0 comments/ 8492 views/ 1 favorites her Gift By: Cachoeira It was Saturday, and they had just come home from a nice, lazy day walking through the park by their apartment. There, they held hands and talked about their lives and how they met, reliving a kind of fairy of discovery. It was a favorite conversation of theirs, and they smiled slyly at each other while they watched the other people walking by, or playing with their children. She blushed, more than once. It was a sun-drenched day, and they shared the secret of lovers who knew something no one else did. He made a quick dinner for himself, and sat down to eat. she took a seat in a chair next to him. He said, "I want you to fast tonight." He poured her a glass of milk and handed it to her. "This will be the last thing you have until I feed you." she took the glass in both hands and drank it down slowly, savoring the taste, while holding his gaze with her eyes. When she finished, she placed the empty glass down next to his plate with a noisy sound, its side flushed thinly white by the remains of her drink. He held her hand and said, "Water only now. Go take a bath and get ready for bed." He tucked her in early, massaging her body, warm and moist from the bath. He placed the brown leather collar around her neck and closed its buckle. It hugged her neck tightly. On her wrists, he placed matching leather cuffs, the chrome D-rings falling gently to the sides as he laid her arms at her sides. He placed similar cuffs on her ankles. Then he kissed her as he massaged her breasts and shaven cunt, which he noticed was already becoming very wet in anticipation. He lifted a wet finger to his lips and wet them. He wet her lips with the finger, too, and then kissed her again. "Sweet dreams, my pet," he said. "Good night, Sir," she replied, closing her eyes as he sat still beside her, a hand on her stomach, watching her as she began to breathe deeply and abandon herself to sleep. Sunday morning came brightly through the windows, and he turned to her, naked, with the pounding hard-on he usually had in the morning. He rubbed his body against hers, turning her away to face her back and run his cock between her ass and thighs as he held her by the rings on her collar. she moaned, and he followed, rubbing his cock all over her sopping cunt and teasing her asshole with it. But he did not enter her. He dry-fucked her like this until his cock was coated with her cunt juice. Then he pulled her by her hair and placed her mouth over his cock. "Clean it off." And she did, thoroughly, nursing his erection and taking him in long deep strokes. Then he suddenly pulled her head away, without cumming, holding her head to watch his cock throb and bob up and down. "You'll have it, later. First, give me a bath." Without a word, she left the bed and went into the bathroom. He watched the rings dangle from her collar and cuffs as she disappeared through the door, and he laid back on his pillow to hear the sound of water filling the bath. His eyes were closed when he felt her fingers touch his forearm. she did not speak, and he took his time opening his eyes. "Is it ready?" he asked. she nodded. He had never said so, but she knew that she could not speak until he told her to do so. she smiled and took his hand, to lead him to the bath. He dipped his feet into the hot water, and then laid down slowly. The water burned his skin at first, but he liked the sensation, and he let it take hold as she massaged his scalp. she washed his head and hair with creamy shampoo, and she did the same with his closely trimmed beard. He sat up and she carefully washed his face, neck, and chest with her soapy hands. He felt her cuffs or their rings touch him from time to time, and the sensation cause a stirring in his cock. He stood and she carefully washed every inch of his body, paying special attention to his feet. After rinsing them with water, she took each toe lovingly into her mouth and bathed his feet, one by one, with her tongue, before rinsing them again. she replayed the same careful routine with his cock and balls, washing with soapy hands, massaging him with oil, and then bathing him with her tongue. Still he would not cum for her yet. she followed him into the living room and knelt in the center of the hardwood floor. she placed her hands behind her back and spread her knees about two feet apart. her ankles flattened out under her ass, and she raised her back and arched it. she crossed her hands behind her back. she kept her eyes open, but only looked straight ahead. she said nothing as he went about the house, dressing, checking something on his computer, browsing the paper, and drinking warm coffee. The smell of the coffee aroused her and made stomach groan a little. she hoped he couldn't hear it. Then he disappeared for a few minutes and approached her with a steaming cup in his hand. He held beneath her nose and she smelled the warm herbal tea. she breathed deeply as he place a hand on her forehead and tilted her back. He used his fingers to open her mouth and spread her teeth. He held her nose closed so she couldn't breath and poured the warm tea into her mouth. she gulped it down and alternated her gulps to breathe. He poured it in slowly and worked with her. In this way she took the whole cup, not tasting much, but just enough to savor the gratitude she felt for his generosity, giving her something warm and soothing in the morning, as she waited for him. After she finished the tea, he set the cup down on a table and grabbed their dog's leash. This caused the animal to rouse himself from the sofa and walk excitedly around the room. The dog came up to her and licked her on the face and smelled her breasts and crotch, but she did not move. she only stared straight ahead and kept still and silent. He bent down behind her and bound her wrists together with a chrome clasp on the rings of her cuffs. she was bound now. "Come, Buck," he called, and the dog went to he door to meet him. she heard the clicking of the leach on the dog's collar, which caused a warm twitch in her stomach. The sound of the door opening, and closing, and then, silence. she did not move. she stayed still in the silence. she tried to relax her muscles as she held her position. she knew from her previous trials that if she emptied her mind she could actually relax, even as her muscles became weary of holding her so still. It all depended on not thinking, or, rather, on willing herself to emptiness. she remembered the first time they did this, and he watched her, for an hour or more. That was a solemn struggle, and she failed many times. This earned her a specially rough caning at the end of it, but over time she got better at it. she learned to concentrate her mind's powers on nothingness, to empty her mind and soul of everything and become nothing. In the nothingness she became herself, a woman-for-him, her loving Master. The emptiness relaxed her and purged her, and she thought to herself of the serenity that she could achieve by following his desires -- that she be still and wait for him, not moving one bit, just being still. she imagined herself completely invisible and her mind entered another space. she closed her eyes, the one movement he could never know of and perhaps didn't even care about, even though she knew he wanted her eyes open at all times when he was present. In the darkness and silence, he became more present to her, as she maintained her posture and the aching that grew in her knees and thighs dulled into something that seemed relaxing, releasing, and even pleasant. she had taught herself that what others experience as pain she could experience differently. It was her own special power, and it filled her joy to have such a power over herself. she breathed deeply and silently thanked him for giving this to her. A warm trickle of moisture oozed from her cunt and crept slowly along her thigh. she concentrated her emptiness on the contrasting sensation of fullness in her groin and cunt, a tiny throbbing that was the only motion in the room. More than an hour had passed when she heard Buck's paws and claws on the floor outside the door behind her. she heard his voice. He was talking to someone, who answered him loudly. It was Ted, their neighbor, and the two talked about a football game in the park that they'd played last week. Buck's paws were clicking about the floor, and she knew the door would open soon. her smallness, her emptiness, was broken now. she shuddered at the thought of Ted seeing her like this, but she knew her Master wouldn't let that happen. At least he'd never let anyone into their special space before. Would he? Had he chosen this moment to test her like this? He had taken such special efforts to prepare her for this day, and she knew the night before, as he gently caressed her to sleep that something special was in the offing. But that? To expose her? she had worked so hard on her mastery of herself for his sake, and it quietly angered her to think he would share that without letting her know. As she heard their laughter in the hall, she briefly thought of dashing to the bedroom, and she felt a struggle in her body, as part of her wanted to escape, while another part wanted to trust her Master and remain still for him. For herself -- really -- still for herself -- for she was proving this to herself, wasn't she? They seemed to linger in the hall like that for ages, until she heard the door open and Buck bounded in as the door closed behind him. Buck lick her face and ran off to the kitchen, and she remained still. A wave of relief came over her -- once as she felt the pride of conquering her inner urges to remain still, and again as she realized he was alone with her and Ted had gone off, seeing nothing, knowing nothing of her bravery in the moment. her body ached -- she felt it now, back out of her emptiness and into a space acutely aware of her surroundings and her body's dull throbbing. she wanted to move. she was hungry. He said nothing as he went over to the kitchen. she remained still, and he returned to her with another warm cup of fragrant tea. He held her head gently, like he did before, and opened her mouth with his fingers. she concentrated on relaxing, so he could move her any way he wanted. He slowly poured tea into her mouth. It was warm. she held her mouth open and looked upwards as he filled her. He left and returned with a bowl. He pulled a chair next to her and sat, looking at her face as she stared blankly ahead. He pushed her head back and opened her mouth again. He began to feed strawberries and sliced cantaloupe. He placed the fruit in her mouth and closed it, massaging her cheeks and moving her chin. "You may chew," he said. she took the fruit joyfully, for she was very hungry, though she knew fruit alone would not sate her desire. But there would be nothing more, and she knew this. He left and returned, with another large cup of tea, which he fed to her in the same manner as before. So soon, but she knew what this meant. Three cups of tea couldn't stay inside her forever. But she drank it passively, feeling its warmth in her body, taking some energy and comfort from it, sensing -- or willing -- it to soothe her aching muscles. she had no idea how she had been in the position, but her body was becoming tired and her will to emptiness was difficult to retrieve with him present. He sat in the chair and stroked her long blonde hair, which was tied in a long pony-tail and rested on her back. He smiled at her back, which was now warming up with a moist film of sweat from the hot tea. He stroked her face and chin, and he touched her shoulders, neck, and breasts. He placed the ball of his bare foot on the floor beneath her cunt and rubbed the small, cool puddle of her cunt juices that had formed there. He smiled, looking at her still face, her eyes opened forward, blinking every so often, and he raised the bare topside of his foot to her cunt, rubbing. He saw her body flush at this. she flinched slightly, but he kept rubbing. He knew she was working very hard to remain still, and he enjoyed testing her like this. He knew she would give in sooner or later, and then he would have the right to punish her for it. It wasn't a matter of if, only a matter of when, and part of the joy was seeing her maintain her cool longer each time, while at the same time feeling his cock harden at the notion that she would be punished. Sooner or later, she'd give in. It happened as he pushed his big toe into her cunt. her head jolted back and she barked a quick moan. It broke the ice and pushed the game into another phase. He grabbed her hair harshly and pushed his toes into her cunt further. He let her moan and groan as he pushed her with his foot and felt the tension wound up in her so tightly that he imagined her breaking into a thousand bits there on the floor, brittle and broken by his discipline. Holding her by the hair, he pulled her head backwards, arching her back and bringing her head to the floor. she rested her back on her bound arms and felt a painful stretching of the muscles in her thighs. she stared at the ceiling. her aching body needed time to adjust to this new position, but it was a relief to change. With her legs folded this way, she felt a pounding in her knees. No longer did they bear her weight on the floor, but now they were stretched and her legs jack-knifed beneath her as her stomach and chest were exposed. she remembered her various attempts at yoga and let herself be comforted by the fact that this was more wonderful than any yoga workout she had ever done. With her head on the floor now, she was stretched out with her whole front side facing straight up. her small breasts were taut with tension and her nipples stood erect. They were large nipples, which he had once told her were immensely erotic to him in their contrast to her small breasts, and they both enjoyed endless games with her nipples. she loved receiving the sensations he could ply there, and she felt an inner blush at the knowledge that he was preparing her for something again. Staring only at the ceiling, she could only hear his movements around the room. But she heard the striking of matches and then smelled the sulfurous odor in the air as it stung her nostrils. she knew what was coming and she twitched with excitement. It would be slow and stinging and a worthy test of her love for him. And her love for herself, the greatest thing he taught her to have. she heard his footfalls softly on the floor and then all went black as he placed a blindfold over her eyes and tied it snugly. Endless time seemed to pass, marked only by the growing smell of paraffin in the room, until she felt the first hot sting of the wax falling on to her nipples. she very obviously struggled not to make a sound, with just a whimper or two coming out in small, sharp clips, until he said, "It's okay. Make some music for me." And so they began. For another hour he dripped the wax onto her. He was covering her body, starting with her nipples, and moving outward in spirals, to her shoulders, her stomach, her hips, her chin, her arms, her crotch, her face. The stinging in her crotch was especially pleasurable, and she even smiled. At the same time, she felt the warm, tight feeling in her crotch of her bladder slowly filling from the three cups of tea he had fed her. she tried to stay still, and she was successful to the point of only twitching here and there, and his lack of response to this meant he was enjoying these small manifestations of her struggle. He was enjoying it, and this heartened her. she groaned and moaned and whimpered. she allowed herself to fill the room with the soft sounds of her sensations. The sounds were not the sounds of pain. They were noises of sensual completeness. They were noises of communication. They were the first sounds he had allowed her to make since dinner the evening before. she found joy in the expression as he stung her body with the hot wax in ever changing places, touching her with the wax as if it were his hands, touching and stimulating her, stinging her with marks of his ownership, while she replied with the music she knew he loved so much. she played for him, as he played her. her body was dancing in sensations, and she lost herself to another kind of emptiness, an emptiness of self in which she took him on fully in her response to his stimulus. The wax was their line of communication, like a hot liquid wire that allowed them to talk to each other in a language without words. A language of the body -- her body, a power all her own. And again, she felt a sense of mastery as he played with her. He drenched her body with the wax, and her skin sung to her. As it dried she felt the crust forming on her and she silently and inwardly smiled at the badge and shield he created for her. And then he stopped. He let her lay there for a few minutes before grabbing a ring of her collar and slowly pulling her up to her knees. This excited the aching and pain in her legs again. She had been in only two positions for three or more hours now, and his moving her had snapped her back into this awareness. she ached on her knees, and she moaned in pain, this moan sounding like pain, as he stopped her in the old position again. her bladder was full now, and it hurt, too, as she held it for him, even as she felt the warm juice from her sopping cunt run down her thighs. This only heightened the sensation of her full and closed bladder, as she wished she could let loose the torrent she held within. The blindfold masked the world to her but she heard the sound of his shorts falling away. she felt his fingers open her mouth and felt a tremor of moisture flow from her cunt as his glorious, hard cock entered her mouth. His hands held the sides of her head as he now fucked her mouth. she knew he was serious this time, and she opened fully for him. she took his cock deeply and gagged when it hit the back of her throat. Saliva dripped and spewed from her mouth. her cunt juices rolled out. her full bladder seemed to throb and she ached to control it. her body was now on fired and the pain melted into deep satisfaction as she pleased him. she marveled at how he had orchestrated her body's movement this day. He brought her up and down, through aching and pain and excitement, one after the other, and her memories of the whole day now flowed out in a cascade of one thing after another, pain, numbing, aching, excitement, tremors, shuddering, excitement, pain, stretching, stinging. she felt the wax on her chest and stomach and cunt beginning to crack as he fucked her face. she felt how hard and huge his cock felt as her saliva gathered like an oily film around the edges of her lips. He pushed in an out, a gag here and there from her, but it was smooth and she knew he was close to cumming, because he now gripped the sides of her head and was moaning steadily. she thought that perhaps he lost himself in this emotion like she did in hers, losing sense of his surroundings and the presence of anything, except her mouth around his cock. And cum he did, with loud yelps and moans that cam from his stomach and the pit of his soul. It pleased her to think that he lost control of himself in this moment, because it was her own self-control that enabled him to be free like this. He needed her, and that made her someone. her mouth was filled with hot, sticky cum. He fucked her slowly in this mess as he started to soften, and she moved the cum around with her tongue to coat his shaft fully. And then she gripped her lips tightly around his cock as she felt him begin to pull out, so that she could clean him as he left her. Once he was out of her, she opened her mouth, for she knew he liked to see the record of his pleasure on her tongue. she looked in his eyes as he smiled and brought a hand to her chin to close her mouth. Holding her mouth closed like this was his order for her to swallow, and she did so, visibly moving her mouth and throat. Then he kissed her fully, probing her mouth with his tongue and melting into her. she loved this. He was so close to her now. her Gift As the sensation of the kiss ended, the aching desire to pee came back. It was stronger now, and she even felt a trickle begin to leave her cunt. she quickly flexed her muscles and hoped he didn't notice. she assumed the position once again, on her knees, for him, as she watched him turn and leave her. He put his shorts back on, but he left his shirt off, and she noticed how his back glistened with sweat. she was pleased that she did this to him. He returned to his newspaper for a few minutes. Then he got up and began to type away on his computer. It faced away from her, for which she was glad, since he had a webcam attached to the top of the laptop, and there was no way from where she was kneeling to know if it was on. He was probably answering email, and it was probably associated with work. This made pee- and juice-sopped cunt ache even more in pleasure as it helped her to render herself small and insignificant, to think about a return to emptiness. He has used her so well, satisfied himself, and now returned to his work. she held still and tried to stifle her smile. It was only partially successful, for she felt herself smile, but it was of no consequence, since he was tending only to the computer and not to her. He got up to go into the kitchen and emerged with rocks glass that she was sure was filled with his favorite bourbon. He was treating himself, and again she felt her mastery, for he was rewarding himself after the pleasure she gave to him. It was as if he was giving her the drink, even though he wasn't, but such was the thinking of one so beholden to another. His pleasure was hers. He got up and came to her. He stroked her hair and lips. she blushed at him, but she was overcome by an inner struggle against her own body. she needed to pee so badly by now that she wondered if she would burst and ruin it all by peeing on the floor like an incontinent dog. a stupid dog bitch. she thought to herself, that's what i, an incontinent bitch. But still, she smiled at him. He grabbed her crotch and squeezed her in a way designed to accentuate the discomfort in her bladder. she knew some pee was leaking from her at that point, soiling his hands. He brought his fingers to her nose and then placed them in her mouth. "Seems like you are ready to pee, my pet, are you?" she nodded and her eyes watered at the prospect of relief. He turned and left her, returning with a chrome water bowl, the same bowl that Buck used for his water. He placed it directly under her cunt and held her face and looked in her eyes and said, "You may pee now." And with this her pee came out in a burst. she heard the spattering and knew it was splashing out on to the floor, but she didn't care, even though she knew she'd have to lap up any spills or spatters. she peed for what seemed like a very long time, until her bladder was once again small. The very sensation of the pee going out of her cunt almost brought to her cum, so sensitive was she from the day's training. her body was indeed his vessel, and in stifling her orgasm she felt proud again. she filled the bowl with her piss. he dragged it out a foot or two from her cunt, and then he spoke. "You need to lick up your mess, pet. Make it all clean." And he pushed her head to the floor. she licked up her own pee and tried best as she could to smooth and shine the floor with her cheeks. The smell of her urine aroused her, and, her bladder empty now, she felt her cunt flushing slowly with desire and wetness. It was as if her body had been released of an inner possession and was more free, more open, to other invasions. The exercise had cleansed her of things she held within. As she finished lapping up her pee, she heard a sound from his computer. It was a phone ringing. Someone was calling him over his computer on a web call. As much as she had felt joy at cleaning the floor with her tongue, she was now flushed with excitement and humiliation to think that someone was intruding. Would he take the call? Yes, he would. And he left her, face on the floor, to return to the computer. she knew she shouldn't move, but rather keep her face on the floor where he had left it, until he returned. And so she did. she heard him sit at his desk. she could not look at him, but she knew he could look over the screen and see her there on the floor, in perfectly still submission, her head on the floor in his spattered piss, its smell wafting from bowl only a couple feet from her head, unmoving, waiting. "Hello," he said, moving in creaky chair, "Dad?" her body flushed in a sharp spasm that she barely controlled. Every muscle in her body strained not to move. she felt a deep humiliation. "Son -- how are you? I was just thinking about you." "Oh yeah, why? What did I forget to do?" she wanted to laugh, but her anger prevented it. she laid there, still, now aching, and feeling every muscle ache, and all the hot pain from the wax came back to her. she wanted to scream. "Nothing, nothing. I was just watching the game yesterday and thought you'd be pleased." "What game?" "Michigan and Notre Dame. Don't tell me you didn't...." The sound faded and their voices just became a background buzz to her. she struggled with her emotions now. Their talk turned to camping and mountains, and she just stayed still. Still and seething. At least she knew he didn't take calls over a webcam. Only the sounds of the room for them to hear. "She's great," he said. "We were just playing a game." Hearing herself spoken of like this. she stopped thinking about it. This is what i want, she thought. This is what i want. she repeated it, over and over again in her mind. And it relaxed her. He wouldn't harm her. He wouldn't humiliate her on purpose. The call would be over soon, even if the next two minutes would feel like an aching eternity. He loved her. she knew this. Soon enough, the buzzing in the background stopped, and the room was quiet, only the sounds of the birds and cars outside the windows to break the silence. she heard the creaking of his old wooden chair, and she heard his footsteps coming closer. Then he was behind her, and his fingers opened her asshole with warm oil. she couldn't move her face, still where it was. He massaged her ass slowly and the burning of his first finger's penetration wore off and melted into a pleasureful invasion. Two and then three fingers, as he massaged the walls of her ass and smoothed his fingers against the tight circular muscles of her rectum, plying her open with expert form. Soon enough, his cock filled her and she squealed as her face pushed along the piss-wet floor and his hands grabbed and then slapped her ass. Over and over, he slapped her cheeks with each thrust. she knew his knees were on a pillow, while hers scraped and pushed on the floor, along with her face. It wouldn't take him long, she hoped. It never