribbing for an hour and not get tired. Their cunts drooled out cream more and more and they could not have been happier. I was fucking happy just hearing about it! Finally they tired of this play and moved on to more fun. It was time for mutual pussy diving. Ursula loved to be on the bottom while Cynthia made love to her quim. And Cynthia did not mind the dominant position when making love to her Ursula. They began their 69 and started by lapping up the cum drippings from their cunts. I am certain that there was a lot to lap up. After cleaning each other they began some serious pussy loving. Cynthia used her fingers to pop out Ursula's tiny clit and started to lick it, then to nibble and then to bite it. Ursula cried out in pain and lust. She wanted more and more. She had to stop what she had been doing. She had been chewing on Cynthia's labia and that was why Cynthia had bit Ursula's clit. All good fun for those into BDSM. Now it was time to get into some serious cunt-lapping, pussy-eating, muff-diving, or whatever you wanted to call it. It was certainly the grand part of the evening. Both girls were seriously into eating cunt and loving the taste and smell. They were virtually chomping and chewing and lapping to their heart's content, and cumming all the while. Finally, as often happened to two such close friends, they erupted together, and began squirting out of their cunts. Ursula's juices hit Cynthia in the face. She had anticipated it and had her mouth wide open to catch all she could. Some, of course, covered her pretty face and got into her long, wavy, blond hair. Cynthia squirted down all over Ursula's face and on her chest and tits. Now it was the fun of clean up time again. Each girl lapping up the juicy wetness that covered them both. This was the best of times. This was when they became closest and most loving. Caressing each other with their tongues. Kissing and touching as they traveled over their luscious lady flesh. Their skin was soft and smooth, and made for loving. It was a gentle, sweet, tender love they shared. That was how my Ursula had spent her evening before coming home and having me spend the night with her. Again, she loved her Cynthia, but she adored me. There was no conflict for us. I accepted my place in the scheme. But apparently Carl had other ideas. After relating all that occurred that evening my dear Ursula told me of something else, something quite exasperating and annoying to me and, certainly, to her. Carl had been texting, phoning, and emailing her. And he was even using other methods to try to keep in contact with Ursula. What the hell was his scheme? I could not decipher what his plan was. He had Cynthia. What more would he want? How much did one man need to be happy? I tried to explain to her the difference between being courteous and accepting harassment. What true man does not understand the meaning of no? What true man allows himself to become an asshole to the friend of his so-called lover. What true man does not understand honor and integrity? In simplest terms, what man doesn't get it when he is unwanted? These were questions I would have to explore. My Ursula deserved the best and she would get it. She did not deserve unwanted overtures and unnecessary rudeness in a life spent helping others. She was a social worker because she wanted to be, not because she needed the income. She deserved what I would go to the world's end to give her. She needed peace and contentment and the love she was meant to have. The next few days passed as usual. I spent time at Ursula's place teaching her to accept her place as my sub. I was getting laughed at most of the time, but having a good time and learning the BDSM lifestyle with each lesson. I was disciplining her, but I was being taught at the same time. Who was the sensei? Who really gave a fuck. I would place a gold cock ring on my dick. She loved that. Then I would put nipple clamps on her tits and make her follow me around the room completely naked, her sweet hairy pussy dripping juices on her carpet, and a bung plug up her ass. She would be wearing shackles on her lovely ankles, and her hands would be in cuffed and stretched out before her in a beseeching manner. My leash would be around her neck. I would tell her that she would only get fucked when she stopped cumming from her sweet, tempting pussy. This could go on for a long time. She was such a quick and prolific cummer. But finally I would give in, and I would remove most of the chains and restraints just so I could get at her mouth or her cunt. She loved sucking cock. With the cock ring on I would gush out for her after a long cock sucking session. She ate and ate to her heart's delight. Sometimes, of course, the pussy would need to be fucked long and hard. I would leave in the bung plug, leave her hands shackled so she couldn't play with Master, but would spread her legs on the bed and tie her ankles and feet to the bed posts so I got her cunt wide and open for deep penetration. I tied a silk scarf around her face to muffle her screams of passion. I liked hearing them, but I was trying my Master powers. I still was not the best on the block. Then, with my newest cock ring in place I would begin slowly pushing the head of my prick into her leaking cunt. She started squirming with joy, as