did when he was really in the mood. His pace quickened and she felt her ass fully open and slick now, taking him so easily, and so joyfully. her body hummed. she struggled against the need to cum, and a wave of satisfaction warmed over body as he filled her ass with semen and she knew she'd passed this trial. she was sopping wet and trembling lightly as she strained to control herself, but she had done it, and she was his. He withdrew his softening cock and walked around her to the front. "You were cleaning your mess, pet," he said. Owning her. And she continued, without looking up at him, still working off her anger at that phone call. she knew she would tell him about this later, and he would be pleased, which made her body loosen up again as she licker piss from the floor and wiped the floor with her face, until it was clean. He brought a warm, damp towel to her face and cleaned her off gently, with such care that she now felt embarrassed to think angrily of him, the one who loved her like no other ever had. He placed the towel in her hands and told her to clean his cock, which she did gently, kissing the tip when she finished. He brought her to knees again and began to peel the wax from her body with a sharp kitchen knife, the large one that he used to chop the vegetables for their meals. she felt the blade scrape her softly, and she recalled the first time he had done this and how it had frightened her so, even though she knew he wouldn't cut or even scratch her in any way. her pride returned, as he expertly pulled the wax off, and she felt air on her skin, along with the cold sensation of the knife. This returned her cunt to its wettened state, and she was all the more in thrall. How he moved her up and down the ladder of her desire, again and again. she swallowed and felt the stickiness of his cum, still there after this time. His vessel. When he had fully removed the wax, he cupped her chin ever so gently and kissed her softly, with love. Gently, he raised her by her chin and told her to clean the floor. She fetched a broom and dustpan and did that. "And your pee. Take the bowl. You may flush it and pee again, if you need to." Happily she did this, not pausing to look at him, knowing he watched her every move. she noticed from the light in the windows that it was getting to be late afternoon. How many hours had they been at it, and still she had no release. she felt the slick run of her juices trailing from her soaked cunt as she obeyed him. Emerging from the bathroom, she heard him call her to the bedroom. He laid on the bed, fully naked, his cock semi-erect. He patted the bed and she laid beside him, snuggling against him as he stroked her. And then he tapped her shoulder and held her face to his. He looked in her eyes and tapped her chin, smiling as he did so. This was her favorite moment, and she turned to the table by the bed. she opened the drawer and took out the oil and laid next to him again. she oiled his cock and massaged him, feeling him grow as she did so. "you may tell me now," he said, and she began. she told him how it felt to serve him today, as she continued pumping his cock slowly. He grew rigid as iron as she told him about the feeling of smallness she willed into herself. He moaned as she told him of her pride in submission. He stroked her hair gently as she told him how the pleasure and pain mingled in the stinging wax, as she made herself his instrument. He softly caressed the nape of her neck -- her favorite touch -- as she told him how she struggled with anger and humiliation when he left her to take a call from his father, of all people. At this, she spoke rapidly, feeling the emotions return, speaking almost as if jokingly asking him, "How could you?" she looked in his eyes as she did this, her hand never ceasing the massage of his cock, and he smiled at her. It made her laugh at this point. "i think the most challenging thing, and the most beautiful, too, is the mixture of emotions you gave me today. i don't know if you planned it. and i know you won't tell. But it challenged me like never before." He groaned and let out a small laugh. "Don't look at me like that," she said, knowing she was pushing the limits of her place right now, "it was HARD." A moment of silence. "But i did it because i love you. i adore you, and i know you will always keep me safe. That thought alone allowed me to return to my place of pride, waiting for you. And you didn't let me down." He took her chin and kissed her long and hard. It was a passionately that spoke deeply to her, more than any words could. she knew he was about burst into orgasm, so she stopped and began to lower her head. It's how she always finished him. But he stopped her head with his hands. He told her she to sit atop him, and that she was free to enjoy his body as she wished. Cum as many as times as you can, he told her. Silently, she mounted him and held his strong shoulders. Looking into his eyes, she rode his cock slow and rhythmically, fucking him, feeling him inside her, so hard and full, ready to burst. she knew if she went slowly she could make him last. she knew he was straining and exercising his own form of control to let her continue like this instead of turning her over fucking her fast and hard, like he preferred. her body glistened with sweat as she began to loosen her control of herself, to let her orgasm cascade out in rippling waves from her cunt, throughout her body, rocking her mind and causing her to moan loudly, endlessly, it seemed, finally convulsing on his cock as he heaved beneath her and came again. her cunt was loose and slick his cum now, and she collapsed on him, letting him soften inside her as his cum slowly leaked out. After a few minutes of quiet, tender, breathing, she moved down to his cock. she cleaned him fully with her mouth and tongue, all the while cupping her hand over her cunt to collect the cum that continued to ooze out of her. Only after she'd cleaned him, did she use her hands to clean herself, bringing their cum to her face and licking it from her fingers and palms as he watched her intently, with a school-boy smile on his face. When she was done, she curled up into him and he kissed her again, whispering "rest, my love." "i am resting, my love, your gift." Her Gift I hear the hiss and screech of another train arriving at the platform down below the main level of Alewife station, the end of the Red Line. A metallic smell rises up the stairs on the gust of hot air displaced by its arrival. The doors open with a whoosh, and the clamor of passengers starts up the stairs and the escalator. My stomach clenches as the first faces come into view and the travelers file toward the turnstiles. The Saturday afternoon herd is thin, so it's easy to dismiss the men who come up from the platform: not alone, too short, dark hair, headed straight for the door.... The process of elimination continues until it's clear to me that that was not your train. I exhale audibly, realizing that I'd been holding my breath. I laugh at myself and shake out my hands, which are tingling and slightly damp. I know you'll be here soon; you called from Harvard Square to say you were headed into the T. I turn to pace a little, and stare blankly at the headlines on display at the newsstand. The thought suddenly occurs to me that you were on that last train, but decided to stay on board and take the return trip back into town and to your hotel room rather than to come and meet me as we've planned. I have to wait only a few minutes with this notion in my head before the next train arrives, and I feel a pang in my chest I spot you just as you make it to the main level. I catch your eye, and as you approach, we get our first live look at one another. Our eye contact is broken up by your fellow passengers' walking between us, but each time you come into view, I see on your face a mirror of the smile that has developed on my own. When we are finally face to face, I instinctively put out my hand to shake yours; even as I do it, I think, How awkward, but your hand meets mine, and as we say hello, our first touch sends a thrill up my arm. We let go, lunge into small talk, and ride the flow of people out of the station and into the garage. I'm flushed with nerves, stealing every look I can at you. I watch a variety of expressions pass over your face, and, when we reach my car, I drop into the driver's seat with a sigh of relief because I haven't yet seen any sign of disappointment from you. I don't want anything, least of all your assessment of me, to take away from the pleasure I hope this evening will bring you. I tell you, teasingly, that among the many preparations I've made for your visit, I've brought along the take-out menu for Udupi Bhavan, a southern Indian place near my house. If that sounds good, I say, we can call from the road and pick up our dinner on the way. You agree enthusiastically, not that you know other options, and I feel a minor swell of success that I've made a good choice. I'm not ready to talk about the rest of what's to come, and you're graciously following my lead. You're just as quick and funny in person as you were online and on the phone, and, bit by bit, my anxiety is replaced by anticipation, and I hope to myself that you are feeling that shift as well. You get a glimpse of my city, which you've heard of, but never before visited, as we swing by the restaurant and head for my house, a tiny, mid-century modern ranch in a quiet neighborhood. You stand close behind me on the steps as I let us in, and hearing your breath close behind me makes the hairs on my arms are stand on end as we cross the threshold. I'll give you the tour after we eat, I tell you. It's when we're sitting at the table that we finally break through to talking about more intimate matters, talking about our chats, how surprisingly intense they've been, and how arousing. With every glance at you, and with every exchange of words, that same effect kicks in. Neither of us eats much, and before long I'm packing up what's left. I offer you the bathroom and some towels so you can freshen up, and smile goofily behind you as you pull your toothbrush out of your backpack. Good man, I think. When you're done, I follow suit. Before I leave the bathroom, I take an uncharacteristically close look at my own face in the mirror, trying to recognize the new version of myself that invites men she's met online to her house for sex, especially of the sort we've discussed. When I come out, you're standing in the living room, looking out the big front windows at the darkening evening, and you turn toward me. The mood is charged now, and I cross right to you, my heart beating a little faster. I reach out a hand to touch your side, and as I do, I ask, Okay? I want you to give me your explicit permission to follow my instincts. You put your hands on my shoulders and say, Of course, and with just your fingertips, you move me toward you. You bend your head down to kiss me, moving your hands to the middle of my back and pulling me tight against you. My arms are around you, pulling you into me in return; our mouths seem locked together as the combined energy of our anticipation is conducted through this embrace. With each exhalation, we press ourselves more tightly together, and at the first graze of the front of your jeans across my belly, I sigh into your kiss, my lips opening. Your tongue grazes my parted teeth and you move to deepen the connection, letting your tongue find mine. The sum of your touches—lips, tongue, hands, and especially the press of your stiffening erection through your jeans and my skirt—have the heat rising in me. My head swims as I feel the first twinge and the first wetness signaling my arousal. It suddenly seems urgent to get to the couch, and I force myself to break the current running between us to steer you down onto the soft cushions. It's almost a relief to let air between us. I remind myself to be careful, that I have an idea of how I want to move us through this night, and that my main goal is not my own satisfaction. That noble thought does little to cool me down, so I walk blindly into the kitchen to get us some water. When I return, the sight of you leaning back on my couch sends another surge of heat through my body, and when I sit down, I run my hand up your thigh and give you a squeeze to make sure you understand the effect your presence is having on me. You respond by leaning further back and extending one leg so that I can move up between your thighs and come in close, and I do. I feel like I've performed some kind of magical act to bring you here, and you read the satisfaction on my face. Because, in our short acquaintance, words have proven so erotic, I want to exploit them in the context of this physical encounter. As I slide up to you, and take in your expectant expression, I feel a thrill of power knowing that I'm aiming to draw out your excitement as much as I can. I press my hands into your chest, lean in for one quick kiss, and take your shirt in my hands. As I lean back, you put hands on my hips, running your fingers across the soft fabric of my skirt, then taking a tighter hold. I want to watch you as I describe what's to come, to take the fullest possible advantage of your imagination and your willingness to place your fantasy—and your body—in my hands. I undo a few of your shirt buttons and, in a low voice, tell you, I'm glad you agreed to make this trip. You respond, Me too, definitely, and I undo the buttons on my blouse. I undo the rest of your shirt buttons and push the material aside. I rest my fingertips on the sides of your throat and feel your quickening pulse for just a moment, then rake my fingernails lightly down the length of your torso, across your chest, making sure to catch your nipples, and over your stomach, watching the tiny contractions of your muscles and feeling your fingers clench and tighten on my hips as my fingers hook into the waistband of your jeans. I retrace my motion back up your body, laying my hands flat on you now, applying pressure to your skin and feeling it move under my palms. I reach up into the arms of your shirt to grasp your strong shoulders, and you crunch forward so that I can slip your shirt down off of one arm and then the other. You have to take your hands from my hips so that I can get your shirt off, and when each hand, in turn, is free, I take you by the wrists and slide your hands into my open blouse and onto my breasts. You run your fingers over the lacy material of my bra, see the black fabric stark against my light skin, and readily find my stiffened nipples. You spread your hands, catching my nipples between your fingers and then squeeze, grasping my flesh so firmly that I close my eyes and let out a moan. Beautiful, I hear you murmur, and I know it's my reaction you're describing, but, still, I blush to hear it. I take a deep breath, and feel my breasts swell in your hands, and then a contraction deep inside my pussy. I open my eyes again, wondering if you can tell the effect you're having on me. Your sweet, open expression is the reminder that I need to keep my focus on your pleasure. With a smile meant to convey my renewed sense of purpose, I reach for your belt and unfasten it. I move my hand down and rub your erect cock through your jeans and lean in to whisper along side your ear, I want to feel you inside me. You make a noise I interpret as agreement; when I lean back to undo the button and the zipper of your jeans, I finish the thought, just a little flatly, But that's not the main reason we're here, is it? As I ask, I give your hardness a light squeeze and feel it jerk in response, then take my hand away. I know I'm walking a fine line. I want you on the verge of orgasm, I want to keep you there, I want you to hold on to that feeling for as long as possible. Is it, I repeat in a steady voice that lets you know the question is not rhetorical. You are looking right at me, but your eyes unfocus slightly now when acknowledge, after a breath's pause, No. No, I repeat, it isn't. I lean back and look you over, your shirt off, your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, your jeans undone and your cock rigid and straining against your underwear. I'm glad that we're reminding ourselves why we're here, because I'm strongly reconsidering the plan in favor of taking your dick into my mouth right then and delivering the blowjob of a lifetime. I look away to try to erase the thought, and when I look back, your tight smile tells me that you are relishing your status as a nearly irresistible temptation. I can't help but smile in return, but I know it's time for me to move things along, so I let the moment of amusement pass as I look into your face, watching your smile relax away, and feel my own do the same, as we listen to each other breathe. When I sense that this pause allowed your arousal to ebb just a bit, I exhale deeply. Because your fantasy has lived for so long in words and as mental images, I want us to examine again what they mean to you, before we bring them into being. I say, Listen, because I'm going to tell you what's going to happen, what we talked about. You close your eyes and bite the insides of your lips, and though we're not even touching, I'm sure I feel a pulse of heat come from you and almost hear your heart press against your ribcage. You keep your eyes closed, but nod to tell me you're listening. I begin, Okay, then. Unless you tell me not to, in a minute, I'm going to call my friend. Like I said before, you don't need to know his name. He probably won't say much, either, he's not talkative, especially not in these circumstances. Once I call, in about ten minutes, he'll be here. I've told him about your fantasy, and he's only too willing to oblige. You wince slightly at the thought of me discussing your most private desire with another man, and you take a short breath. I touch one hand to your face and say, I know, it's okay. I feel the small tremors there as you accept what I've done, knowing that my fundamental intention is to help you know yourself in a new way. You nod again, and I continue, softening my voice, When he gets here, we're going to make sure he's ready for you. You're going to tell him, and you're going to show him, what you need from him to make sure he understands. Isn't that right? You tilt your head back as if to nod, but hesitate, and now I want to look directly into your eyes, I want you to let this out of your own head, and I want to see you let it pass from fantasy and words into being. I stroke your face again and ask you gently, Please open your eyes. You do, and the look on your face is so unspeakably personal and raw that my chest tightens. I am sure I've never seen that expression on any person before. A second's doubt enters my mind, and I bite my lip to keep a tiny cry from escaping. When I close my eyes and say, It's okay, it's okay, I don't know which of us I'm trying to reassure. Even as I speak the words, a wave of responsibility for your happiness occupies my mind, and I'm distracted by how strange and powerful that responsibility makes me feel. I open my eyes and look at your face again, and feel an urgent need to put us back on course before I lose my nerve. I place my hands on your chest again—I can feel your heart thumping—and continue, speaking low and holding your gaze, not waiting for your responses now, He's going to come here for you. You're going to let him know what you want, aren't you? You're going to invite him to take you, to fuck you. When he's done, he's going to cum in you. He's going to fill you up with his cock, and he's going to cum inside you. If this is not what you want, tell me. If you want this, if you need this like I think you do, trust me, and come to bed with me now. I'm fighting to keep my voice steady, and to keep my legs steady as I stand up from the couch, and put out my hands to pull you up. When we're standing face to face again, I put my arms around you. I wonder if I've gone too far, frightened you, or hurt you. You draw me in and kiss my neck. The touch of your lips is so tender, such a contrast with the words I've spoken, which I fear sounded too harsh. I am suddenly afraid that I might be interfering with something that I don't fully understand. You kiss my neck again and I have the awful thought that you're kissing me goodbye. My mind is frantically working for a way to apologize, to stop you from going, to keep you kissing me, when you put your hand on the back of my head, press your lips to my hear, and whisper, Call. Relief floods through me, and I turn my face into your chest and lay a string of soft kisses across it. As I do, you slip my open blouse back off of my shoulders, and I take my arms from around you to let it fall to the floor. I had thought, talking to you and planning this night, that I had a sense of my own role in this, but in this moment, my certainty wobbles. You unhook my bra and I let that fall to the floor, too, and I press into you again, feeling the slightly damp warmth of your skin against mine. The balance of need, desire and vulnerability between the two of us is shifting unpredictably now, flowing palpably back and forth through us, refusing to settle into a singular, namable proportion. I look up at you, say, Okay, and turn to walk to the phone. Your arms are still around me, and when I step forward, you don't let go. I turn my head quickly to see if I've misunderstood, but, in a generous show of humor, you are smiling at me. You slip your hands down to the front of my hips and pull me back to you, pressing your erection into my back just at the top of my ass, and I draw in a sharp breath and push back against you, exhaling with a small groan. My breasts sway forward as I arch my back, and I feel the wetness run out of my slit. I hear what sounds almost like a laugh from you, and I am dizzied by your grace, your honesty, and your sexiness. In this playful way, we take the steps to the phone, which is sitting on a low side table, and when I bend down to pick it up, you slip your right hand up under my skirt and run it over my ass and across my panties to the obvious wet spot, which you feel spread under your touch. I'm dialing, I tell you with a taunt, and as I do, you slip your fingers under the waistband of my panties and pull them down, stepping back to slide them to the floor. You hear a male voice answer the phone, and I say, Hi, it's me, come on over. The voice on the other end says, Okay, see you in a few. I hang up and toss down the phone, step out of my underwear, and turn around to you. I take your hand and lead you down the hall to my bedroom. We never did take that tour, I say as I let you pass through the doorway before me. You take in the high, iron-framed bed and note how the dark green color of the walls absorbs most of the light from the amber table lamp that glows on the dresser. As you turn to look around the room, I step in front of you. You can easily continue to glance around the room over my head—you notice the stack of books on the nightstand and another on a tall cabinet and smile at that familiar feature—but your attention falls back to me when I drop to my knees in front of you and, taking care to slide my hand between the fabric and your erection, peel down your open jeans and your underwear all in one motion. You rest one hand on the top of my head for balance as I pull off your shoes and socks and you step out of the rest of your clothes. When I kneel up again, your hand is still in my hair, and I rub my hands up the backs of your taught thighs and over your ass. I press my face in and run my tongue from the very base of your cock to the head, relishing your reaction as it twitches. When I sweep my tongue across the top of your head, I'm rewarded with a few, salty drops of pre-cum, and I lap across your sensitive head again, this time with just a bit more pressure. I look up at you, and you put your other hand on my head, but I remind you, We're just waiting now, staying ready. Right, you sigh, Ready. I give you one more lick, sighing myself because I would love to take you into my throat right then, but I find the will to resist and stand up. He'll be here soon, I say, and I turn to start arranging the bedclothes and pillows. I've told you about this friend of mine, someone I've known for years and trust implicitly. The thought that he's about to arrive makes me nervous, though, because he's certainly never seen me naked, and it suddenly strikes me as strange that I could have just licked the cock of a man I'd met only a few hours earlier, but feel overwhelming modesty at an old friend seeing me naked. I reassure myself that he's only going to be here for you, anyhow. When I step away, you see that I've stacked a pile of pillows at the head of the bed, and placed two more halfway down the edge of the bed. You say, matter-of-factly, You've given this some thought, haven't you? I can't resist the urge to kiss you now. I grab you and pull you in and say, Yes, a lot—a whole lot. Still smiling, I stand on my toes to meet your lips as you tilt your face down to me. I'm on the verge of forgetting myself again; now, with only my skirt on, and your cock pressed against my stomach, the wetness runs out of my pussy and onto my thighs. You slide your hand back up under my skirt, cradle one of my ass cheeks in your hand and then give it a squeeze. I sigh raggedly into your kiss, and then we hear the front door open. I break away from you with regret, invite you to sit down on my bedroom chair for a minute, and grab a t-shirt from the back of the door, holding it over my breasts as I step down the hall to meet my friend. You hear him laughingly say, Oh, my. You hear me hiss, Shut up. He laughs softly at the state I'm in. I know the cost of this favor is that I will be mercilessly mocked in perpetuity. I ask him, Are you ready? Born ready, he replies, patting the front of his jeans, showing me that he's already hard. You hear me say, Ugh, all right, come on, already, and hear us start down the hall. Though there's never been anything between he and I, I've always admired my friend's body, and, even more, his sexual confidence. I'm weirdly proud of having such a sexy man to bring you. I step into the room and immediately cross to you, putting one hand on your shoulder, and holding the t-shirt up with the other. He steps in behind me, looking at you appraisingly, partly out of delight at the sight of an unclothed and handsome man, but also out of curiosity at what creature could have me acting so out of character. I make the most cursory introduction I can think of, trying to watch both of you to read your reactions to one another. Her Gift You move from under my hand and stand up. You're a couple of inches taller than he is, but he is more thickly built; of course, he's still dressed, while you're utterly naked. He stays back by the door and says, Looks like you were busy—don't let me interrupt. I look from him to you, momentarily stunned at the fact of him and then the fact of you here in my bedroom. I wish I knew your expressions better now, because I can't tell what you're thinking, and I very much want to know. I feel self-conscious on your behalf as well as my own, and so I turn to face you, standing in front of you as if to shield you. I don't want you to be the only one naked, so I toss my t-shirt on the chair and say to him over my shoulder, Why don't you go ahead and get undressed? Man of few words that he is, he says nothing, and I keep my back to him. I take down my skirt, step out of it and throw it on the chair, too, and when I straighten up, I see that your eyes are locked on him. He's got his shirt off and is taking down his jeans; he's got nothing on beneath them. He kicks off his sneakers—he hasn't even bothered with socks—and looks up to see the two of us looking at him as he ceremoniously lets his jeans drop to the floor. Standing there, I suddenly regret having told him that I'd provide direction. I want very much to shape this experience to how I understand your fantasy, but I'm afraid to misstep and make the reality of it fall short of your expectation. I reach out for your cock, and slip behind you as I circle my hand loosely around its thickness. I slide my hand up your length and whisper into your back, Let me know when you're ready. I get in a few more strokes before you touch my arm. I look around you to see him standing at the foot of the bed now, casually stroking his own erection, which is standing out away from his body. I kiss your back and then step to your side, my hand at your waist, walking you forward two steps until you are face to face with this man, a stranger to you. He says simply, Okay, and puts his left hand on your shoulder. You shift your weight, and I can see he is pressing downward on your shoulder, encouraging you to kneel. A tremble rises through me as I see you put your hand on the bed to let yourself down. He drops his hand from your shoulder, and I step behind you and put one hand on each, trying to express my support for you and my curiosity at what you'll do now, and what he's going to do. Give me your hand, he says, holding out his own, and you comply without question. He guides your hand to his stiff cock, and, with his hand wrapped over your own, shows you how he wants you to stroke him. He wants you to feel the heft of his erection, for you to think about how he's going to use you to satisfy himself. He is easily more than seven inches, and you thrill a little at how the width of him fills and opens your hand. You feel his cock throb against your hold, and as you slide his skin forward with your hand with just the slightest twist, he makes a small sound, and you see the clear liquid as it beads up on the tip of his dick. I see your cock twitch in response, and grip your shoulders tightly, thinking how just minutes ago I knelt in front of you. Once again, I can barely contain the urge to take you into my mouth, and I wonder if you aren't having a similar urge yourself. That thought has only just formed in my mind, and maybe in yours, when he puts a hand on the back of your head. I see you look up into his face, then reach out and put your hands on his thighs for balance. My heart is pounding now, and I fall to my knees behind you, pressing up behind you. You feel my breasts on your back, my nipples hard, and I slide my hands around you. I put one hand on the center of your chest, feeling the rise and fall of your breaths, and the other I reach down to your shaft, tracing up to the tip, where your own pre-cum has emerged. I rub the flat of my palm across the head and feel you quiver. He guides you forward toward his cock, and you lean in. I'm breathless as you part your lips and lay the tip of your tongue on his head, collecting the taste of his cum. He moans at the sensation, and the twitch of his cock's response drives him to apply more pressure to the back of your head. As his head passes your lips, I feel a twinge of my own and squeeze my thighs together to make the most of it. Just a taste, he says, and pushes in just a couple of inches, enough to make you adjust your jaw and breathe in sharply through your nose. You slide your hands to the backs of his thighs. He pulls back and then leans forward slowly again, pushing just the same amount of his cock into your mouth and over your tongue, which you instinctively arch up to meet him. He does this to you a few more times, hissing his approval at the tight seal your lips have made around him, and then, as you exhale, he lets go of your head and steps back. I can see that you would have taken more if he'd given it to you, that you would have taken his cum in your mouth if he'd let you. I am delighted that by keeping himself at the edge of orgasm, he is doing the same to you, prolonging and building up your excitement. He watches you, but doesn't put out a hand to help you up, so I get my feet back under me and step back so that you can lean on the bed and get to your feet. You turn to me, and I reach out to take your hands and squeeze them. That looked amazing, I tell you, You are too sexy. Will you come lie down for me know? You nod, and I can't tell if you're stunned by what's just happened, or just feeling the strain of your erection. I pull you over to the side of the bed, stopping you in front of the pillows that I positioned halfway down that side. Hold still a second, now, I tell you, and let go of your hands so that I can push myself back until I can lean back on the pillows at the head of the bed. I bend my right knee up, and tell you to lay yourself down on the pillows over the edge of the bed. With your right hand on your cock, you come forward and set yourself down, and even the vague pressure of the soft pillows makes you flex your hips for contact. I guide your left hand under my raised knee and bring your shoulder nearly to my pussy so that you can reach your arm all the way around my hip. Once I have you anchored against me there, I arch my back and tell you, Slide your other arm under me. I am happy to be back in your embrace, and show my appreciation by grinding my slit against your bicep. I am so focused on the pleasure in this friction, I barely notice that he's moved around the bed and is behind you with a perfect view of both of us. With my left hand I caress your long, supple back with firm, sure strokes, each slightly slower, the width of my palm following along your spine first on one side, then the other, and back again. The pressure and warmth of that massage grounds you. I let my fingertips fall and allow them to trail along, and the contrast of their feathery touch confuses the nerves in your skin and adds to your arousal. When I extend my attention down onto the roundness of your ass, I move across it first with the same light brushing of my fingertips, and then, more insistently, with my whole hand. You take a few, heavy breaths, and, as you press your face into my hip, I feel a tremor in your exhalations. I lean forward and speak softly to you. I tell you how sexy you look, how exciting it is to see you stretched out the way you are, to feel your apprehension and excitement. I remind you that he is looking at you, too, and rubbing his cock, and that, very soon now, he's going to lay his hands on you and spread you open. Your breath becomes uneven as you hear me sweetly speaking these words to you, and you tighten your hold on me. As you do, your left arm presses more fully against my pussy, and you feel my wetness escaping again; you know that it's the idea of what will happen to you next, and the anticipation of watching you live out your fantasy, that has me so hot. As if to confirm your thought, I promise you, my voice steady, but just above a whisper, that he's going to fill you up with his cock, that he is going to fuck you, that you are going to beg him not to stop, and that you are going to make him cum. As I say these words your mouth opens and you let out a sigh. You move your lips against my hip in something very like a kiss, and I feel your fingers bite into my skin. I stroke the side of your face affectionately and ask you to look at me. You open your eyes and move your gaze up first to my breasts, noticing how erect and flushed my nipples are against my pale skin, and how my own, deep breaths of arousal are lifting my chest and shoulders, and then you lift your eyes to my face. You register my look of reassurance and desire, and you close your eyes to cement this small moment of comfort, but, right away, I ask you gently to open your eyes again. When you do, I'm no longer looking at you, but am reaching toward my nightstand. You try to follow my gaze, but what I'm doing is just out of your peripheral vision. You hear a little snap and a liquid sound, and you know that I've just put some lubricant on my hand. When I look back to you, my expression is the same, but your anticipation has overtaken that passing sense of comfort. I bend my head down toward yours, and, so quietly that only you can hear me, whisper: Thank you for letting me be with you now. Without waiting for a response, with my left hand, I give one more, long stroke down your back and directly to your ass. I squeeze your right cheek and expose your asshole; from the way you grind your hips into the bed in response, I can tell that your cock is completely stiff. You feel my pussy twitch and clench under your arm, and you know that exposing you in this way is bringing me that much closer to my own orgasm. I sigh deeply and lean forward to bring my right hand down to your ass. You feel the cool slickness of the lube as I lay the side of my hand along the length of your crack, and you let out a hiss as I slowly twist my palm down and spread the lube in your opened ass. You think of him watching as I prepare you for him. You think of the thickness of his cock, and how hard it had become against your tongue and lips, and of the taste of the beads of his cum that you had licked away. As those sensations flash through your mind, I reach down and, with the lightest touch, stroke your balls. The signal travels right to the tip of your cock, which twitches again, and you groan. You press your face into my hip, your mouth slightly open, and I can feel your teeth on my skin. I let my fingers trail up, grazing your perineum and setting off another charge of sensation to add to the rest. Finally, my hand returns to your ass. I gather a puddle of lube on the tip of my middle finger and run it firmly around the rim of your opening. You moan now, and as you grind your cock between your stomach and the pillows once again, I slip my finger into your warm hole, taking the lube just inside. You feel the cold gel, and my finger exploring inside of you, setting off ripples of excitement. He's ready now, I say, and you're not sure if I'm talking to you or to him, and you realize it doesn't really matter. You hear him step forward, and your heart pounds in expectation. I place my left hand between your shoulder blades, pressing down lightly as if to hold you in place, and my right hand rests on the back of your head, my fingers in your hair, cradling you against my hip. You tuck in your chin, turning your head just enough to plant a few gentle kisses on the soft hair on my mound. As you press in for one more, the forceful grip of his hands on your ass, so unlike my touch, makes you arch your back, and a small sound of surprise escapes your lips. I stroke your head and tell you, Baby, try to relax. He steps in closer, pushing your legs apart and out of his way, opening you up further. You feel the coolness of the air, and the lube already drying on the rim of your hole. He's handling your ass, kneading it hard, hard enough to make you take in a sharp suck of air between your teeth. When he releases you, you hear that liquid sound again, and you know that he's got the lube. One of his hands returns suddenly to your ass and harshly draws it open, and then his other slaps across your hole, covering it with lube. Your erection is throbbing. I watch as he gives himself a few harder strokes, just to make sure that he is as big as possible when he enters you, then lines up the tip of his rod with your waiting ass. In that first second of contact, it seems like none of us is breathing. You open your eyes and glance up to see me looking down at your face, my eyes half closed in pleasure at the sight of you, and then he leans into you. I see your eyes open wide and lose their focus on me, then see you squeeze them closed, and you push your face into my hip, letting out a guttural moan. My heart turns over in my chest at the intensity of your expression, and I remind myself to try to take in every aspect of what's beginning to happen. I can see that he's only let the head of his cock into you. Your reaction isn't to any pain—not yet—or even to the fear of pain, but, rather, to something I imagine as your recognition that the wish you'd expressed to me so privately is about to take you over. I lean forward and, in a barely audible whisper that, with your eyes closed, you think you might have imagined, I remind you, This is what you want, this is what you need. As soon as the words escape me, he throws his weight into you, driving his cock in—not quite all the way—and this time your moan carries a note of pain from the shock of sensation when your hole is stretched wider than you could have imagined by the girth of his erection; then there is the heavy fullness beyond that from the depth of his first thrust. Your breathing is fast and shallow, and you experience a confusion of feeling radiating out from your ass. He's holding still for the moment; he knows that you are processing this new combination of sensations and he wants you to have time to feel every change and shift as he puts you through the paces. I can see on his face the intense pleasure he's taking not only from the friction of your tight hole on his hardness, but from his power over both your body and your fantasy. At the same time, you have your own power over him; your need and desire has charged the whole room with excitement. You are exquisite in this moment, your body flushed and taut, offered up for his use; this hiatus as he holds still, stretching you out around his cock, lets him keep his orgasm from coming too soon. You rub your face back and forth against me, and I can tell that you are parsing out the sensations and the lust and memories. He must recognize this, too, because he moves his large, strong hands to your hips, wrapping his fingers over your hipbones and digging his thumbs into the small of your back, and he pulls you down onto him as he thrusts powerfully forward, hilting his cock in you, and you feel his balls slap against you. This time your grunting vocalization is strong enough that I feel its vibration on my skin, and a little thrill travels down to my clit. He's through hesitating, though; your mouth stays open as you breathe in heavily at the motion of his cock pulling back, the flare of its head marking his movement. The ridges of his skin and yours pull and twist against one another, and your own hardness feels explosive. As he leans into you again, you feel the weight of his entire body against the backs of your thighs, equally unfamiliar and thrilling as the weight inside you, pressing you open, and more open still. I see him shift his stance and settle into a rhythm, a steady thrusting forward and pulling back again, his hands moving you onto him and away again, and with every stroke, each of you is making sounds of effort and pleasure. His head falls forward and I can read the concentration on his face, knowing that he wants to fuck you for as long as possible, to make you cum before he does. You are carried into the timing of his movements, and you begin to lift yourself up, leaning into your elbows, one still under my waist and the other behind my ass. I offer you soft-spoken encouragements, Yes, that's right, let him in, ask him for more, ask him for more. As he pushes into you, your body transfers the motion through to me, and the arm you have between my thighs rubs urgently against my pussy, which responds by flooding. That wetness and the scent of my arousal are two more elements of your pleasure. The combination of all of this has you reeling, and, in time with his incursions, you murmur an echo of my words, speaking perhaps to me, or to him, or yourself: More, more. I run my hands over your back, relishing the sheen of sweat that's covering your skin, and look down the length of you to see that he's taking you at your word. He's pulled all the way out, and you open your eyes at this break in the pattern of motion and the sudden, curious feeling of emptiness. You feel his left hand leave your hip, and then his broad forearm is under your thigh, lifting you, pushing you forward and turning you slightly toward your right side. Your cock is no longer bound between your body and the mattress, and you feel the tightness in your balls and the weight of your hard shaft. You know that both he and I can see how hard it is as it bobs away from your stomach. He lifts your left knee up onto the bed, forcing your right shoulder down, and I twist and lean back to give you room. As he rolls you toward your right side, you have to pull your right arm from under me to support yourself, and your left arm is drawn forward from between my legs. Your hand and your eyes come to rest on my pussy, and when you curl your long fingers to give me a squeeze, two of them slip easily into my wet slit. My heart skips a beat as an orgasmic shudder radiates through my body, then you plant your hand on the bed, to hold yourself up. This is our last breath, and we all sense it. I can't see your face now, but I can see his, and I know he's straining to keep himself from cumming. He has you at a new angle now, and when he is satisfied that he's got the right leverage on you, he pushes forward and down with his full force to fuck you as hard as he can before he finishes. The change in position means a new set of sensations, and with the increased speed and aggression in his strokes, you feel your orgasm rising past the point of control, your balls tightening and rising, and your cock throbbing with pressure. You are groaning from the stiffness, and from the pounding fullness in your ass, and your sounds are louder with each thrust. He can't wait another second. The tight grip of your ass, the look of your face down on the mattress, the sight of your hardness, ready to cum—all of this is too much, and he lets go, cumming inside you with a long groan. He tightens his grip on you, and you feel his load shoot deep inside, the first surge, fluid and warm, and then a tremor. You know you will follow suit in a moment, and you reach down to hold your cock. I wish I could feel your orgasm, but settle for grasping your forearm as you add the pressure of your hand to the sensations that are gathering in you. He spasms and lets go another, smaller surge, and this time the shudder that follows his ejaculation is the last stimulation you can take, and you let yourself go with a long moan. The force of your orgasm is tremendous. Your whole body seems to be pumping the cum out of you, and you shudder continuously as your load shoots in waves. Some of it lands on my thighs, and I reach down to touch it as it lands. He pulls out of you, lets your leg down onto the bed, and steps back, breathless, to lean against the wall. I put my arms around you and hold you tight, amazed at how the feeling seems to be moving through your entire body. You empty the last of your cum, but the trembling aftershocks continue as your skin starts to cool and your breathing and heartbeat start to slow. Her Gift I lean back, pulling you with me. You pivot so that you're lying face to face with me, and I hold you loosely, feeling the shudders that continue to pass through you, until you fall quiet. You keep your eyes closed as I wipe your brow with the backs of my fingers and run my hand down your side. I lean in and deposit a series of gentle kisses on your shoulder, tasting salt on your skin. You hear him rustling behind you, putting on his clothes. He points to the door to tell me he's going to go, and you hear me quietly say, Okay, thanks. You realize that I must have asked him in advance to leave quickly. We both remain still, listening to him pad barefoot down the hall, and to the door opening and latching again behind him. We hear his car start and pull away. You could pass for sleeping now, your eyes closed, muscles relaxed, and deep breaths making your chest steadily rise and fall. I know you're awake, but assume that you want a little time alone with your thoughts. There's a little space between us now, and we stay lying like this for quite a while. I study your face for any evidence that you might be upset, but find nothing, and have to bite my tongue to keep from asking you what you are feeling. I imagine you are replaying this encounter and measuring it against the fantasy that you'd first shared with me so many weeks ago. I turn over the details of all you'd told me, and consider the differences between the circumstances of your fantasy and those of this evening. When I entertain the possibility that you might be disappointed, a tightness seizes my chest, and I breathe in sharply and squeeze my eyes closed to try to put that idea away. When I exhale and open my eyes again, I find you looking intently at my face. The sides of your mouth start to turn up in a sheepish smile, and, with relief, I smile back at you. You reach over and tuck my hair behind my ear, then, sliding your hand between my pillow and my neck, pull me in for a kiss. I close the distance between the lengths of our bodies, and you roll toward me, pressing tightly down on me, and slip your other arm around my waist. Your lips are firm on mine, and you lean into me. I part my lips and feel your tongue run across them, just inside my mouth. You press your tongue in to meet mine, and, as you take it away, you gently bite my lower lip. At that same moment, I feel your cock stir. Because you are so tall, the length of your erection is pressing along where my thighs meet, and the head is just at the lips of my cunt. A little flood of my juices escape, and you move your hips back and forth to show me that you felt it. Between heavy breaths, we keep kissing, in turns deeply and playfully. I slide my hands down to your ass and squeeze, grinding my hips toward you, feeling the slippery wetness between my legs. You break our kiss and let out a soft laugh at my lack of subtlety. I have no choice but to laugh, too. You lean back a little, and I look down between us to see the lovely sight of your erect cock pressing into me. Just as I start to weigh my options, I feel your hand close over my right breast, and I let out a startled gasp of pleasure. You meet my eyes for just a second with another little smile, and then look back to my chest. You lean up on your right elbow and, still grasping my breast, push into me so that I lie flat on my back. I'm dismayed that I've lost contact with you below the waist, so I move to tilt my hips back toward you, but you pull on my tit and then take your hand away and use it to push my hip back down flat before returning it to my stiff, pink nipple, which you pinch, making me hiss with pleasure. When I look back to your face, I see that my reaction has made you smile archly. Before I can make a response, you slide your hand over to my left breast and take hold, rolling over the nipple with your thumb. Now my only possible response is to arch my back and press my legs together as a surge of energy moves between my breast and my clit. Your long fingers cup and squeeze my flesh, and I run my hand up your arm to your tricep and pull you toward me to show you how much I appreciate your strong hand. You slide down and bow your head to my chest, guiding my right breast to your mouth. The cool wetness and the softness of your tongue is an electrifying contrast to your hands, and when you lick around my nipple then rake across it with your teeth, I arch up again to meet you with a sigh of arousal. As you set to work on my other breast, you see that I am pressing my hips down into the mattress, moving back and forth to create the friction that will satisfy—at least in part— the hollow, aching desire that I feel in my pussy. I am so focused on the sensation of you licking and nibbling on my breasts and on the anticipation of your cock inside me that I am taken aback by the sound of your voice, when you ask me, Does that feel good? You know that my answer has to be yes, and just when I confirm, Yes, yes, you close your teeth on my nipple, making me moan loudly through the last word of my agreement. Hearing my own voice sounding so out of control only makes me feel more desperate to have your touch everywhere on me. As if you've read my mind, you give my breast one more rough pass with your tongue, then tell me, Sit up. I do so automatically, and you slide me forward, getting behind me so that I am sitting between your legs with my back to you. Lean back, you say, and I do. I am exhilarated at the feeling of your chest and stomach pressed into my back, supporting me, and at the feeling of your hard cock pressing into the top of my ass and my lower back. You put your arms under mine and run your hands from my breasts down my stomach and onto my thighs. The backs of your hands together, you slide them between my legs, feeling how wet I am, and spread them apart. I lift my arms up over my head, reaching behind me to lay my hands on your hair, and you bow your head forward to kiss my neck. You feel the heat from my pussy as you hold my thighs open, and when your kisses make me sigh, you tighten your grip on my legs, unleashing another gush of my juices. I look down and watch as you slowly slide both of your thumbs over and slip them just inside my lips. The look and the feeling of this is overwhelming, and as I expel a trembling breath, I feel your hot breath in my ear and your cock throb against my back; I know that the sight is working on you, too. You use your thumbs to pull my lips apart, spreading them wide, and I feel a rush as my clit is exposed to the comparatively cool air of the room. I can't sit still with your hands on me this way, and as I begin to squirm, you feel the silky skin of my cunt rub across your thumbs, and my ass and back pressing against your hard dick. The friction makes your balls tighten and rise, and you remove your right hand from my thigh and run your fingers up the length of my slit. We both watch as your fingertips disappear inside my pussy, and when you run them up over my clit and then lift them up before us, they are covered in clear, slippery wetness. You bring your fingers to my