always wanting more and faster, but I took my time. I slowly pushed in until I filled her whole pussy with my cock. Then I rested. And she looked at me with her pleading, beautiful eyes. Then I would begin pounding and pounding, and ramming and ramming. This was what she had been begging for. This is what she was getting. I thrust my cock so deep I could feel the bung plug. I finally relented and reached up and tore the scarf away, and she squealed out her passion and joy at the cumming she was experiencing. The cock ring worked well. I held back for a long time, but finally gushers of cum filled her pussy and oozed out around my dick. She squealed again from the pleasure of receiving my tons of cum. She absolutely loved cum. Feeling it on her body, in her pussy, dribbling down her throat, being sprayed all over her body, on her tits and in her face. She was my baby girl cum-lover. I adored her. And I filled her with my man juices. Then I popped out the bung plug and she came again. As we always did after one of my Master lessons we cuddled and she criticized my technique. Right, a sub criticizing her Master. It is very amusing, I know, but I was an untrained Master. So she told me what went right and what could have been better, and I learned a little more after each of these sessions. Moving on to other pillow talk we discussed our Cynthia. I knew Ursula loved Cynthia with a lover's passion. I loved Cynthia with the love of a friend. We both wanted nothing but the best for her. We both wondered if she was on the right track this time, hoping against hope that it would be. I could not understand this Carl. What true man could not simply accept the great gift he had been given and be glad and rejoice in it? As did I. Something would have to be resolved. And it would have to happen soon. If I was fortunate, it would be in my favor. Unfortunately, things had often gone wrong for me. Which would it be this time? What Is a Master Ch. 04 Like Icarus, I flew too close to the sun. It was my downfall. And again, like Icarus, it was my own fault. I made a bad decision, and I came spinning down from the heights of passion to the depths of despair. My story was going so well. Ursula cared deeply for me, her Roger, and I adored her with my complete soul. Who would have thought it would end this way? Cynthia and Carl had broken up. Who was to blame for that? I hadn't a clue, really. Perhaps nobody was. Perhaps it was just life happening. Cynthia no longer allowed me into her life. She saw me only when it was unavoidable. As when she was visiting Ursula, and I happened to be there, or when Ursula wanted me to watch them make love. This was a huge turn on for Ursula. Our love-making afterwards was always surprising and fulfilling. But Cynthia rarely even spoke to me. I never understood what had really caused this change in Cynthia. As to Carl, I avoided him like the plague. But Ursula maintained ties to both of them. She loved Cynthia, as she had never loved me. And, in another spin to our story, she now seemed to have become even more attached to Carl and his friends. The convolutions and spins were mind boggling and disorienting to me. It began simply enough. I was training to be Ursula's Master. That is, she was teaching me. I know. When does a submissive train a Master? Obviously, never. It didn't work for us. It wouldn't work for anyone. I thought it was working. What we had going seemed to me to be magic. It was compelling and fulfilling as nothing before ever had been. We made such passionate love that I was convinced I had invented sex. Truly, it was that good. Our training had lasted for some weeks and I thought I was progressing splendidly. Ursula never gave me any indication that I was doing anything wrong. To the contrary, I was always distinctly aware that we had an uncommon link. That we laughed at the same things. That often we were even thinking the same thoughts. We found it amusing. I found it endearing and assumed it meant we had a special bond. That we were, in fact, actual soul mates. That rare state of being that so many search for and so few find. I should have known that it was all taking a bad spin when our roles started subtly changing. I was the Master, and she was the sub. Right? Well, actually, it had never been truly that relationship. I could never be sure that she was following my orders. I could never be sure I was giving them properly, or that she was not simply using me in her own way to achieve her own secret goals. In any case, the roles began to change. Slowly, but surely, I was assuming a more and more submissive role. For awhile I could take that, but not too long. I was not a submissive type. I never had been. She began slowly by asking submissively if she could use some of our toys on me. I didn't see the harm. I had spanked her often with straps and whips of various types. I could surely take it from her every so often. It was only a little pain after all. If she could take it so could I. One evening as I whipped her luscious ass with a leather strap she had an intense orgasm with her sweet pussy fluids running down her legs as she hung from the hook in the ceiling. It was good for me too. I immediately began fucking her ass hole just the way she had always loved it before. Deep and rough. Ramming and