face, and when you touch them to my lips, I open my mouth. My tongue feels warm on your fingertips when you press down on it, and I curl it around your fingers as I suck them clean. I drop my right arm down and close my hand over your wrist, holding your fingers in my mouth as I continue to run my tongue over them, tasting myself on you. Your cock responds, and when I feel you rock your hips forward, I do the same. Your breaths are heavy on my neck now, and each sends a shiver down my back. I keep my hand on your wrist when you take it from my mouth and reach across me, forearm between my breasts, to rest it on my left shoulder. You move your left hand over and begin to rub my clit, your right arm holding me tight to you as my climax approaches and my hips start to buck. Just as my cunt begins to flow again, you pull my left shoulder away from you and roll us both over so that I am on my stomach and you are behind me, astride me on your knees. You grab my hips with both hands and haul me up onto my knees in front of you, my face pressed into the bed. Your right hand is gone, and in the next instant I feel the head of your cock, finally, wonderfully, entering me. I let out a long, low moan and push back at you, the soft vacuum of my pussy resisting the width of you and squeezing your shaft as you slide into me, prying my tight hole open and filling me up. It is a long, slow pleasure as you move further and further inside of me, rolling your hips to complete your penetration, your balls touching my mound as I arch my back. Your cock completely wrapped in my warm pussy, you lean forward and run your hands down the length of my back, kneading my flesh and savoring the completeness of our connection, then bring them back to my hips again to hold me steady as you pull yourself out of me. Jarring me forward, your next thrust is fast and sure, and I cry out. You pull all the way back until just your head is in me, and you feel my cunt contract, trying to hold you there. Another full thrust with your weight behind it makes me cry out again, my neck straining as you drive into me. The friction makes the muscles of your back tighten, and you are aware of the tenderness in your ass as it clenches, your balls lifting, your cock swelling and throbbing inside me. You know your own climax is not far off, and you establish a steady rhythm with your thrusts. I respond by pushing myself up onto my hands so that I can rock back to meet you. I hang my head between my arms, and it sways on my neck as you increase the speed of your assault, fucking me hard and fully, digging your hands into my hips and using all your strength to drag me back as you surge forward, again and again, the cum rising from your balls, the pressure setting off a tremble within your shaft, my groans becoming louder, all of these sensations synchronized in a frission that expands to encompass us both, all of our motion and sound and heat, until you can no longer hold back, and the cum explodes from your cock. I feel the first, long burst empty into me, and I let out a growl of excitement. You hold me firmly against you and lean forward, sliding one arm around my waist as your orgasm rolls forward, shivering through you, and in my climax, my pussy clenches and pulls on your shaft, drawing the cum out of you in a series of smaller shudders that leave you gasping, your face pressed into my back, your lips held tight against my skin. When you have emptied yourself into me, and the tremors in your cock subside, and our breathing slows, you loosen your grasp on me, and kiss my back. I ease forward, feeling a pang inside my chest as we separate. I let myself down onto my stomach and roll partway onto my side, my pussy relaxing and releasing a trickle of your cum, which runs between my legs. You collapse down beside me and rest your hand on my ass, stroking my skin softly. We lie there silently, our sweat drying, as our skin cools and tingles. When I feel goosebumps start to rise, I angle myself over the edge of the mattress and find a blanket that had fallen to the floor, then roll back toward you, pulling it over us both. We stretch and shift and come to rest nestled together, you behind me with one arm around me. As the warmth of the blanket and your embrace starts to make my eyelids drop, a series of images pass before my eyes: you at the station, the raw emotion I'd witnessed on your face, you spread out on my bed, your orgasm, your hand covered in my wetness. I hear you breathing evenly at my back, and think you might be asleep, but I whisper to you, though you know it already, I'm so glad you came. As I fall asleep, my last thoughts are about tomorrow morning. I'll make us breakfast, then drive you back to your hotel. I am already imagining the moment when I pull away from you as you stand on the curb. I wonder if I will ever see you, or even talk to you, again. I let my mind circle on that melancholy thought as I drift off, for now, at least, in your arms. Her Gift Of Love Note: This tale was written on the request of a couple that liked my stories for Literotica. I enjoyed writing it and if you also enjoyed reading it, please give it a good vote and let me know. I would very much like to correspond with my readers. She had always loved being his little fucktoy. Ever since they met. And she had been acting like it for quite a while now. And Michael, always enjoying how she spread her legs for him, fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her... He was a real man. She loved it. But lately she had begun to feel it was not enough. Deep inside her a terrible longing had woken to be more to him, much more, to please him no end. She wanted to do anything for him. Anything he might possibly want from her. The problem was he did not seem to want that much. Sure, he had quite an inexhaustible stamina. But apart from piercing her cunt again and again with his enormous rod, and filling her up as if wanting to plant scores of babies into her, he did not much more than make her sore between her legs. So, one night, while Michael was again spurting his seed into his wife's lovely body, Valerie had suddenly begun to cry. And when he, concerned and taken aback, had wiped away her tears, she had finally dared to confess that what she needed was more than just playing fuck-puppy. "But what more do you want, my love?" he had asked rather perplexed, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. She had not known what to answer. "Just something..." she had whispered, "I don't know...." He had begun kissing her again "My lovely Valerie, I am so mightily pleased with you," he had said, "I am so happy with you. What is it you are missing?" And she had suddenly whispered: "Mike... I need more... more serious things, something... I don't know... can't you think of something else to do with me? I mean... something bad..." He had frowned and looked at her with uneasy questioning eyes, urging her to explain. "Something bad...? What do you mean?" She had looked back at him for a long time before she spoke. And when she did, she seemed to take great care in choosing her words. "I love you so much," she whispered. "It's not enough to just spread my legs and give you my slit to fuck into..." And then looking at him with a strange gleam in her eyes she had softly confessed: "I need you to be sadistic... I know you are cruel somewhere deep in your heart. I've always known it... I've always felt it. I want you to live it out, to enjoy it... to torment me. I want you to hurt me, not because I like pain, but because I know it would liberate you and fire your pleasures to infinite heights. That would be the ultimate token of my love, the most precious present I could give you." It had both startled Michael and made him uncertain. That sweet wife of his, that lovely companion of so many years, was she right? Could he possibly want to hurt her for his own pleasure? In a strange reaction he was swamped first by guilt and then by an outpour of rage. But to his own surprise, within seconds that rage transformed itself into furious lust. Without even warning himself, he slapped her in the face. His mind had taken its own course. He had let the beast out. Never had he felt such unrestrained sexual thirst. That violent slap yielded a huge sense of arousal. His prick was hard as a rock again. Could his dear Valerie be right? Was he a sadist in the darkest caverns of his soul? And again his mind took over. "Yes!" his brain shouted from the inside, and in a hoarse voice he heard that word literally escape from his mouth. In a sudden motion he grabbed his wife's body, clutched her violently by her hair, and before he knew what overcame him, he had pushed his newly hardened member into her mouth. Never had he dared to ask her for such a sickening thing. She struggled violently to dislodge him. But admittingly, her fighting gave him such an overwhelming pleasure that he came almost immediately, emptying himself in rapid pulsing gushes inside her mouth. A sudden heavenly happiness descended on him. Not ever before had he experienced such liberation, such an elation of pleasure. Completely satisfied he withdrew from her sticky seed foaming mouth as she tried to spew out his cum, coughing wildly and almost crying. Watching her anguished face he asked: "Well, is that what you like?" She looked at him with horror and managed to gasp out: "No! You're sickening. I think I must throw up! You're filthy, you're an animal!" He watched her abused face, still pressed back into the pillows of their martial bed, and was surprised that he didn't feel even a trace of guilt. "I liked it," he said with a smile. Still in agony from her ordeal, she watched his face from below and, trying to regulate her breathing, she spoke, half stammering and barely understandable: "No Mike. It was disgusting. How can you think I might like it? I must wash my mouth. I don't want you to do that ever again. Promise me." "No," he said with a surprising sense of daring, "I won't promise you that." Valerie's eyes grew large and suddenly sparked with fear. But Michael, watching her in her sorry state, repeated again that he was serious. He would not make that promise. His newly won confidence even made him get up on his knees and wipe his glistening flaccid dick off her maltreated face. "And I like this too," he said as he grabbed her hand, with which she tried to prevent his prick from further smearing her. Smiling maliciously he slowly added: "I'll fuck your mouth again... and again and again. It should teach you to be a real submissive girl." "No Mike, Michael, please!" "Yes Valerie!" "I won't have it! I won't do it! You'll have to force me." "Right, I will!" She was quiet for a long moment. Tears began welling up in her eyes as she realized he was serious. A line had been crossed. She closed her eyes, then opened them again and finally tried to say something. But Michael couldn't make much of her broken words. He bent over and asked what she was saying. And with tears now running silently down her cheeks, she tried again. "Oh Mike..." she whispered, "My Mike..., I love you..." ***** "Get up," he said. "What?" "You heard me, didn't you?" "Why? What do you want?" "As I said, get out of that chair." It took a few seconds but then, with sudden anticipation in her eyes, Valerie put her book on the table and got up. "Get out of your clothes." Her face flushed "What... here in the living room?" Yes here," he said, "in the living room. Get naked." "No Mike, please, not here, let's go upstairs..." He watched her intensely and slowly shook his head. "Who's playing the boss here? It's your task to pleasure me, remember, not the other way round." She looked back at him, her mouth suddenly trembling. "Well?" he asked. Valerie glanced at the windows, they had no curtains. It was dark outside. "You want me to undress here?" "Didn't I say so...?" "But Mike, people can see us." "So?" Valerie tried to smile. This was a bit too much. "You're not serious!" "You bet I am. You're afraid people can see you?" "Of course I am!" Michael smiled. "I like that," he said., "that's why I want you to do it," and he knew she was probably already becoming moist between her legs. Valerie, blushing deeply, looked anxiously in the direction of the black night outside. From here within the room you couldn't see a thing. Maybe she should take the risk. If she were quick.... So, with her heart beating in overdrive she moved a hand to her side, felt for the zipper of her skirt and started to obey that weird wish of her husband. Her thinking stopped and, without daring to look towards the window, she bravely shed her coverings. All of them. When she was completely nude, she took another anxious peep at the window. Nothing. With a sigh of relief she got herself to stand erect before Michael, her back to the window, her splendid body shining in sexual appeal. Eagerly Michael took in the beautiful landscape of his wife's body. This was a great turn on. He hoped someone would be watching them. The idea that, at this very moment, this naked wife of his might be glared at by someone outside that window, added to the humiliation he wanted to force on her. His lusting for her grew by the minute. So he took his time and slowly let his eyes caress Valerie's juicy hips, her proud breasts with their big suckable nipple-crowned areola's, her perfect round belly flowing softly away from that delicious little belly button, and her tempting thighs that closed together at the very focus of her body: the thin line of her folded womanhood, her secret entrance, painted beautifully, as with a Chinese single hair paintbrush, on her protruding love mound which she'd always kept soft and smoothly shaven for him, bald as a baby's buttock. Knowing that she could be seen from outside, Valerie felt more naked than ever and tried to keep her back towards the window. But she kept throwing fearful glances at the blackness behind her. Michael smiled cruelly. He was enjoying himself tremendously. "Come over here." She made a hesitating step toward him, again quickly checking the window over her shoulder. "Open up my fly." Panic grabbed Valerie's mind. "No....! Not here! We can be seen! It makes me sick. I can't." Michael grabbed her by her hair, forced her on her knees, and pulled her head backwards. He looked sternly down upon her: "Open my pants!" She did not give in. "No... not here!" "Why not? You're a whore. That's what whores do. Everybody knows that. Anyone seeing you will think you are a whore." But she did not obey. Instead she just kept facing up to him, her eyes flaring with fear. "Well...?" But the only thing that happened was that his wife tried to shuffle around on her knees, trembling and hoping that only her back would remain visible from outside. He hit her straight across her face. Valerie gave a surprised cry. Apart from that one incident in bed he had never beaten her like that before. It hurt. But it was too late now to make amends. She realized she had no choice. So finally she gave in and began to fumble at his belt, feeling like a whore indeed. As his trousers fell to the floor, his briefs showed a promising bulge. "My underpants!" he commanded. Nobody rattled the window, so it too went down. And thus Michael's huge rigid member sprang to life. "You don't like to be fucked in your mouth, eh..?" he asked, smiling cruelly. "...no... no... please..." she whispered in a small voice, "not again..." "Don't worry," he said, "we'll try something else." And without any warning he fell upon her like a beast of prey. She gave a bewildered cry as he put all his mighty weight upon her, turned her around on all fours and grabbed both her breasts from behind. A sudden heat wave of arousal coursed through her imprisoned body. This was great. She loved being mauled by his powerful body. She became wax in his hand and began to moan. But then the lower half of her lover's body retreated. Momentarily she felt frustrated at becoming separated from him. But suddenly she realized and she screamed. With brutal force his haunches came back and his rod mercilessly attacked her, bayoneting her into her arse hole. Valerie produced an ear shattering shriek. They had never done a thing like this. The pain was atrocious. Like a knife, like a hot burning iron. She was much too small there and she tried fiercely to fight him off. But Michael greatly enjoyed her impaled struggling body, squirming so delicately below him. Completely at his mercy she began to scream and scream and cry hot tears, thus whipping up Michael's lust to even greater heights. But whatever Valerie did, she could in no way dislodge his torturing member. Cruelly he mauled her breasts while ploughing deep inside her, now enormously enjoying her raw cries and the wild movements of her body. 'So this it, this is how it feels to drill into a woman,' he thought, and with even more pleasure he forced himself in deeper. And then out again. And in again. And again... and again! Valerie screamed like a pig being slaughtered, as each thrust caused her the most unimaginable pain. Tears streamed down her face. He was tearing her up, tearing her to threads. Michael, continued to ride in heavenly pleasure inside the narrow grip of her twisting ass, until finally he came with huge spurts, filling his wife's warm bowels with his own warm seed. It was too much for Valerie. The painful hell became red before her eyes. She lost all strength and fell flat on the floor, squashed and impaled by her lover. But then, as she was completely given to her pain, her crushed body suddenly exploded. In a huge convulsive spasm she was overtaken by the most fearful orgasm she had ever experienced. It coursed through her body like a hot blowing storm. Fully satisfied Michael remained lying upon his wriggling victim until she did not anymore react. She was almost out, although her banged-up body still quivered slightly. She still felt nice and warm under him. So when finally Michael liberated his prick, it was with a sense of loss. When it came out it made a plopping sound. Amused he watched some of his seed leak out and form small foamy bubbles between his wife's little round buttocks. Slowly he got up and helped her, half stumbling, to the bathroom. There he opened the taps and ran a steaming bath. Splashing in the warm water Valerie came back to her senses, but then immediately panicked. Only when she realized where she was, safe from further torture, she relaxed a little and let herself be soaped. After a while she looked her husband hesitatingly in the eyes and asked: "Was I good enough? " He smiled and nodded, helping her up with a big towel in his hand. "Careful," he said, when she tried to stand up in the slippery tub. "Don't fall, I don't want you to hurt yourself." She looked at him a little embarrassed and said, "I thought you liked to hurt me." "I do," he answered, "but it should be my doing, not yours. "Right... you just proved that" she agreed. "I feel terrible... it still hurts..." and with one hand she tried to massage her small pink anus to ease its rawness. "Did I bleed?" "No, you didn't love. You're made beautifully elastic." Valerie smiled at the remark. But suddenly her mind somersaulted and she exclaimed, "Oh my God! We could have been seen from the street!." She began to tremble and once more seemed to come close to tears. But Michael enveloped her shivering body with his big warm towel, pressed her close to himself, and asked: "Didn't it please you to be so humiliated in public?" She looked up at him with those moist and beautiful earnest eyes of hers. "It's not that Mike, it doesn't please me," she said, "it doesn't. Not at all. I want you to know that, to understand that I honestly hate such pain and humiliation, it makes me horribly afraid of you. But you know Mike, that is precisely the point." She was silent for a moment, looked up at him and then said: "I love you, you see... what pleases me is to know that you use me for your kicks...." **** "Michael, who is speaking?" "Me." A woman's voice. He raised an eyebrow, keeping the phone close to his ear. "Who is me?" "Want to know?" "I don't know. What makes you think I would?" "Well.... maybe yesterday?" "Yesterday?" Silence on the other end. Then suddenly her voice again. "You know what I mean." "No I don't." "I just happened to pass by." Silence. Blood rose to his head. Finally there was her voice again, almost whispering: "I saw your whore." He didn't answer. Apprehension constricted his throat. "It was quite a treat to watch the two of you. You like to hurt a girl, don't you?" He could barely speak. "You saw us?" he asked, not recognizing his own raspy voice. The woman did not answer. But he could make out her breathing. For minutes he just listened to it. Suddenly her voice came back and what it said made his head swim. "Want to meet?" ***** When he entered the little café he did not see her. No single woman was waiting. Only a couple who, interrupted by his entrance, had stopped talking. He looked at his watch. He was only a few minutes late. Apparently she was too. So he sat down to wait and ordered a glass of wine. After his first sip the woman from the couple stood up and approached him. "Michael?" "Yes?" "We are expecting you. I'm Aliza... you know... from the phone. That over there is Alex, my husband and partner in crime. Why don't you come and sit with us." Puzzled about the fact that she was not alone, he stood up and, bringing his glass with him, sat down at their table. They too were having drinks. "Nice to meet you," Alex said in a low pleasant voice, and he extended his arm. They shook hands and Michael appreciated the strength of his grip. The man seemed nice enough. Older by a few years than he was, and with a bit of a belly showing his age. He was also bigger and heavier than Michael but he looked quite vital, even strong, although both the wisps of chest hair as seen from his wide collared shirt and the curly hair on his head, began to show gray. But he had an open good-natured face and a kind smile. Michael smiled back and turned his attention to the woman. She was a sight. Thick dark brown hair flowed down in wide waves to her slim shoulders. And the face it framed was very pretty. Eyes, as open as those of her husband, over a straight intelligent nose, and lips that seemed to be made for kissing. He could not help thinking what people always said: that such lips betray the way she's shaped between her legs. But he smiled politely and she smiled back, briefly shaking her head to liberate her view from a lock of her hair. She too was a bit older than he himself, but her figure seemed perfect. Beautifully breasted, but modestly dressed in a blue blouse with a cut out that remained decent. She was bigger than Valerie, about Michael's own size. "So you're Michael." she said. "Right, and it's you who wanted to meet me." "Yes," she nodded, "I just had to, after I saw through that window of yours." She smiled again and Michael looked embarrassed. "Alex said I should call you," she continued. "I mean after I had told him what I'd seen. He wanted to meet you too." Michael felt doubly embarrassed now. "What actually did you see?" he asked. "You arse-fucking that whore." It was a blunt but honest answer. He blushed at the remark, and remained silent. Noticing his wedding band, she apologized: "Your wife?" "Yes my wife." "You do this often before a window without drawing the curtains?" Aliza looked at Michael, the question shining in her eyes. He smiled hesitatingly. "We have no curtains," he said, but he knew it was a lame answer. "Is this a game you play?" It was Alex who asked, taking a sip from his glass. "You could call it that, Michael said, "but a very private game." Aliza laughed. "Not very private, if you ask me." "Well, to be honest..." Michael began... Thus began a tripartite conversation, soft spoken and soon rather intimate as well. Much later, after two bottles of wine and lots of olives and nuts, the three of them had become the best of friends. When they parted, they shook hands and Aliza and Michael kissed. "It's agreed, then," Aliza said. "You two will come and have dinner with us the day after tomorrow. Try to be a bit early so we can have lots of time." "OK," Michael said as he slipped into his coat. "I'll be there straight after work and I'll ask Valerie to come with me. Around five, OK?" "That's fine," Aliza said. "I'm looking forward to it. You'll be surprised to see how we live. Who knows, you two might learn something from us. And I'm certainly looking forward to meet your wife...." Winking him an eye she added, "even clothed." Her Gift Of Love And Michael, a little light headed, agreed he'd like to know them better too. **** But he was dismayed to hear Valerie had other plans. Just before he came home she had received a call and had been invited to attend a meeting. They had heard how much she did for charities, and would she like to be on the board of a new to be created organization? Valerie had been flattered that her activities were so well known, and had gladly agreed to attend a first meeting of the planned board members. All happy and excited about it she danced around Michael and could not stop talking. That is, until she saw his face fall. He told her he had just arranged to visit some other people on that day, folks he had recently met, and to whom he had wanted to introduce her. "I'm sorry Mike," Valerie said, "but I'm not going to miss this opportunity. Anyway I don't even know those people of yours. Why don't you go alone and we'll visit them together another time?" Thus is was to be. Michael called his new friends to tell Valerie would be busy. "Then maybe you should come alone," Aliza said, "it's actually not such a bad idea. We are already preparing a surprise for you. You can tell Valerie later. I'm sure that when she hears about it she'll be happy to meet us next time." So when he drove through the warm summer afternoon to the address they had given him, Michael wondered what the surprise would be. Given that talk they had the other day, he hoped for something exciting. It turned out they lived at the outskirts of town in quite a lonely house, surrounded by thick large trees. It looked fit for an adventure. The door was opened by a girl. She looked like a healthy farmers daughter wearing a long black skirt. Her white blouse was half open and barely covered two big breasts. A ridiculously small lace apron adorned her waist. She did not speak, but Aliza welcomed him from behind her. "Hello Michael, happy you are here." Seeing him eye the young woman's boobs, she added: "This is Isabelle." The girl, who had humbly lowered her head and cast down her eyes respectfully, made a small curtsy bow. "Sir," she said. Aliza smiled. "Nice tits, eh?" she winked, as if Isabelle was not standing next to her. "Sure," Michael said, a little embarrassed. To his surprise the girl did not move. And Aliza continued to talk as if she wasn't there at all. "Isabelle's been with us for quite some time. Used to have an abusive husband. One day she came here all crying and depressed. We kind of rescued her by taking her in, didn't we Isabelle?" "Yes madam," she answered without elevating her downcast gaze. Aliza just went on. "She serves us now, is really an excellent maid. Cooks good too. And as you can see, she also has an excellent body. She fucks very well." She smacked Isabelle's behind. "Back to the kitchen, girl." She ordered, and with a gracious nod of her head the maid left. Michael was shocked by the humiliating scene he had just witnessed. Was this a prelude to the surprise he had been promised? His heart beat faster as Aliza took his hand and led him through a large hallway to a big dark wooden door. She opened it and let Michael in. It turned out to be a spacious living room and Alex was waiting there. The place was impressive. The walls were lined with books, big wooden beams carried a high ceiling, and large windows looked out over a well tended lawn. A grand piano stood in a corner and... "Jesus Christ!" Michael exclaimed. At the opposite end of the room, next to a smoldering fire place, stood a gleaming metal wire animal cage. And inside it was a young woman on her knees. She was naked, her breasts voluptuously hanging forward, her hands locked in handcuffs, her head slightly bent against the metal rods overhead, and her collared neck leashed with a chain to one of the cages' more sturdy bars. She stared at Michael with alarmed eyes. "Jesus Christ." Michael slowly said again. Then, startled, he suddenly recognized! And she cried out: "Mike!! God, you're here!! Help me Mike!! Get me out of here!" It was Valerie.... *** Shocked and like frozen Michael looked at his wife. "Well, how do you like our little surprise?" Aliza asked, smiling brightly at her guest. But Michael dashed towards the cage with his imprisoned wife. "Mike... I'm so glad you're here!" she cried, "Help me... please help me... Mike! That woman, she's said she saw us through the window. It's a trap Mike!" She burst in tears. Michael tried to open the cage. But it's grilled door was locked securely and all he could do was rattle the thin bars behind which Valerie kept sobbing. "Get her out!" Michael yelled at his hosts. "Get her out!" But now Alex, with a strong hand, pulled him away at his sleeve. "Calm down," he said in his firm heavy voice, and he pushed him into one of the large easy chairs standing around. "Calm down. She'll get out all right. Just calm down first." Michael would not have it and began to fight back trying to get out of the chair again. It became quite a battle, but in the end Alex, with Aliza's help, succeeded in holding him down. Together they were much stronger than he was. Just as he began to realize he should change his tactics in some way, Michael heard Valerie yell at him: "Mike!!! Behind you!!" But it happened too fast. Within a second his arms were grasped and his wrists firmly bound behind him. Then he felt how the rope was being attached to the back of his chair. Now he too was their prisoner. Suddenly an eerie calm descended on him. He should not lose his wits now. He looked at his hosts, who were now both standing in front of him. And both of them smiled. Behind her bars his wife quietly sobbed. "Maybe you explain what's going on?" Michael asked, making an effort to keep his voice normal. "Of course," Aliza said. "We prepared her as a surprise for you. We thought you might like to see your pretty wife put in a situation similar to the one you put her in yourself the other day. You wouldn't mind very much, Michael, wouldn't you? Didn't you tell us she's your little whore? We could teach you a few things. I mean things that could be of use to you if you want to become her master." Michael blushed, his mind flashing back to their talk in that little café. They had confessed to him that they had the same dark inclinations as he had so recently discovered in himself. If that submissive maid of them was any indication, he better believed them. They appeared to have no qualms about these things. Not like he himself, although he, in response, had told them about some of his own rather new dreamings. But he had not needed to elaborate much. They understood. Aliza had already seen him in action. It was all of his own doing. "How did she get here?" he asked. "We invited her," Alex furnished. "Just invited, just like that?" Michael found that hard to believe. "Yes," Alex said. "You mean she came here of her own free will?" Michael was really astonished. "Yes actually she did," Aliza admitted, "We had called her and said something about a charity. She fell for it like a child for candy. Stood right on time at our doorstep." As it all dawned on Michael, silence descended on the room like a blanket. Even Valerie in her cage seemed to hold her breath. And thus slowly, very slowly, Michael began to see the light and his heartbeat accelerated. They were friends after all. Aliza, noticing the change that seemed to have overcome him, sat down on the armrest of his chair, extended her hand and began to caress his cheek. Michael let it happen. This was going to be some afternoon. He began to appreciate the view of his caged wife. Aliza's caresses had awakened him. Soon she shifted herself to sit on Michael's lap. "Poor boy", she said, "maybe you need to be helped a little to get in the mood?" and with one hand in his neck she drew his face towards her own and kissed him on his mouth. No sound came from the cage. Valerie just watched in anguish. Soon Michael melted and explored Aliza's tongue while enjoying her breasts as they pressed firmly against his chest. Heat rose up from his crotch. "Feeling better?" Aliza asked after she had disengaged from his mouth. "Yes," Michael affirmed with a red head. "Can you free my hands now?" Alisa laughed. "No, love, You'll have to do without your hands. For the time being we'd like you confined to your chair. Alex and I want to be free to play with your wife without you interfering. Just watch, learn and enjoy." From the cage came a thin restrained whine. Aliza, disregarding it, moved herself a little on Michael's lap and began to stroke his groin. "Oh my!" she said, "that's a big one you're growing." Michael, although uneasy and hampered by his bonds, was indeed getting in obvious heat. So Aliza got up and turned to Alex, who had been standing by, watching the scene with amusement. "I think he's ready." Alisa said. "Lets get his wife." She walked over to the cage and bent down to open the little outside padlock that held the leash on Valerie's neck to the cage's bars. Then she used the same key to unlock the latch on the cage itself. "Come on, sluttie," Aliza said, "out!" But Valerie crouched back and pushed herself as far away from Aliza's groping hand, as far the cage would allow. But that was not very far of course, and Aliza easily dragged her out by her hair. And there she was, on all fours on the floor, her hands shackled, her face still shiny from her tears, and her eyes large with fear. "What a nice doggie we have here," Aliza said, "let's go over to your husband and please him." Valerie made a quick attempt to get on her feet. But Aliza abruptly grabbed her collar and pushed her down again. "Oh no sluttie," she said, "crawl over like a dog." "No... please..." Valerie whispered from back down on the floor. "Come on girl," Alisa grinned, and she hit one of Valerie's round buttocks with her high heeled shoe, then pulled the leash. But Valerie, back on her bound hands and knees, resisted strongly. Alex had to come around to help. He took hold of Aliza's hand in which she held the leash and helped her drag Valerie like a recalcitrant dog over to where Michael was sitting. Once there, Aliza yanked up Valerie's head, and made her sit up on her knees, close enough to her beloved husband to have her breasts pressed into his lap. Michael, by now rather aroused, waited uneasily. "Get his pants open," Aliza ordered, "I know you can. I've seen you do it before." And thus Valerie knew there was no hope. She was lost. "Well, get on with it," Aliza snapped, "open his fly. Use your hands. Those cuffs shouldn't bother you." Valerie directed a despairing gaze at her husband. But Michael responded by closed his eyes. Barely noticeably, he nodded his head. He had no choice either. So with a reluctant hand Valerie zipped open her husband's fly, baring for all to see an abnormally large mountain ridge in his briefs. "Good girl! Now get his underpants nicely down dear, and kiss his prick!" Valerie hesitated again, looking up at Michael. But all she saw was his flushed face. There was no hope. Slowly she put her fingers behind the thick elastic band and pulled it down. A second later Michael's freed erection sprang up. It almost hit Valerie in the face. "Kiss it!" Aliza commanded. Once more Valerie hesitated. But she dared not disobey and, after all, this was her own husband. So she brought her lips to the staff before her and quickly put a brief kiss on it. "Suck it!" Alex suddenly ordered in his strong voice. "Wait a minute," Aliza interfered from behind the kneeling Valerie. "Get your hands up girl." And Valerie obeyed, hoping for a respite. Aliza produced her little key again and opened the metal cuffs around her wrists. But if Valerie thought she was to be freed now, she was mistaken. In stead Aliza pulled her arms behind her back and replaced the cuffs. "Now please show us how a whore like you sucks her clients," Aliza said, and she brutally pushed Valerie's face against the hard swollen staff before her. "Open your mouth slut and swallow him!" It was an order Valerie was in no position to refuse. But she tried nevertheless. Immediately she received a violent slap in her face. It was Alex's strong hand. Fresh tears welled in her eyes, but she now wisely opened her mouth and Aliza pushed her head down once again, forcing her husbands proud member to fill her mouth completely, all the way, and into her throat. It immediately sickened her, and she struggled for breath almost suffocating. But there was no escape. Her head was held down forcefully. And then, to her alarm, Michael's loins below her began to undulate. He couldn't stop himself and he made lustful noises. Valerie wanted to cry and started to retch. She was given far to little air. But all she managed was to make a stifled gargling sound. The pressure on the back of her head was unrelenting. Michael now fiercely moved his hip up and down, causing Valerie's head to bob up and down with it. It seemed to her that her end was near. The world started to gray out, and she felt a wave of vomit coming up. Just then big jets of cum shot straight into her throat. She had no option but to swallow it all. At least it prevented her from vomiting. Michael groaned in pleasure. When Valerie's face was finally pulled back, she was in bad shape. Sticky muck, mixed with tears and salvia, dribbled from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. Some of it even leaked out of her nose. When she opened her eyes, gasping for a gulp of precious air, a flash of light blinded her. Alex was standing close by with a large camera. He was taking nice pictures of her agony. Valerie had never in he life felt so debased. "That was a rather good performance," Aliza remarked with a content smile, "makes for a perfect start of the evening." She looked at her watch. How about a drink you guys?" She briefly contemplated Valerie, still coughing and gasping at her feet. "Off you go!" she said, took the leash from the floor and forcefully pulled her away from Michael, back towards the cage. "In your hole." she commanded, opening the cage, and with her feet she shoved Valerie in. There was no need to attach the leash again. Valerie had nowhere to go, so Aliza freed her from it, leaving only the collar around her throat. Then she latched the door. Isabelle with the sexy breasts came in. She carried a tray with three glasses filled with dark red wine, a bowl of small cheese bullets and some chips. Although she briefly glanced at the cage with Valerie inside, and then at Michael's member still lying wet in his lap, she showed no surprise whatsoever. Without speaking she politely put her tray on the low coffee table and left. Alex got up to free one of Michael's hands and hand him a glass. Michael gratefully drank, looking back at his wife in the cage. She just sat there, watching the three of them, the muck still on her face. "Shouldn't Valerie have a drink too?" Michael asked, "She earned it, don't you think?" "Oh of course," Aliza said, and jumping up from her chair she called Isabelle back to give her the order. The maid returned carrying a small metal bowl with water, opened the cage, placed the bowl carefully close to Valerie's knees and briefly ruffled Valerie's hair before latching the door again. "Look," Aliza suddenly laughed at Michael, "your willie is still watching us. I wonder what Isabelle may have thought of that. She got up, carefully covered him with his underpants and closed his fly. Michael blushed again. He felt like an embarrassed child reprimanded by its mother for walking around with his fly open. But Aliza and Alex seemed to think nothing of it. They just made a joke about his manhood, and gave him back his wine glass. Minutes later the three of them were at ease again. While they talked, Michael saw his caged wife attempting to rinse her mouth without the use of her bound hands. She bent over and carefully dipped her face into the bowl, slurped up some water, then spit it out again. After a few times she stopped. The water had turned turbid. They started talking, speculating on whether or not Valerie might have enjoyed sucking her husband. Michael thought not, but confessed that he himself had found it very satisfying. They all laughed. "I don't care if she liked it or not, as long as it amuses me," Alex said. Aliza disagreed. "I honestly hope she didn't like it," she said, "that would really please me. I've got a real sadistic mind, you know." They all agreed. At least it looked like Valerie had been nicely frightened and disgusted. The more they talked, the more they laughed, until they were interrupted by a tiny voice from the cage. "Please can I have some clean water... please... I'm so thirsty." The bowl was refreshed and replaced in the cage. Valerie immediately bent down again and, like before, tried to slurp up some water. But Aliza hit the cage with her shoe. "Not like that, slut!" she yelled, "Have you no manners? Dogs don't drink like that. Lap it up properly with your tongue." Frightened out of her wits Valerie wavered. But then, she slowly leaned over, her shackled hands on her back. And with her tongue she really began to lap the water up like a dog, stealthily watching the three in their easy chairs. "See that?" Alisa said, "she's beginning to behave." There was a knock on the door and Isabelle came in with a large tray filled with glasses, silver and plates full of food. "Dinner is served, sirs, madam," she said, making another of her small curtsy bows. Gracefully she placed the tray on the coffee table. As she bent down, her half open blouse left little to the imagination. They took the plates on their laps and ate. From her cage Valerie, having finished her drinking, gazed vacantly at them. When Isabelle returned with fresh fruit for desert, she also brought a meal for Valerie. It consisted of a bowl containing glistened dark looking chunks of dog food. She placed it in the cage before Valerie, while all three of them looked on. When she had gone, Alex, Aliza and Michael watched Valerie lower her head hesitatingly over her bowl, carefully sniffing her food. And then, to everyone's delight, she curled her lips, fished up some of the stuff with her teeth, chewed it, and swallowed. When she looked up at the three of them with her lips glistening sticky from fragments of her meal, her eyes asked if this is what they wanted. It was. She had become a dog. ***** They waited until they had all finished their fruit and until Valerie too had emptied her bowl, had lapped up some more water, and had her mouth wiped clean by Alex who then opened the latch of the cage again. "Come over here, doggie," Aliza called out to her. And Valerie, in her new role as pet, crept out of her cage and shuffled on her knees towards Aliza. "Sit," she was told when she had reached Aliza's feet. "Put your head here." Aliza patted her lap invitingly. Valerie obeyed, and Aliza stroking her hair and petting her smooth shoulders and nude backside, looked at Michael and Alex with obvious pleasure. "Isn't she sweet?" she said, "what shall we do with her next? We have a long evening before us." "Well," Alex answered, "I'd like to fuck her to rags," and addressing Michael he added "you won't object to have your wife raped, won't you?" But Michael of course had no real option. They had retied his free hand behind his back again and he was in no position to protest. But to be honest, he didn't really want to, enchanted as he was by Valerie's docile behavior, and curious about how she would bear to be fucked by this bull of a man. Her Gift Of Love Valerie, having heard Alex's threatening words, began to tremble in Aliza's lap. Not daring to lift her head, she looked alarmed at Michael from the corner of her eyes. But he just smiled back at her. "Sure," Aliza said to Alex, "we'll all fuck her tonight. But I'd like first to rough her up a bit. Nothing makes a better fuck than a girl filled with fear and adrenaline. Valerie now closed her eyes and softly murmured, "Oh no... please..." and her breathing accelerated. At that point Isabelle came in with coffee. Without speaking she took away the dishes, revealing to Michael's eager eyes so much of her breasts that he noticed she wore no bra. "OK Aliza," Alex said after she had left, "show us what you have in mind." Aliza did not wait. "I haven't seen you properly Valerie," she said, "stand up and show yourself to Alex and me." Valerie, frightfully woken out of her placid role, quickly got up to her feet. "Turn around, show us all of your husband's assets, and from all sides please." Again Valerie looked at Michael as if to ask for permission. But he gave her no indication. She only noted that his pants showed an renewed bulge. So Valerie closed her eyes and, with another tear of humiliation rolling down her cheek, began to slowly rotate herself around her vertical axis. Nobody spoke. They were all fascinated by this beautiful piece of art made of human flesh. Slowly Alex rose from his chair. "Hold her for a minute, will you," he asked Aliza. And thus it happened that Valerie was grabbed by her arms from behind and immobilized by Aliza's strong arm around her throat. Alex now squatted down and began to closely inspect Valerie's little bald slit from nearby. Suddenly Valerie gave a loud cry and Aliza had difficulty to keep her upright. Alex had inserted a probing finger into Valerie's crease. She wriggled her sides to evade him, but to no avail. When he finally slipped his finger out again it was glistening wet. He brought it close to Valerie's face. "Clean it bitch!" And to everyone's delight Valerie, without hesitation, began licking her own love juice from the man's finger. "Well, well," he said, look how much she's in heat, that doggie of ours. See if I can get her even higher." He grabbed both Valerie's nipples and cruelly rolled them. Valerie sagged through her knees but was kept upright again by Aliza's imprisoning elbow. She began to moan, her nipples hardening into high arousal. Her face was by now flushed deeply red from shame and embarrassment. "I think she's going to be a real great fuck," Alex commented and slapped her face to test her reaction. He did not have to wait long. Fresh tears appeared almost immediately. But Michael noticed Alex had been right. There was wetness between her legs. *** Contently Alex returned to his seat. Now it was his wife's turn. From behind she suddenly bashed in Valerie's legs with her shoe, right behind the knees. Valerie sagged and Aliza let her fall to the floor with a loud smack. "Now let's go for some pain," she said with a cruel smile, and without warning she kicked Valerie hard in her groin. Valerie doubled up as far as she could with her hands still bound behind her, and began to cry. "Please Aliza, please don't hurt me!" she whined. "I'm not Aliza, you slut!" Aliza barked, "I'm your mistress, you may address me as 'madam'." "Please madam...," Valerie panicked, "please don't kick me... please...!" But Aliza had smelled blood. "Open your legs, slut!" she hollered. Valerie, still in a rolled up fetal position on the floor, refused to obey. But Aliza had no patience. "I said open your legs! Open your cunt to me!" Slowly, still cringing in pain Valerie, fearfully obeyed. She rolled over on her back - which was difficult because of her bound hands there - and hesitantly spread her knees. It was a great sight, to watch her baring the most vulnerable nook of her body. And indeed, she was glistening wet. Immediately Aliza took aim and violently kicked her there with her pointed shoe. Valerie gave a horrendous scream, reflexively closing her knees again up high. But Aliza now really got in the mood and began to kick her body wherever she could strike it. Valerie shrieked and howled in horrendous pain as her ribs, breasts and belly were crashed into. With sadistic delight Aliza went on and on, turning poor Valerie into a sad heap of screaming and cramping misery below her on the floor. "Stop it!" Michael suddenly screamed "Stop it! Can't you see you'll kill her." Aliza turned around, pearls of sweat on her brow. "Don't you like her screams?" she asked. "No not like this," Michael shouted back, "you'll break her bones." But with his hands immobilized behind him he could not hide the bulge in his lap. "And what if I do break her bones?" "Don't, she's still my wife, please have pity." Aliza seemed to calm down. "Whatever you wish," she said with regret in her voice, "you're her husband. And I guess we want to remain friends." She returned to her seat and picked up her by now cold coffee. "Right," Michael agreed relieved. "lets take it easy." Alex sat down too. He had been taking photo's. Lots of them. *** "So no kick boxing then," Aliza said with a sigh. Shall we try something else? I still want to hurt her. How about hanging her on a rope. That way we can use her as a whipping target. It'll turn her into nice fucking meat afterwards. Michael, would you object to that?" Michael's flushed face still showed his agitation. "As long as you don't kill her or club her into a hospital," he said. "But I can't stop you, can't I?" Valerie, who still lied on the floor in pain, must have picked up his words because she began to scream in panic, NOOOOOO!!! DON'T!!! PLEASE DON'T...!" But its effect was just the opposite. All three got highly excited by her screaming protest. Michael began to wriggle wildly in his chair, if only to liberate his swollen member again from the confines of his pants. Alex got up with his camera again, and Alisa got out of her chair. Quickly she pulled Valerie up by her hair. "Let's see how we can do this," she said. From nowhere she produced a long sling of rope, opened Valerie's cuffs, pulled the girl's arms in front of her and briskly wrapped the rope over both her wrists. It was done so fast that Michael had difficulty following the sequence of her movements. The rope was thrown over one of the big ceiling beams overhead and before Valerie realized what happened, she was hoisted up by her wrists high onto her feet. Aliza really was an expert. "NOOO!!" Valerie kept wailing, "NOOO!!! HELP ME!!! MIKE HELP!!!" But of course there was no way in which Michael could help from his shackled position. And anyway, he was too aroused watching his lovely wife dangling nude and helpless before him. He didn't want Valerie to stop now. Aliza stepped back to inspect her work. She seemed content and looked at Michael to see if he was also enjoying the sight. "Isn't she a splendid display?" she asked. Then, as she noticed the pressure in his pants, she smiled as if pitying him. "Poor boy, maybe I should first stir your senses a bit more," she said and before Michael's surprised eyes she opened her blouse and showed him a pair of blooming well filled breasts. Michael's eyes popped out and he gave off a loud frustrated grunt. "Don't do that, Aliza," he cried, "it makes me want to fuck you!" "My idea," Aliza replied as she peeled her blouse off completely, "You and I should make a nice couple. Let's get out of our clothes," and she went up to Michael to make true on her words. Within seconds she had slid off his belt, moved his pants down taking his underpants with it, bared his chest and gotten rid of his shoes and socks. He was completely naked now and so aroused that his member, pointing high up from his groin, looked like a flagpole. Even Valerie on her rope watched it wide eyed, almost forgetting her anguish. While Alex danced all around with his camera, Aliza now stripped herself naked as well, revealing a smooth completely hairless very feminine body, all of her curves, hills and valleys invitingly and very desirably in place. "I'm going to use that fine pole of yours, Michael," she said, "and nicely in view of your dear wife," and before he knew what happened she was on him, let her dripping wet slit sink all the way down his shaft, embraced his big manly torso, and kissing him in his mouth as if her life depended on it. Michael forgot everything around him, including his wife hanging before him. He was in heaven. The fact that he could not use his hands to feel around Aliza's body and breasts, all pressed tightly against him, gave him a freaky sense of elation. To be powerless while being raped by a woman, was a completely new experience. For a moment he could even identify with Valerie's strange urge for submission. Soon he shouted that he was close to coming. But it only caused Aliza to call Alex to stand by for some pictures. And while Alex took up a close position, she kept shoving her gripping cunt up and down Michael's mast until he burst all of his seed into her, making loud grunting noises in the cavity of her still kissing mouth. Smiling broadly Aliza heaved herself up, looking happily into Alex's flashing camera, while long white trails of seed stretched down from her cunt to Michael's prick that had fallen back in his lap, flaccid again. When Michael came to his senses and was able to look again at Valerie, still hanging before him, he noticed big tears running down her face. And he realized that seeing her husband in such sexual ecstasy with another woman, must for her be the most ultimate humiliation. It gave him an unexpected extra kick and, adding insult to injury, he thanked Aliza profusely: "Thank you my dear Aliza, I love you," he