thrusting with all my power into her abused, red ass. She kept cumming for me over and over. I filled her ass with my load of sperm and relaxed, releasing her from the bindings and placing her gently on the bed. We were in her master bedroom. How ironic that was, now that I think about it. I was supposed to be the Master and yet we were in her "master" bedroom. "Roger, my life, we are good together, aren't we?" "That's a gross understatement, little one." "You know, I think it would be even better if you let me take charge once in awhile. Just a little dear one." "How so, Ursula?" "Oh just in little ways my love. Like tonight. I could give you a little spanking like you gave to me. That wouldn't be so bad, would it? I think I might really get off on that baby. I really do." So we tried that. I took some spankings. I didn't enjoy them. Some do, some don't. But I allowed it, thinking I was being a decent Master by giving my sub a bit of pleasure. And she really enjoyed it. She would cum as she whipped me and, often, I would glance back and see her fucking herself with a dildo as she was spanking me. She would stop the spanking when she could not control her cumming anymore. I never got off on it. I would then order her to suck my prick and get me to cum. She loved that. She had always been a cum slut. I loved spewing spunk across her face and watching her eyes gazing up into mine with lust and pleasure. That was the beginning of the end, when things began to spin out of my control. After that she wanted to use her toys more often, asking me to watch as she made herself cum over and over. I was allowed to jack off and then feed her my cum. She did love sucking down cum. For her it didn't matter if it was male cum or female juices. She was bisexual of course. She always had been. Now and then I would hear her moaning Cynthia's name while she had an orgasm. Even when I was fucking her pussy with all my force and power she was still thinking of someone else. I tried reprimanding her. She would become obedient and submissive immediately, but it wouldn't last. Finally I did what I thought I was supposed to do. I made her take a lashing with a whip until she cried out the the "safe" word. The problem was, she gave the safe word after only a couple of swipes with the lash. What was I to do? I loved her. I thought she loved me. I thought this was what she had always wanted. To be a sub to a Master. And she had virtually hand picked me, or rather Cynthia picked me. But she had lost any semblance of submission to me. I could see that. Now the begging began. She wanted to use her strap-on to fuck me in the ass. I would say no, but she was persistent. At last I had to lay it on the line. I was either her Master or her equal, but I would never be her sub. I did not play that way. I was in power, not under the thumb or rule of anyone. I was clear about that. Then I tried to continue with our relationship. I told her we could be just lovers if she wanted. I did not need to be a Master. I don't believe I had ever had the right temperament for it. I know she was a natural submissive, but for some reason she was attempting to be a Mistress over me. My world was spinning out of my control. It was at this time that I discovered something that changed everything. I did not live with Ursula. I had my own apartment. She lived uptown, and I lived downtown. She had the money. She had the fine apartment. It had always been convenient and more comfortable for us both to use her place. She had never seemed to mind. One thing about Ursula was that she was never rude, and always free with what she had, for me and for her friends. But I had never actually moved in with her. I would spend most of my time at my own place. In any case, I was staying in my own apartment and I called Ursula to tell her I would be doing some work out of town for a few days. She didn't answer her phone, so I left a text message. I knew that she would call Cynthia to come over as soon as she got my message. They were more often than not together whenever I wasn't around. I have explained before that this never bothered me. It was a given if I was to stay with Ursula. She loved Cynthia. I had been allowed to watch them together several times. I was not being the Master then. Cynthia was being the Mistress and I was forgotten as she treated my Ursula as her own sub. Once she tied Ursula on the bed with each hand and foot strapped so that her sweet body was spread-eagled on the coverlet. Her soft raven hair was lying on the pillow and her little triangle of pussy hair was displaying her red labia with droplets of cunt juice glistening in the overhead light. Cynthia teased her with a feather all over her body, but especially on the areas she knew Ursula found sensitive and which aroused her the most. I knew them well myself. The feather tickled her hard nipples, and her inner thighs, and the back of her knees. Every point that brought her to peak arousal. But Cynthia stayed clear of her cunt. That was for use later. No one cared, but I was jerking myself off. My cock was rock hard. Masturbating was my only outlet if I was allowed to be there when Ursula and Cynthia played. "Allowed" is the right word, and it should have given me fair warning that my love affair with Ursula had begun to spin out of