said, "I love you, that was heavenly, thank you." Which made Valerie cry even louder. Aliza now got off Michael and walked over to Valerie, who immediately began to scream in a frenzy of panic. "PLEASE ALIZA.... I MEAN MADAM... PLEASE DON'T WHIP ME... PLEEEEESE...MADAM..." Still dripping seed from between her legs, Aliza watched her contemplatingly. "Well", she said, "maybe I should first stir your senses up too, just like your husband." It made Valerie stop screaming, momentarily relieved at the respite, but she remained panting fearfully. Now Aliza lowered the rope on which Valerie was hanging, just enough to make her reach the floor with her knees. And Valerie suddenly found her face close Aliza's wet femininity. "Let's see if this pleases you girl," Aliza said. "lick me clean from the seed your man so happily donated to me. Horrified Valerie's eyes grew large. She did not move. "Come on whore," Aliza said with a cruel smile and she grabbed Valerie's hair, pushing her face right into her crotch. And Valerie, having lost any sense of direction in what now seemed to be her ruined life, clung to a last straw. Maybe if she was nice to this horrible woman, this new love of her husband, maybe she would pity her. But Aliza didn't. When Valerie hesitantly placed her lips against Aliza's glistening twat, she sneered: "Don't kiss! I said lick!" And thus Valerie, closing her eyes in abhorrence, began to lick her husband's seed from his new lovers cunt. "Don't waste it, swallow it!" Aliza shouted. Valerie did. Soon Aliza, still holding Valerie's face to her overheated funnel, felt herself surge high in excitement and began to moan throatily. It did not take long before she exploded in a massive orgasm, which completely smothered the poor girl who, in great fear tried to keep her tongue inside the cunt between those spasming thighs. The erotic storm took very long to quieten down. As she gradually came back to her senses, Aliza let Valerie finally slip from between her legs and moved back to her chair with a relaxed sigh and a very satisfied expression on her face. But Valerie seemed to have been knocked out. She now hung in her rope, half unconsciously, swaying lightly from her highly stretched arms, anchored only by her knees on the floor, while spittle mixed with remains of Michael's seed and Aliza's love fluids, were visible inside her half open mouth. But at least the automatic breathing reflexes from her lungs worked. Slowly she came by, although she seemed only gradually to become aware of her surroundings and of her miserable situation. Isabelle came in with cognac. If she was surprised to see those nude people in their chairs, and the naked half conscious woman hanging on the floor with her arms suspended high, she did not show it. Her face remained blank and, upon Aliza's demand, she carefully liberated one of Michael's hands, so she could give him his drink. "Thank you Isabelle," Michael said as the maid disappeared. All three of them now returned to watch Valerie slow return to the world. "Why don't you get out of your clothes as well, Alex," Aliza said to her husband, "it's obscene you wearing things while everyone else here is nude, and you don't want to fuck her with your clothes on, do you." So Alex quickly undressed. Without his clothes he had a surprisingly sizable and hairy belly. Below it a long fat prick hung limp over a large sac, suggestive of two very fertile balls. Like Michael he wasn't shaved between his legs, but unlike Michael, thick graying hair covered almost all of his big torso. Michael noticed that even Valerie eyed this bull of a man, although with anxious trepidation. He approached her and began to pull on the rope. With all the might of his fleshy body he hoisted her up so high that her feet swayed a foot above the ground. In the mean time Aliza reshackled Michael's free hand behind him. "Please give me Michael's belt, Alex," she said, "It's whipping time!" With a cruel smile she wrapped the belt around her closed fist and slowly she walked over to that enchanting body, swaying so temptingly before her. In renewed panic Valerie began to scream again, and she started kicking in the air with her legs, unwittingly displaying her juicy love entrance for all to admire. Michael noticed its fear evoked glistening. "NOOOOOO!!!! PLEASE NOOO!!! HELP ME!!! GOD HELP ME!! NOOOO!!! PLEEEEASE!!!" Alex's and Michael's members began to lift their heads in unison. Valerie's fear now paralyzed her brain in anticipation of the nightmare that awaited her and an eerie silence followed. "Spread your legs, girl," Aliza calmly spoke. And Valerie did... **** It was a splendid hit. The tip of Michael's belt bit itself smack into Valerie's exposed pussy. It made a thwacking sound, which a split second later mixed with a loud elongated scream of pain from Valerie. In a fierce reflex she lifted her knees high, closing her thighs firmly as if to protect her womanhood from further onslaught. Alex touched himself. "Legs open," Aliza repeated calmly. And Michael was awed to see that Valerie, although still sobbing in pain, obliged. The leather once more hit her straight between her legs. And again Valerie screamed her lungs out, this time trampling the air wildly. Aliza acted as if she didn't notice. "Legs wide," she commanded again. And once more, to Michael's growing wonder, Valerie managed to comply, although less quickly. The third slam hit her crotch as if it wanted to split her body in two. It launched Valerie into a delirium of pain, yielding screeching howls and cries for help. Although Aliza tried to insist, Valerie now could not any more bring herself to open her thighs. She had lost all control kicking her body wildly on its rope and screaming beautifully. It fired such huge pangs of arousal in the two men watching her anguish, that the one rubbed his member hard and the other, frustrated without the use of is hands, swayed his spike wildly in the air. Aliza now aimed the belt elsewhere. She choose Valerie's tits, defenselessly exposed and flattened by the stretch of her body. The leather first smashed full across one of those milky globes, then across the other, than the first again, and the other again, and so on, and on... and on... Valerie, her body twitching and writhing in all directions, screamed and screamed and screamed. The screams continued even long after Aliza had dropped her arm, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and returned to her seat. Michael wanted nothing more than to fuck his wife now. But of course he could not. In frustration he began to shout things like "Get me loose...let me fuck her... it's my wife..." But Aliza turned around and only laughed. "You've just been fucked twice boy. Wasn't that enough? I think it's only fair to give my Alex a break now," and telling her partner to stop fiddling with his member, she handed him the belt,. So Alex got up, albeit a bit awkward, given the heavy stem he carried between his legs. He walked around Valerie, who was now whimpering and crying for her mother. "I love it," he said in his low voice, "I love it... what a lovely body to whip to pieces." And then he heaved his hand, swept the belt through the air and with all his strength let it collapse across both Valerie's young buttocks. Valerie let out a terrible scream and her body twisted as if shocked by a high power jolt of electricity. Alex now walked around and faced Valerie's front side. He raised the belt again and Valerie, seeing what was coming, danced the air in absolute panic. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" she screamed. But the belt swooshed through the air and hit her lower belly with a smack, leaving a slowly darkening weal where once the skin had been smooth and soft. Valerie went beserk with pain and she screamed as if she were skinned alive. Her wildly jerking body and the ear deafening screams she produced were extremely arousing to all three people watching her. The next slash bit from below into the lower flesh of her beasts and the effect was fantastic. Both breasts swayed like happy children's balloons. For a moment Alex waited and watched the dark purple welts grow on the delicate skin. Then he hit Valerie again... And again... And while he lashed the belt all across poor Valerie's twisting body, evoking her most violent screams and screeches yet, Aliza came up to Michael, slowly put her fingers under his crotch and begin playing with his balls. "You're such a sweet man," she breathed in his ear, closing it off from the noise of Valerie's wails and shrieks. "I love that body of yours, and you're so easily excited." She began to softly knead his balls. But Michael, although in blissful ecstasy from Aliza's ministrations, kept his eyes on his screaming wife being whipped so mercilessly. "Let me fuck her..." he pleaded, "please Aliza, get me loose and let me fuck my wife." "No love, not yet," Aliza answered. "It's really Alex's turn now. You already had two spritzes." Alex finally stopped his beating of Valerie. It was clear she was close to loosing consciousness. During his last few strokes her eyes had rolled white and her screaming reduced to just an uncontrolled whimpering. Panting Alex stood next to her, watching the swinging body before him, now covered all over with dark swollen welts. A trickle of blood slowly descended from a bruised nipple. Her breasts, her lower belly, her crotch and her upper thighs had taken the brunt of his fury. Valerie looked like she had been roasted over a fire. Alex now loosened the rope, lowering Valerie onto the floor, almost like dead meat. Her body still showed reflexive tremors and a small jerking of her limbs. With a foot Alex rolled her over on her belly, exhibiting for all to see how much he had ruined her back. He pushed a few cushions below Valerie's lacerated haunches and spread her thighs. Kneeling down between them, his rod looked like a dangerous weapon majestically carried. Her Gift to Papa Ch. 01 Day 1 - The First Encounter Kaitlin glanced at her watch nervously gauging the time staring back at her. For months she and Andrew had been building toward this first meeting and now it was finally going to happen. She smoothed her skirt over her hips knowing that she looked very nice but much more provocative than she normally dressed, but this was for Andrew and following his wishes. No, she silently admonished herself, his orders. She was wearing exactly what she had been told to wear by her Master. Saying the word aloud in her head, testing out the feel of it on her tongue, knowing soon she would be saying it to Andrew face to face for the first time. She smiled softly to herself anxiously awaiting this meeting that had seemed so long in coming. Andrew had been her Master for months now but only through her computer screen and the telephone, never in person. Ah, wonderful cyberspace where so much was available at your fingertips. Kaitlin had at long last found what she had not even been aware she had been seeking most of her adult life. She had 'met' Andrew entirely by accident and still marveled she had somehow managed to have found such a wonderful man despite her own stumbling stupidity and naiveté. The silly screen name along with the really dumb 'profile' had brought out all the Dom wannabes in her search through online chat rooms but somehow Andrew had still managed to find her and she him. They had connected from the very start and he had been so patient in his guiding and teaching of her. Never laughing at her, only laughing with her as they shared her growth into becoming the sub that she knew she was meant to be. Always patiently answering her many questions, teaching her the things she needed to know about the life she had been seeking. And finally she was ready to meet him for the first time. His flight was due in mere minutes and the butterflies in her stomach were increasing. She glanced at her reflection that was visible off the plate glass window facing her in the waiting area of the terminal. She was so very glad that Andrew had understood this first meeting would be easier for her here where she lived and had agreed to be the one to fly to her instead of her having to fly to him. She had been oblivious to the many appreciative glances from men passing by her with her thoughts so focused on pleasing Andrew. She wore an olive green knit dress that hugged her curves and complimented her complexion and auburn hair perfectly. Although it was much shorter than she normally wore, she had been delighted with it when Andrew had sent it to her with the understanding she was to wear it for him on the day they first met. It was tight without being vulgar, sexy without being flashy. She looked every inch a lady but one that oozed sex appeal just how Andrew had intended. She dreamily smiled knowing what little she actually had on underneath the beautiful dress, but again exactly as Andrew had directed her to dress for him. The silk stockings that encased her legs felt wonderful against her smooth skin but known only to her and Andrew, they were held in place with a garter belt, another new purchase for her. She normally wore pantyhose but this had been her Master's wish and one she had readily agreed to. She wore no panties and could feel the air against her exposed mound every time she took a step. Her feet were encased in a pair of 3 inch black heels that she so rarely wore because of her height of 5'9" but Andrew was 6'8" and she would still feel small next to him. Another new feeling for her since most of the men she had ever dated had not been much taller than herself. The heels showed off her long legs and made her feel so sexy which was probably Andrew's intention, she silently laughed to herself. She had nothing else on underneath the dress and feeling the smooth knit against her skin and with her exposed pubis she knew she was becoming aroused. Along with the thoughts of meeting him for the first time and what lay before them tonight she was aware of her body tingling in anticipation. It was at this precise moment she felt the pulsing begin deep inside her pussy. At first she was startled but quickly recovered. Knowing now Andrew had to be very close by using the remote to the vibrating egg placed deep inside her, again his orders. She turned scanning the many faces of people arriving from their flight. She struggled to hang on to her control as she searched for him. He wasn't hard to spot with his height and a smile spread across her face but she remained in place waiting for him to come to her. This was all so new to her and she was apprehensive about wanting to please her Master and patiently waited to follow his lead on what was expected of her. She knew she was now very wet from the vibrator struggling to keep herself under control when suddenly the throbbing stopped as quickly as it had started. The mass exodus of people departing the plane momentarily removed her Master from her sight She fervently glanced around looking for Andrew knowing he had to be close by as she felt the wetness seeping out of her steaming cunt. She blushed as she felt her nipples harden and thrust forward knowing men were staring at her and her brow began to glisten from the heat of her throbbing body. She finally spotted him leaning up against the wall with a slow smile spreading across his lips. She glanced down at her feet unsure of what to do and rooted to the spot unable to move. He slowly walked toward her as she waited for his instructions on what to do, how to behave, how to act. With their relationship only having been up to this point online, she wasn't quite sure exactly what he expected of her and she didn't want to disappoint him. With her eyes still cast down, she felt his presence in front of her. He touched her face stroking her cheek as she leaned into his palm. He placed his hand beneath her chin and used his index finger to bring it up to look at him. She nervously ran her tongue across her lips unsure of what to do or say. "It's ok little one, you are doing just fine", he said speaking to her for the first time. A soft smile spread across her lips gazing into Andrew's deep blue eyes. No picture or even the occasional web cam that they used to 'be' with another could do justice to this face now staring down out her. Kaitlin caught her breath as Andrew's arms wrapped around her pulling her toward him, crushing her body against his. One hand lowered to cup her ass as she felt the hardness of his erection against her. Just feeling his hard cock against her made her already engorged nipples ache for his touch, the liquid fire seeping slowly between her legs, the musky aroma surrounding them both. He lowered his head to hers, capturing her lips with his own. The kiss began as soft and gentle, tentative lips seeking each other but quickly escalating as he forced her mouth wide with his tongue showing her without words who was is in control and how he expected her to follow his lead. And follow she did, caution thrown to the wind letting her become his in no way any man had been allowed before. Kaitlin had never been one to show public displays of affection, but now she allowed herself to revel in letting the world know she belonged to Andrew, his to do with exactly how it pleased him no questions asked. She was blushing deeply because a lifetime of being rather demure doesn't disappear in a second, but there was no way she would even think of attempting to stop Andrew and what he obviously expected of her. With one last squeeze of her tight ass cheek, he broke the kiss and was once again gazing down at her. But now a broad smile was framing his face as he began speaking to her. Kaitlin struggled to bring herself under control, to listen intently to what he was trying to say. The ringing in her ears was subsiding as she manage to focus her attention back to Andrew's face instead of her mind preoccupied with the throbbing between her legs. "You are so beautiful baby and it pleases me greatly that you are wearing the dress I sent you. The color becomes you", he said stroking her cheek. It now dawned on Kaitlin that for Andrew the cupping of her ass was no accident and that he had been checking to make sure she had followed ALL orders in her manner of dress and he knew her bottom was bare just as he had instructed. By feeling her ass through her dress, he was able to determine that nothing was on her bottom, that she was indeed following his orders to letter. "Thank you Papa," Kaitlin said, the words rolling off her tongue for the first time in his presence. Saying the mere words made her ache for his hands to be on her and long to be able to touch him as well. She knew however not to act upon her whims and kept her hands firmly to her sides. Outwardly as calm as she could manage but inside eagerly awaiting their first time together, their first 'scene' as Master and his sub. The safe word they had decided upon was 'blue' but Kaitlin seriously doubted she would even want or need to use the word to halt what Andrew, her Papa had planned for them. She trusted him implicitly and if the dampness between her legs was any indication. she knew this evening was going to be a night to remember. "Are you ready to leave little one, to begin our evening?" asked Andrew as he continued to stroke her cheek. "Yes Papa, the car and driver you asked me to hire is waiting outside," she softly spoke to him looking into his eyes briefly and then almost immediately casting her eyes downward. Kaitlin had her own car but it had been Andrew's wish for her to engage the services of the limo company for the evening and she had done as he had asked. She wasn't really sure why he had insisted on her using this particular limo service, one that she had never even heard of before, but knew better than to question his authority. So she had called the number he had provided for her and the rest had been fairly easy. They seemed quite professional and were able to accommodate all of her Papa's requests on the short notice they had been given. Although the basics of their evening had been discussed and agreed upon, she had also relinquished all control to her Papa relying on his intuition and her trust in him. This was all so new to her but she had as her gift to him placed everything in his hands as it was meant to be. "Let's get the tedious job of retrieving my luggage out of the way so we can leave,." Andrew said as he looked deeply into her sapphire blue eyes. "I'm anxious to get our evening started little one." "Me too Papa" Kaitlin said agreeing with him and again lowering her face demurely in her shyness and her yearning to be the sub she was meant to be for this powerful man before her. "I'm so happy you are finally here. I can hardly believe after months of waiting we are at last together." "I know baby", he said leaning down to kiss her forehead and pushing an errant wisp of hair off her face as he cupped her chin bringing her face up to look once again into the depth of her luminous eyes. "I didn't think it would ever get here either", he said laughingly. Kaitlin reached up to stroke the cheek of the man that was so embedded in her soul even though she was just now meeting him face to face. He captured her small hand with his much larger one and brought it to his lips softly kissing her fingers as he drank in the vision of loveliness before him. Pulling her tightly against him, Andrew again lowered his mouth to hers, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips before forcing it inside her mouth. She sighed deeply as his mouth plundered her own, their tongues dancing together and both of them oblivious to the stares from people passing by them. The world around them ceased to exist as they gave in to the intoxicating allure they felt for each other. His hand caressed her soft nipple, hardening now beneath his finger tips. She moaned against his lips, the sound trapped beneath his wonderful wet, warm mouth. She swayed slightly as his arms gathered her possessively towards him. Raising his mouth from hers he spoke once more to Kaitlin with a smile in his voice. "I think we need to get out of here baby before we get arrested for "public indecency," he said laughing down at her upturned face. "God I want you so much." "The feeling is mutual my dear Papa in case you haven't noticed," she said impishly grinning up at him. Andrew steered her toward the area to retrieve his bags with his hand resting possessively on her round high bottom. Kaitlin was not use to the whole world seeing a man touching her and in the past might have even have pushed his hand away if it had been another man. But after the way he had just kissed her, she felt herself becoming a woman that she barely knew. One that it had taken this man to bring out into the open and she smiled to herself realizing that her wanton lust had probably been beneath the surface all these years and just a few moments with Andrew had her giving into acts she had only once dreamed about. But this was Andrew, her Papa, her Master and she had willingly given her body to him to do with as he pleased for both of their pleasure. Even though heat scalded her cheeks as she blushed at people staring at her and the way he caressed her ass for all to see, the thought of admonishing him for touching her this way in public did not reach completion and make it past her lips. She realized she wanted him to do the things he just had, regardless of where they were. At last they were able to retrieve his luggage from airport security and Andrew grabbed them easily with one hand while guiding her toward the exit doors with his other. The limo was waiting curb side as he had requested and the driver got out of the vehicle to open the door for them. Kaitlin stepped into the waiting car with Andrew close behind her. She went to slide to the far side of the seat when Andrew stopped her and pulled her back towards him. "Baby I want you to sit in my lap", Andrew stated with authority. "Yes Papa, whatever you wish", said Kaitlin as their roles became defined in this journey that they were starting together. Andrew leaned back into the comfort of the limo pulling her atop his lap and situating her to his requirements. She was facing toward the front of the limo with her back towards him. He reached around her and pulled the bodice of her dress down exposing one lush ripe breast. Her nipple hardened immediately partially from the cool breeze of the air conditioned car but also as the excitement and anticipation of wondering what her Papa had in store for her. He tugged rather roughly on her nipple making her gasp slightly but she managed to keep her mouth closed and not utter a sound. He then pulled her dress up around her waist exposing her mound. The limo driver looked back in the rear view mirror and Kaitlin saw his gaze upon her and knew that he saw how Andrew had exposed her for the man to see. She knew in her heart that this was Andrew's intention to show publicly that she was his and he could do whatever he wished with her and she wouldn't try to stop him. Part of her was embarrassed but another much deeper part was becoming aroused at what her Papa was doing to her. He pushed her hand toward her cunt and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I want you to stroke that lovely pussy of mine. Pull apart the lips and rub your clit for me." "Yes Papa," she said breathlessly. She did as he asked pushing her lips apart and exposing the hard little bud that was thrusting forth. She began massaging it for him, stroking it softly at first as the limo glided through the city taking them to their destination. She increased the tempo as her own excitement built as the wetness began pooling inside her. Molten lava of desire filled her as she rolled her clit back and forth between her nimble fingers. Andrew pulled and tugged on her erect nipple twisting it and making it throb in exquisite pain. Her lower body responded as her breathing deepened. Panting softly now she felt her eyes droop close as the vortex of want and need surpassed her consciousness. "Slip a finger inside my cunt baby. Find your G spot for your Papa," he instructed her and she hurried to do his bidding. "That's it baby, he said as her finger moved around deep inside her pussy He pulled and twisted her nipples in exquisite torture as her finger pushed in and out of her wetness "Two fingers now baby, fuck my cunt for me", he ordered. He reached between her legs and stroked her clit as her fingers pushed in and out of the ever growing wetness. Closer and closer she raced towards her climax when Andrew abruptly pulled her hand away with his own and made her stop. She turned and looked back toward him with confusion, her eyes heavy with passion and not quite focusing. She wondered why he had made her stop and he placed a finger across her lips before she could form the words to say anything. "Not yet little one. The evening is just beginning and besides we are at the hotel now." Andrew told her. She had failed to even notice the car had indeed stopped and the driver was waiting for instructions on how to proceed. He had lowered the window separating the front seat from the back and he looked upon them with barely concealed amusement with what was transpiring behind him. Kaitlin flushed a deep red but made no move to cover herself without Andrew's okay. Instead it was her Master that adjusted her clothes and told the driver they would just drop off their luggage and would return shortly. The driver rushed around the car to open the door for them as the bell hop met the car to take their luggage. Kaitlin had previously checked in per Andrew's instructions and removed the key card to their room from her purse handing it to him now. They headed toward the elevator with the bell hop close behind. The elevator doors slid open and Andrew guided Kaitlin inside. When the doors slid closed, he wrapped his arms around her tugging her toward him. He held her hand and raised it to his nose inhaling her scent on her fingers. Slowly he licked her fingers his eyes locked with hers. His hand brazenly stroked the side of her breast and her nipples immediately hardened from his touch. Kaitlin ran her tongue over her lips mesmerized by all he was making her feel. The bell hop glanced at them but quickly averted his eyes knowing discretion was part of his job. Andrew continued to stroke her breast, casually pulling on her engorged nipple as Kaitlin struggle to remain calm but she strongly suspected without his arms holding her she would have difficulty staying in an upright position. Her knees felt weak and she felt light headed from the continuing assault on her body every since Andrew's arrival at the airport. First the vibrating egg when he had exited the plane, then the limo ride and now this. She briefly wondered what she had got herself into with Andrew but she trusted him completely and would see this through. They arrived on their floor and the doors slid open. The bell hop stood to one side to allow them to proceed him out of the elevator. He walked behind them with their luggage and was able to see Andrew's hand fondling Kaitlin's ass, periodically squeezing and rubbing her bare bottom. It was hard not to get aroused himself as he watched the play between the two lovers never even dreaming this was their first encounter because of how well Andrew seemed to know Kaitlin's body and the freedom with which she allowed him to touch her so intimately. Andrew unlocked the door with the key card Kaitlin had given him earlier. The bell hop placed their luggage on the floor and then inquired if there was anything else that they needed. "No that will be all", said Andrew. The man reluctantly left, his face showing clearly he was enjoying watching the two of them. He looked like he would much rather see the two of them interact than leave the room to get back to work. Her Gift to Papa Ch. 01 Andrew pulled her roughly to him locking his lips on her own. His tongue danced with hers as he reached under her dress and stroked her bare ass. Reaching under her, he parted the lips of her cunt slipping his finger between the soft folds and felt the wetness seeping out of her. "Mmmm, my baby's horny for me, isn't she", he said suddenly removing his lips from her mouth. He moved his hand now to the front of her mound and sought her clit with his fingers. Finding it, he stroked it lightly as he watched her eyes glaze with longing. He pulled down the top of her dress as his lips sought her nipple. Stroking it roughly with his tongue he continued rubbing her hard clit. She gasped from the torture to her body and she pushed her pussy against his hand. Grinding her pelvis into his hand, she held on to his arms for support. "Oh God Papa", she whispered to him, her breathing labored. "I need to cum so much". Abruptly he removed his hand from her cunt and lowered her dress. Kaitlin whimpered as she felt her climax slip away. He pulled up the top of her dress as well and traced the outline of her lips with his fingers wet from her throbbing cunt. "You know you can't cum baby unless I say you can", he told her sternly. "You are mine now and you will ALWAYS obey me from this day forward. Is that understood?" "Yes Papa. I understand", she answered him meekly lowering her head in shame. He let her go now and she swayed slightly before regaining her footing on the plush carpeting of their suite. "I'm sorry Papa", she said hesitantly still not sure what to actually say to him. "It's okay my pet, you're still learning but I do expect you to pay attention to all of my teachings and not make the same mistake twice", he said to her quietly. She looked so crestfallen that Andrew didn't have to heart to further berate her when everything was still so new to her. He turned from her and headed toward the bedroom. "I will just be a minute and then we will leave for dinner baby", said Andrew. "Wait here and I will be right back." He turned and headed towards the bedroom with one of his suitcases. "Yes Papa, said Kaitlin, enjoying being able to call the man she adored the name he insisted she use when addressing him. She sat down on one of the comfortable chairs in the suite to wait for him. She struggled to get her betraying body back under control while she waited for him. Although in some ways she was anxious about the night ahead, she trusted her Papa and was thrilled after months of getting to know him online that they were finally together in person. She wondered just what he had in store for them to enjoy together tonight and the thoughts going through her head what they could be was keeping her aroused along with what he had just put her body through. She crossed one silk encased leg over the other feeling her cunt throbbing deeply inside. Ever since Andrew had first arrived and surprised her with the vibrating egg buried inside her she hadn't stopped throbbing. Pulling out a compact to refresh her makeup, she noted that her eyes reflected her desire in them, her color higher than normal. She smiled somewhat dreamily to herself knowing that she looked her best for her Master tonight and he would be pleased with the obvious state she was in. She heard the bedroom door open and turned to see Andrew striding toward her. "Are you ready baby?", he inquired . "Yes Papa", Kaitlin said rising to her feet. For a moment she teetered on her high heels, a little dizzy from her heightened awareness of him. Never before had she desired a man so much. Never before had she ached to have him take her and brand her body as his. She wondered how she was going to get through the dinner he had planned and would gladly have foregone the outing just to have him fuck her now. But she knew that her Master had the entire evening orchestrated for what he wanted and she had to follow his lead and obey his orders. He took her arm and guided her toward the door. She inhaled the scent of his cologne with him so near knowing she would forever associate the aroma with him. Exiting the room, Andrew locked the door and pocketed the key. He turned to her and smiled briefly wrapping his arm around her waist. They strolled toward the elevator silently with Andrew appearing deep in thought. Shivers ran down her spine from his touch and she longed for more. As if reading her thoughts he spoke to her. "Patience baby, tonight will be all you have imagined and more", he said chuckling at her. The elevator doors slid open silently and they entered with Andrew's arm still wrapped around her. His hand grazed her breast and he lightly massaged her nipple through the soft fabric. Instantly it hardened and she could feel the desire coursing through her veins. She moaned softly leaning into him. He increased the pressure and tugged on her nipple, twisting it slightly with his fingers. The elevator had stopped at the next floor and the doors slid open again. An elderly couple entered and glanced briefly at them. Andrew did not remove his hand from her breast however and continued to tug on her nipple. The couple was now staring at the two of them and Kaitlin was blushing a bright red. But she remained perfectly still allowing her Papa access to her body. She after all had given her body to him willingly and it was his to do with as he wished. To deny him that would mean punishment for her and she wanted to please him. They finally reached the lobby and exited the elevator with the elderly couple's disapproval evident in their eyes. But Kaitlin had only one thought in her head to please her Papa and quickly dismissed them from her mind. They reached the waiting limo and the driver hurried to open the door for them. Kaitlin had half expected Andrew to have her sit in his lap again but instead he motioned her to sit beside him. He sat down and the driver closed the door behind them and hurried to get behind the wheel of the car. They took off and headed toward the restaurant that Andrew had selected and made reservations for them. Kaitlin was lost in her thoughts when Andrew reached toward her pulling down the front of her dress exposing her ripe lush breasts. Instantly her nipples hardened and she caught herself before attempting to cross her arms over her chest. She looked at him and noticed the half smile on his lips and knew this was what he wanted and she allowed him to arrange her dress so her breasts were on prominent display. He reached lower and gently put his hand between her legs pulling them apart. "Open them wide for me baby", he told her softly. She eased her legs further apart following his directions and he pulled the skirt of her dress up exposing her mound once again. Kaitlin glanced up and noticed the driver stealing glances at them in the rear view mirror and knew this was Andrew's intention, to expose his property publicly for someone else to see and admire what belonged to him. He moved back to his side of the seat with his arm draped across her shoulder. "Pull my pussy lips open for me baby, use your hand to open my cunt for me. Show me your clit" he said. Kaitlin did as he requested and the cool air brushed across her sensitive skin. "Now rub my clit for me baby". She found the little nub and began massaging it for him feeling her juices beginning to build up inside her once again. Part of her felt humiliated for what he was making her do in front of the driver but she couldn't deny him anything. The hold he had over her made her helpless to even consider not doing as he asked. "Now put a finger inside baby", he instructed. She slipped her middle finger inside her wet cunt and slowly pushed it around. She was so aroused now and knew it would not take much to make her cum. She could feel an orgasm building and knew she was getting close. Andrew leaned over her and removed her hand from her mound. He lifted her hand toward her mouth. "Lick it clean baby", he said pressing her fingers against her mouth. She whimpered as the orgasm slipped away from her but opened her lips as he requested. He slipped her finger into her mouth and her tongue flicked over it tasting her juices, sucking on her finger until they were gone only the aroma lingering behind. The car pulled in front of the restaurant and glided to a stop. Andrew readjusted her clothing pulling up the front of her dress and covering her breasts once again and lowered her skirt as the car door swung open. They exited the car and Kaitlin glanced at their driver and noticed the bulge in his trousers. The man had a hard on from watching the display in the back seat. His cock pushed against his zipper and Kaitlin averted her eyes deeply embarrassed knowing her wanton behavior was responsible. She realized though that even if she had wanted to, she couldn't have denied anything to Andrew. She had understood from the start that her gift to him for both of them was herself and her body. It was his to do with as he pleased and to deny him access or that pleasure would result in whatever he deemed necessary as punishment. Although she wasn't exactly frightened of what he might or could do to her, she had no wish or desire to find out what that might entail. Certainly through her vast reading on the subject on her journey to the place she was now, she knew what others had done or did but it was a topic that neither she or Andrew had ever discussed in full detail. At present though it was the furthest thing from her mind to deny him anything. On one level she was embarrassed about what he had done so far tonight in public, but she was also deeply aroused as well. And it gave her a great thrill to be the object of his affection and desires. They entered the restaurant and were seated by the hostess at a table in the center of the room. The lighting was soft and muted, the atmosphere of sophisticated elegance. Andrew had chosen well in the choice of where they would dine this evening, but Kaitlin in getting to know the man didn't expect anything less. After they were seated, the waiter appeared almost immediately to bring them water and menus. He also placed a basket of rolls on the table before them. At this moment, Kaitlin wasn't sure she would even be able to eat this evening in her anticipation of what was to transpire over the next several hours. After taking their drink order and handing them menus, the waiter left them alone momentarily to select their choices but Andrew stated he would order for her so Kaitlin didn't bother to pick hers up to view. She waited patiently while he perused the gold embossed menu. After a few moments, he signaled for the waiter that he was ready to make their selections. He chose Prime Rib for himself along with a Caesar salad and for her he selected linguine with clam sauce and a house salad. She was slightly amused in his choice knowing full well that he would enjoy watching her succulent lips suck each strand of the spaghetti inside her mouth with a mental image in place of those very same lips on his engorged cock. "Very good Sir", said the waiter. "I will return with your food shortly". He turned and left the table and headed toward the kitchen. At that precise moment Kaitlin felt the vibrating egg come to life deep inside her cunt. She gasped softly from the tingling sensation inside of her body but vainly tried to recover smiling at her Papa. The throbbing deep within her was sheer ecstasy and her desire was evident on her face. Her eyelids were heavy and arousal had heightened the color of her cheeks. Her eyes peeking beneath the half closed lids were a deep sapphire blue, darkened with passion. Her tongue darted out from her rosy lips lightly tracing the upper half, her hands gripping the tabletop fighting to keep herself under control. "Relax baby", said Andrew. "Slow your breathing honey." Kaitlin fought to do just as he asked and slowly her breathing lightened but didn't entirely return to normal. "Good girl, that's my baby", he stated. Her nipples were as hard as granite, prominently displayed in the clinging dress she wore. Even though her breathing was somewhat under control, the wanton lust was evident on her face, her nipples clearly showing the obvious state she was in. The vibrating stopped as Andrew switched off the remote. The waiter had just appeared at their table, his tray laden with their food. He looked quizzically at Kaitlin, but years of experience quickly masked the look on his face as he set their plates before them. He inquired if there would be anything else and when Andrew told him no, he slipped silently away. "Listen to me baby", said her Papa. "Under no circumstance are you allowed to cum until I give you my permission. Is that clear little one?" he inquired. "If you do, you will be punished accordingly". "Yes Papa", she answered. "I will not cum until you tell me I can." "Please remember that baby", said her Master. "I don't want to punish you, but I will if you leave me no choice. I did bring everything with me for our 'scenes' together and that does indeed include a flogger. I won't hesitate to use it if you disobey". It was at the moment Kaitlin finally understood exactly what she had embraced with Andrew in this lifestyle together. Before it had just been online and on the telephone together and she had always obeyed him. The choice however at that time had still been clearly in her hands because of the distance separating them, but tonight changed all of that and she had placed her trust in him. Even knowing all of this and seeing what she was facing she didn't hesitate to agree to everything he said. "Yes Papa, I totally understand what is expected of me and I will do your bidding as requested", she stated calmly even though the butterflies in her stomach fluttered furiously. "Good baby", he said. "Let's enjoy our meal now." They began eating and when a scant 5 minutes had passed, once again Kaitlin felt the egg deep inside her being turned on and pulsating. Only through a steel source of will was she able to concentrate on eating as her cunt throbbed unmercifully. Her Papa's face was almost expressionless, but Kaitlin knew he was well aware of the havoc he was putting her body through. She felt beads of perspiration appear on her upper lip as she vainly tried to keep her body still. The feelings racing through her body were exquisite and she could feel the molten lava gathering at the apex of her womanhood. Kaitlin's first thought was to close her eyes and give in to the tortuous need of her body, to fall through the abyss that was hovering just beyond her reach. Andrew as if sensing her thoughts shook his head at her and warned her, "Not yet baby, you know you are not allowed to cum until I say you can. If you do, you know what the consequences will be little one." Her hands gripped the table's edge as she struggled to control her traitorous body. She smiled tentatively at him seeking his eyes with her own. "Yes, Papa I know I must not give in until you deem it is time for me to do so," she breathlessly replied . He increased the speed a notch right as the waiter appeared at their table inquiring about refilling their drinks. He glanced at Kaitlin and he could see obvious signs of her arousal. Her nipples were rock hard pebbles thrusting against the soft knit of her dress and at that moment she knew that was one of the reasons her Papa had not allowed her to wear undergarments beneath her clothing. She was also aware of the musky aroma of her arousal and she felt that perhaps the waiter could smell it as well. She was so wet she could literally feel it oozing out of her and even briefly thought about leaving a 'wet spot' on the upholstered chair. The very idea made her smile and the waiter smiled back at her thinking the smile was meant for him. He even had the audacity to wink at her thinking she was flirting with him. With that Kaitlin lowered her eyes hoping her Papa didn't think that same thought. Andrew had seen the byplay between the two of them and he only smiled knowing that Kaitlin was far too inexperienced yet to openly flirt with a man in his presence. Perhaps some day and some day soon but not tonight with her very first real 'scene' After refilling their glasses, he once again moved away from their table and Andrew began speaking to Kaitlin in soft undertones what he expected of her and what she must do for him. She listened intently although it was very difficult to follow his words as her cunt continued throbbing and dripping. "Normally baby I would not allow you to cum before the end of the evening but tonight I have a different agenda. You are going to cum repeatedly for me this evening with the first time being right here at this table in plain view of everyone. You are to keep your eyes open and to the best of your ability not show what is actually transpiring in that sweet pussy of mine. The next time our waiter comes back to the table for whatever reason, you will cum for me. I want you to be looking in our waiter's eyes when you start exploding and you are to keep yourself under control as that steaming hot cunt erupts for me. Do you understand my pet? Do you truly understand that cunt belongs to me and this is what I want and you must obey me?" Kaitlin, with a rather wobbly smile, looked at her beloved Master understanding just what she must do for him. She knew that this was the first 'test' to see if the gift she had given him, for the both of their ultimate pleasure was indeed what she had been searching for her whole adult life. As much as they had both enjoyed the time getting to know one another online and on the telephone, this was now 'real' and the time to back out was now if this wasn't what she truly wanted. Andrew had made it abundantly clear he wanted a 'real' relationship with her and not just the odd meeting or two. If things progressed with him the way they both had anticipated, by the year's end she would be living with him in his home. The car incidents, while rather embarrassing for her were not in total public view and had only had the driver as the sole audience, but this was. She also knew that crossing that threshold and putting her trust in Andrew was what they both needed at this point to cement their relationship. Taking a deep breath, Kaitlin said in a quiet but firm voice, "Yes Papa, my cunt belongs to you and I will do whatever you wish for me to do this evening." With those words Andrew turned up the speed on the egg deep inside her dripping pussy and Kaitlin gasped. The throbbing was both torture and pleasure beyond her wildest imaginations. "Open your legs wider for me baby" said Andrew and she hurriedly did his bidding. "Put your napkin between those lovely legs of mine. When it is time you will drop that napkin for our waiter. Now eat your meal as nonchalantly as you can please." Kaitlin did as he directed this play between them although later she would be unable to remember exactly what she was eating. With the increase of the vibrations inside her, she felt herself so close to cumming but knew not to cross that line without Andrew giving her permission. Her eyes were glazed with passion, her lips full and sensuous. The musky aroma penetrated the air around them or at least it smelled that way to her. She saw out of the corner of her eye their waiter approaching their table with a coffee carafe in hand and she knew then just what she had got herself into with Andrew. A part of her was embarrassed and it did heighten the color of her cheeks, but on a deeper gut level she was thrilled to be here with this man and doing EXACTLY as he was instructing her to do and what she would continue to do to please him. Andrew spotted the man as well and in a low voice told Kaitlin she was to cum for him NOW. He wanted her in the throes of ecstasy as the man approached their table, he wanted the waiter to see his sub cumming for him and for the man to know or at least sense the hot molten wetness was dripping down her thighs for him. Her Gift to Papa Ch. 01 Kaitlin let herself go giving in to the powerful orgasm while still trying to maintain a calm exterior to hopefully not attract undue attention from the surrounding diners. She knew that Andrew did want the waiter to know however and when the man was in front of them she deliberately locked eyes with his as she began erupting. She licked her lips as the moisture beaded on her forehead. Her breasts were full and throbbing, the hardened nipples poking against the knit of her dress. She laid down her fork as she gripped the tabletop as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her veins. She smiled at the man never losing eye contact with him as he watched the lovely woman in front of him. He was unable to tear his eyes away or even believe what he was seeing, but the woman had a just fucked look that spoke volumes. With a cat like smile, she reached underneath the table for the napkin between her legs and retrieved it passing it briefly beneath her nose inhaling the aroma before 'accidentally' dropping it on the floor in front of the waiter. He bent to retrieve it and he knew then beyond a shadow of a doubt he had indeed just seen a woman cumming at his station, the napkin damp from her moisture and smelling unmistakably of hot sex. Kaitlin ran her tongue across her lips as she continued to smile at the man and then turned her attention to her Papa. The question was in her eyes even though she never spoke a word aloud wondering if she had pleased him. He smiled back at her with pure devilment in his own eyes knowing what she had just done for him, knowing in his heart and soul what she would continue to do for him. He was just as eagerly awaiting this evening as Kaitlin was even though he was not new to the lifestyle himself. Kaitlin so far appeared to be exactly what he had been searching for as well. So many people did not or could not grasp the true meaning of a Dom/sub relationship. Yes, sex was a very important factor of it, but so very far from the actual day to day living. Andrew had been given the 'gift' of Kaitlin by her choice, her desires and her longings. Andrew's role as her Master was to cherish that gift and use it for both of them and their pleasure in one another. Part of it would be indeed very sexual but the rest was just their lifestyle and day to day living. Andrew was daring to get his hopes up that he had at last met the one that would complete him. Kaitlin felt much of the same emotions as she and Andrew continued to hold eye contact but never speaking a word. She has just shown him that she would do exactly what he expected of her and when he expected it of her and also where. A small test perhaps, but one she had passed with flying colors. Dinner no longer interested either one of them and both were eager to get back to their hotel room for the continuation of their first night and scene together. He asked the still hovering waiter for the check so they could make their departure. Glancing briefly at the bill, he laid down enough money to cover it along with a generous gratuity and motioned to her that they were ready to leave. He draped his arm over her shoulder as he guided her toward the door. Kaitlin could feel the dampness between her legs as it seeped out and kissed her upper thighs. The arousal she felt for this man was beyond anything she had ever experienced before and she realized somewhat to her amusement she would indeed do anything he asked of her. They arrived at the waiting limo and the driver opened the door for them. Andrew had her snuggled up against him this time, but other than lightly caressing her nipple through her dress, he made no moves or requested any of her on the way back to the hotel. She saw the driver more than once glance in the rearview mirror expecting another 'show' but this time he was to be disappointed. They made good time back to the hotel and Andrew dismissed the driver for the night saying his services would no longer be needed this evening once they alighted from the car at their destination. Andrew seemed lost