my control. I was blind and loving and hopeful. And very stupid, I would discover. Just as Cynthia started ramming a double dildo into Ursula's pussy and ass I shot my spunk into some tissue. Ursula was moaning and whispering Cynthia's name, as she had done many times before, and her orgasm sent her spinning into the stratosphere, straining against the silk ropes that bound her. Cynthia withdrew the dildo and squirting juices escaped for Cynthia to lap up. They continued with this love-making while I left, feeling a deep regret welling up inside me. But now, several weeks later, I was leaving town for a few days, and Ursula would be on her own. Let me be clear. I had never thought of Ursula's time with Cynthia as somehow cheating on me. Oh no. That had always been clear from the start. Ursula loved Cynthia. I was her man friend, her male candy. I was the Master she claimed to need to fulfill her submissive nature. But I always felt that our male/female relationship was exclusive, once we had become an item. I was her man. Do you understand? Perhaps not. But I understood it. Now something was changing, taking a new spin in our lives. I was to find out how much very soon. I was out of town for several days. I would call and text but would get no answer. I was worried. Frightened actually. I wanted to call the police and have them check on my soul mate. But that seemed a very dumb thing to do. After all, what were we to each other? Dear friends, and lovers? Master and sub? I didn't really know anymore. I did know that I didn't feel as if I had the right to call the police every time she didn't answer a text message. When I arrived home late on a Saturday evening I parked my Mercedes in the spot I rented and went up to my walk-up apartment on the third floor. I lived in a colorful and arty part of the city. And I loved the ambience and the people. Every language possible could be heard as one walked the streets of my neighborhood. And the foods! Such a variety. I never felt that special, all-world vibe in Ursula's part of the city. Tossing off my clothes, I took a shower. Then I tried to reach Ursula. Her phone was going to voicemail. None of my texts had been answered. I was still worried, so I did something I know I shouldn't have. I went to her apartment. She had given me a key back in the golden days when we were flying high on our new-found passion and joy. When the relationship was blooming, and I thought our souls had become one. I didn't drive. I would never find a parking spot in her part of the city. I took the subway. Arriving at her apartment, I then did something I would never, should never have done. I didn't knock or use the doorbell. I used my key and entered. I had a compulsion that came over me. It asserted control. It was irresistible. I wanted to know what was going on. I wanted to know what my darling, my soul mate, was doing when I was not around. This was when I made the bad decision. This was when the relationship spun out of my control. This is when the final spin occurred. I slipped the key in the lock. I turned it smoothly and opened the door. Immediately I could smell the odor of sex permeating the apartment. Ursula's master bedroom was to the left, past the beautiful art pieces and the filled bookshelves. Sounds were coming from that direction. Sounds I had heard before. Sounds I had made or caused her to make. Very fucking disturbing sounds. You understand? Am I fucking clear? Then I heard the voice that killed my dreams, that murdered my hopes, that destroyed my life. I heard Carl. And he was giving orders! His voice was commanding my darling, my heart, my soul. And as I approached the open door to her bedroom I heard Ursula calling out "please Daddy, please make me cum." I didn't want to watch. I didn't want to see. But I did. Ursula was on her hand and knees on the floor. Carl's cock was in her free hand and she was licking it and sucking it while she moaned and begged to be allowed to cum. His flail was lashing her back and her ass, and her cunt lips were rosy red from being slashed with the whip, as was her entire ass. That lovely, luscious ass I had fucked so many times before. I felt my stomach telling me it wanted to throw up. He stopped the lashing, picked her up, and threw her on the bed. I saw his triumphant grin as he crawled between her legs and aimed his prick at her pussy. With one quick thrust he was in her and fucking her harder and deeper. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." Over and over she said it. Over and over. I could see she was having an orgasm. I came to my fucking senses and got the hell out of there before he actually filled her cunt with sperm. I had seen too much. I didn't need to see that. I fled, hearing her sweet voice calling out to him as I left the apartment. My story had taken an awful spin. It was my own fault. I was not a Master. I never had been. Perhaps if we had been clear about that in the first place things would have been different. Perhaps we would have grown together as a couple. Perhaps our very real attachment to each other would have blossomed and become something beautiful to look upon. Perhaps, always perhaps. Ursula was the one. She should have been my true soul mate. We should have been eternal lovers. But it all took a horrible spin.