in thought as they headed toward their room and Kaitlin kept quiet as well sensing his mood. He opened the door for her and stepped aside for her to precede him into the room. Holding her hand he guided her toward the bedroom of their suite. "Undress for me now little one", he said. "I have been wanting to see that delectable body of yours all evening. Just remove the dress though, I want you to leave on the hose and garter belt. Then I want you to undress me as well." "Yes Papa, whatever you wish", she said, a smile on her lips as she uttered the words that were fast becoming so dear to her. She raised her arms above her head and slowly removed the dress putting her body on display for the first time for him. He smiled at her enjoying the view she was presenting to him. She then turned towards him and began to remove his clothing as well taking her time letting her hands caress his skin. She first removed his shirt and then her hand reached for his zipper of his trousers. His arousal was obvious in the erection that was straining against the material. She slowly guided the zipper down as his cock pushed against her hand. She longed to caress him with that very hand and her mouth but Andrew had other ideas first. "Not yet baby, I have the whole night planned out and you will follow my directions only. Remember our safe word is 'blue' if for any reason you wish to stop at anytime during the scene I have set for us. We are going to be doing things we have discussed before but this is the first time for it to be a reality for you and I want you to feel safe and secure at all times." "Yes, Papa, I remember what all you have taught me and told me and I am eager to begin our journey together"' she stated smiling up at him. She glanced by the bed at for the first time noticed the open suitcase waiting there. It contained various toys and props for tonight that he had brought with him and she was both eager and apprehensive with what all was fixing to transpire with them. "I want you to get down on all fours on the center of the bed for me baby. I want that luscious ass up in the air for me." She did as he said and then felt a soft mask slip down over her eyes. He had blindfolded her! "This will heighten your other senses baby as you will soon find out', he said with a chuckle in his voice. She smiled in his general direction and then felt soft restraints being slipped over her wrists. Andrew tied her wrists to each corner of the headboard and now she understood why he had insisted on a full size bed instead of a king that she would have expected for someone of his stature. In short order she felt her ankles being encased in the same fashion and tethered to the footboard of the bed. The bindings were not overly tight, nor did they hurt, but her movements were definitely restricted and she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. She was becoming aroused once again just thinking about what his intentions were, just imagining what he was going to do to her and to his cunt she had given him. The last item he placed on her body were nipple clamps on her breasts. The harsh first sting made her bite down on her lip as he adjusted the tension and then pulled on the chain that was attached to the two of them. He then reached up inside her pussy and removed the egg that had been in place for most of the day. She felt a little empty without it but knew he had other plans now, just what she didn't know. He rubbed his hand over her ass and caressed it, slipping his hand briefly on the slit of her cunt lightly touching but not opening the folds of skin encasing her womanhood. Then without warning she felt the sting of his hand and the crack of the slap as it hit her bare bottom. She involuntarily flinched from the unexpected blow to her skin but struggled to remain calm. Andrew then softly caressed the same spot. He continued to do this as he counted aloud until he reached ten and her bare ass was red and throbbing but her cunt was dripping just as he knew it would be. He eased a finger inside her, rubbing her juices on it and then pulled the finger out and pushed it toward her mouth. Eagerly she opened her mouth to lick his finger dry tasting her juices on his hand. She felt the bed dip with his weight as he climbed up behind her and felt his hard cock against her ass. In one swift thrust he plunged inside her very wet pussy, ramming his cock all the way in knowing she was lubricated enough to take him and take him she did. Her cunt, no HIS cunt throbbed around him clenching him tightly deep inside. This first time was to be no soft gentle lovemaking, but a Master fucking his sub hard. Fucking her like she had never been fucked before. Fucking her like the animal she was just for him. Deep hard thrusts plunged in and out of her, with the occasional slaps to her ass as he fucked her hard. Pulling on the chain between her breasts and pulling on her hair as he plunged into her repeatedly. "Who's cunt is this baby?' he asked. "Tell your Papa who you belong to" "You Papa, my Master. I belong to you and only you." she said. She could feel herself fast approaching a climax but knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she must not let it happen until he said she could. And right now that didn't seem to be his intention at all. This was strictly for him and he increased his tempo even more. Never had Kaitlin been fucked so mercilessly. The very animalistic nature of it was something she had never experienced and the arousal she felt went very deep. Pushing her bare ass back towards him as he plunged in and out of her, matching his tempo with her own. Feeling him grab her hips as his heavy balls slapped up against her pussy and clit, over and over again. All rational thoughts had long since fled her brain and only the guttural feelings remained. She needed this, wanted this as desperately as Andrew did. She wanted him to brand her as his, to own her body and to control it at all costs. He reached around her with one hand tugging on the nipple clamps and she felt the pain increase on her breasts. They felt so heavy, so filled with desire for this man that was making her his in every way. His hand moved downward briefly stroking her belly as it inched lower finally stopping and tugging on the pubic hair of her mound. At one time they had discussed her shaving her cunt bare for him but in some ways he seemed to prefer the hair there and if was to ever be bare it would be by his hand only. He slipped his finger between the folds of skin searching and seeking for her clit. She gasped when he at last found it grinding her pussy against his hand. He continued plunging in and out of her as he stroked her clit and the sounds from both of them were deep as the passion continued to build working its way toward completion. She matched him stroke for stroke instinctively knowing how to move her body with his as they became one. Moaning deeply he could hear her gasping out her cries. "Oh my God Papa, so close Papa, so close." she cried. Her breathing was labored as she gasped out the words to him. "Beg me little one, you know what you must do baby", said Andrew. So close himself as he felt the muscles inside His/her cunt clutch his throbbing cock. "Please Papa, please let me cum. I need to cum Papa, Please," Kaitlin begged him "Not this time little one, not now. You can't come yet, but the night is young". With that he pulled her hips toward him with both hands as he pumped in and out her mercilessly fucking her so hard and he felt his own climax driving him on. Kaitlin felt it as well and knew he was close and with one finally savage thrust his cock exploded deep inside her spewing forth the pent up juices of his climax. Her muscles tightened around him as he came, milking him of every drop. Somewhat disappointed that she herself was not allowed to cum but thrilled beyond words with what they had shared knowing how much she had pleased him. For a moment he lay resting slightly against her backside but then gradually withdrew his now flaccid phallus. Kaitlin although she had not reached an orgasm herself, was still in an euphoric state knowing as women do what it makes one feel like when their lover does. Knowing that her body, her gift to him was filled with his seed that mingled with her juices and was oozing out of her still trembling cunt. Perhaps not all men or even some women would understand these emotions but she knew that they were as old as time, what even Eve might have felt with Adam. It was these kinds of feelings and desires that had led her to seek out the Dom/sub lifestyle in the first place. Even though she wasn't positive because this as of yet was not something she and Andrew had discussed, Kaitlin felt in her heart he would understand and know of these feelings. She had learned from all the research she had done on the subject that very few that do not embrace the lifestyle themselves truly understand. To comprehend her happiness at what had just occurred with the two of them. Here she was in what many would consider a humiliating position, unable to move more than a few inches, unable to see her surroundings and not even knowing what might be coming next. A smile caressed her lovely face as these thoughts flitted through her head. She remained still and in place not moving a muscle, not uttering a sound but instead waited patiently for whatever it was that Andrew had planned. She knew in her soul that Andrew would never truly 'hurt' her. Any pain she might feel was 'pleasure pain' and very different from the pain inflicted on someone to be cruel or sadistic in nature. Her Papa was none of those things and one of the many aspects of him being her Master was from him to take care of her. All these thoughts floated through her head as Andrew's breathing became more relaxed following his explosive climax. He reached up to untie his baby from her bindings and removed the blindfold and rolled her over on her back to gaze upon her beautiful face. This lovely creature belonged to him now he thought to himself with a smile and he knew in his heart the gift she had given both of them in becoming his submissive was going to be a joy for each of them. He understood so much more than any of the Dom wannabes she had encountered both before and after him that the 'gift' in itself was also a responsibility. She was "His' that was true, but he also had to take care of her just like any other 'property' he owned. One thing that he hadn't done much in past relationships was 'pleasure spanking' but his baby had finally confessed how much she desired and needed the act and he had set about learning as much as he could to be able to take care of her. With those thoughts he spoke to her following the aftermath of his volatile explosion. It had been years since he had cum so hard and he knew in his heart that it was just the tip of the iceberg and what was to be possible with Kaitlin. "Roll over baby on your tummy for Papa", he ordered. She quickly complied and her very desirable butt was there for his viewing once again. He took her hands and bound them together behind her back. For this part of their scene no other binding would be necessary nor the blindfold. She waited patiently for whatever it was he had planned and this was what he adored about her knowing that she would do anything he wanted. It was actually ironic that this was for her even more than him but she didn't know that yet. This was part of one of her many fantasies she had shared with him and he was now going to fulfill it for her. He reached under her and picked her up and carried her in his arms to a chair in the living room only pausing briefly to pick up an item from his suitcase. He sat down in the chair and laid her across his lap. He caressed her pert round bottom and she turned to look at him with a smile in her eyes as it dawned on her what he was fixing to do to her. The smile reached her lips knowing he remembered one of her darkest desires and was now going to make it happen. She trembled on his lap eagerly waiting for his touch, her desire for him already building. He reached for the item he had bought just for her, a paddle to spank her the way she wanted to be spanked by her Master. Andrew rubbed her ass and then the first smack hit her bare flesh and she cried out from the touch. Not in pain although it did hurt but from the thrill of what he was doing to her, for her. Already she was getting so wet and he had only just begun. Rubbing the spot he hit and then another thwack against her as she writhed in excitement. He parted her pussy lips with his fingers and felt the dampness oozing out of her. His hand wet with her juices, he caressed her ass again and another smack of the paddle. Her breathing was becoming more labored as her enjoyment built within her. The more he spanked her, the deeper her desire grew. She was dripping wet and fighting to control her body's reaction to his repeated administrations to her flesh. His baby was panting now as her body desperately craved release. He was becoming hard again just watching her arousal. He knew she was just waiting for one word from him to succumb to her own ecstasy. "Now baby, cum for your Papa NOW", he ordered. With that, Kaitlin let herself go and shuddered as the release swept through her body. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and Andrew watched his pet panting from her deep orgasm. Before her body had even stopped trembling, he lifted her from his lap and moved her around to thrust his engorged cock into her twitching cunt. His hands on her hips as she instinctively knew to ride him the way he wanted her to, clenching his penis inside her body. Her breasts bouncing in rhythm to her movements, he reached toward her nipple and pinched it hard. Her cries could be heard above his own grunts of pleasure as they fucked. His beautiful baby fucking him the way he wanted and desired. Today had been everything they had both dreamed and desired for months and they both knew it was just the beginning of their time together. With that thought Andrew's body stiffened and his release was imminent. "Cum with me baby", he gasped out as the feelings overtook his body. "Cum with me now." She felt his hot semen shoot inside her and she too fell over the abyss and collapsed on his chest. Words were not necessary as she lay there in his arms basking in the afterglow. Eventually though her body became quite cool from the air conditioning of the room and with unspoken agreement they adjourned to the bedroom. As tall as they both were, the bed was going to be a challenge to sleep in but they lay down and cuddled in each others arms and the small dimensions ceased to bother either one of them. "Today was wonderful baby. You have been everything I wanted you to be and more. I think you understand that you belong totally to me now and also understand that means in every way and not just sexually. While I don't exactly adhere to the idea of a "Master and a slave" per se, I do expect you to always follow my orders both in and out of our bedroom." "You will learn more as time passes, but the gist of it is that I will make all decisions concerning both of us. You will dress for me the way I want, I will be picking out your clothes from now on. I also desire for you to never wear panties as a barrier to my luscious cunt so I can take you anytime I want, wherever I want and however it is that I want at the time", he said with his arms wrapped tightly around her. "No closed doors, not even for the bathroom. You are completely mine," he said pausing briefly from the detailed speech looking into Kaitlin's eyes to make sure she understood what all her was saying to her. "Yes Papa, I understand completely and this is indeed my gift to you, my gift for both of us. It is what I have desired and yearned for many years even though for a long time I didn't even have a name for it. Thank you for allowing me to become your baby", she smiled up at him, the trust so evident in her eyes. Her Gift to Papa Ch. 02 Day 2 - The Dungeon and More... The next morning found Kaitlin waking up with a smile on her face and Andrew's protective arms still wrapped around her. They had both fallen asleep that way and had remained in each other's arms throughout their slumber. The bed covers were all askew because although it had serviced their sexual needs very well last night, it was too small for people of their heights. She was becoming quite chilled now, even in the warmth of his embrace. All she had on was a t-shirt of Andrew's he had slipped over her body last night. He had made it abundantly clear when they talked of so many things until the wee hours of the morning, unless it was his choosing, she was no longer to wear panties of any kind. His cunt must be at his disposal at all times and any barriers like underwear would not be permitted. She was to be available at all time to service his needs whenever he wanted and wherever he desired her. They had discussed a wide variety of things after their 'scene'' was over and she had a lot on her mind now to think about, but nothing he had said had altered her perception of how she saw their relationship being defined by her Master. The things he had told her and described for her only made her want him more and their lifestyle together. Although, the more she got to know him and the more she was learning of herself, the term 'lifestyle' was beginning to sound like a phrase made up by people that couldn't and wouldn't understand their relationship together. Smiling softly to herself, she basked in the glow of a woman well and truly fucked like she had been last night. Even though she was a tad sore, her body was more relaxed than she could ever remember having been before. She had reached new heights with Andrew that she had never dreamed possible. Not only was he an expert lover attuned to her body's needs and desires, it was if he had seen into her soul and was able to at last recognize the yearnings she had never even had a name for prior to meeting him. Before now she had always felt like something was missing, even to go so far to think something was wrong with HER. Although some of the sex had been very satisfying with previous lovers, none of the relationships had ever lasted. Most of the time she had ended them herself because even though she wasn't unhappy per se, she wasn't fulfilled either. So she had kept searching for that perfect man, but never finding him. It was actually rather amusing how she had discovered this side to herself and finally realized what was missing. Not wanting to be actually promiscuous, especially in this day and age, she had turned to her computer for comfort seeking out the cyber sex she had heard about. So she went searching in chat rooms for the sex she craved. At first all she did was watch all the other people flirting back and forth. Eventually she found herself participating in the banter. The cyber sex had consequently led to phone sex and it was during one of these encounters that a man had wanted to spank her and tie her up. Laughing to herself she remembered her reaction at the time. Instead of being outraged and turned off when Tom had suggested it, she was intrigued instead. And extremely horny as she recalled. It may have been her own fingers that achieved that explosive orgasm that night, her own hand that had spanked her ass and pussy, but it was the call with Tom that got her started on researching the whole topic and what eventually led her to find Andrew. Lost in her thoughts, she turned over in the bed and found the man she was thinking of wide awake and smiling down at her. Smiling back, she reached out with her hand to stroke his very masculine cheek. Just touching his face made her want him all over again and she could feel her body responding to this man that in such a short time had brought her ecstasy she had only dreamed of before. "Good morning my precious pet. Did you sleep well?" inquired Andrew, capturing her hand and bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "Yes Papa, I did, very well actually" replied Kaitlin with a twinkle in her eyes and a grin on her luscious lips. "I hope you are well rested baby because I have a lot of plans for us today" stated Andrew. "But I need to feed you first to keep up your energy", he said chuckling. Kaitlin laughed with him but turned somber as the reflection in his eyes changed. She waited patiently for him to say what was so obviously on his mind. "I have been awake for awhile now but let you continue sleeping because I know what is in store for you later", he began. He continued in the same somber voice, "You are not to know details just yet. While you are showering, I will select the clothes you will be wearing today". Kaitlin listened intently to her Master now as he made clear to her that he was now in charge and as long as they were together, always would be in that capacity. "There are a couple of things I require you to do to prepare yourself for later this morning" he calmly stated further. "Before your shower, you will need to give yourself an enema to cleanse yourself out. You will find one in the bathroom cabinet that I placed there yesterday. Beside it you will also find a butt plug and some lubrication. You need to insert it as far as you can and leave it in place for me." Even though Andrew was not telling her his actual plans, his instructions were giving her an idea of what was probably going to take place. It definitely looked like she was going to being experiencing anal sex for the first time for real today, she thought quietly to herself. Although she and Andrew had played around with it online and on the telephone, it had been her vibrator that was used. A man's cock had never been inside her ass. She was a little apprehensive but she didn't question his instructions, she knew she would obey them to the letter as he did. She had already proven to him that she would do his bidding in whatever he asked many times over and now they both were to enjoy the fruits of all of his laborious training and instructions in sculpting her into his sub, his baby. It never even occurred to her to deny him anything, her trust in him was that complete. Just thinking about what could transpire today was arousing her. You would think after the night she had shared with her Papa that the mere idea of more sex would not be able to affect her, but on the contrary it could and was. She could feel her nipples hardening with the ideas floating through her head and because of her position in Andrew's arms he felt it as well. He laughed the deep laugh she was now associating with him but she also knew he wasn't laughing at her and knew he was pleased she was so responsive to his instructions and desires. "Ah my poor baby is getting horny again, isn't she?, he teasingly asked her. "Yes Papa", she said somewhat demurely but the mischievous light in her eyes let him know how much she enjoyed doing whatever he requested of her. He was seeing for himself now what he had already hoped and guessed in the time they were getting to know one another long distance that his precious pet was a rare jewel that he had discovered. He sensed in her fiery emotions that were kept at bay and although she would always it seemed do whatever whim he desired, she was no doormat and had a mind of her own as well, a very keen mind at that. Time spent with her would forever be an adventure, for both of them and he was looking forward to peeling back the layers of her personality and seeing her in ways no other man before him had been allowed. He was well aware there had been other men before him but that didn't matter to him, especially since he knew without a doubt he was the first to ever be allowed to see so many sides to her. His large hand swatted her butt and he told her to get her ass moving so they could get their day going. Andrew had made plans to be here for a week and it appeared to her he had put careful thought into all their time to be spent together. She wouldn't be a bit surprised to find out all seven days had been planned in advanced both for enjoyment for them and tests for her as his 'new' sub. Even though they had known each other for months now, it was different being together in person. Kaitlin arose from the bed stretching and the t-shirt pulled up over her hips exposing her still glistening mound. She had cum so many times the night before that she was sticky from their combined secretions. She and the room both were heavily permutated with the unmistakable aroma of sex. She was looking forward to the shower as she moved towards the bathroom door to carry out Andrew's instructions. He smiled as he watched her walk away from him, her hips swaying underneath his shirt. Their first night together had been everything he had imagined it would be and his baby had not disappointed him. She was everything he had dreamed she would be and more. He had felt he knew her very well before meeting her yesterday and in a lot of ways he had, but he was also finding out they had barely scratched the surface with one another and was eagerly anticipating the next week with her and learning even more. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman that seemed so perfect for him and the lifestyle he had embraced so many years before. She was not his first sub and quite possibly would not be his last but he intended to enjoy every moment of whatever time they were to be together, whether it be weeks, months or whatever, for now she was indeed 'his' as she so eloquently had proven yesterday. Kaitlin entered the bathroom at that moment and started to close the door when his voice stopped her. "No baby, remember what I told you last night. You are mine in every way and you are never to shut me out with any doors between us", he admonished her. "After I lay out your clothing for you, I am going to take a shower myself in the other bathroom and that should give you any privacy you feel you might need for the enema but remember...no closed doors". "Yes Papa, I understand", she replied and entered the bathroom to seek out the paraphernalia she needed. With that Andrew rose from the bed himself and walked toward their suitcases, his magnificent nude body on display. Even in a flaccid state, he was remarkable to look at and Kaitlin got a glimpse of him in the bathroom mirror as he opened his suitcase. She sighed to herself in utter contentment that this man had chosen HER to be his baby and would enjoy it for every precious moment it lasted. She was not young and naive enough to believe yet it could be 'forever' and learned a long time ago to take each day as it came. Although they had spoken a little on the subject about seeing if their relationship would take them to the possibility of her living with him in his home, they were just tentative plans at best and no promises had been made on either side. For now she decided she was just going to enjoy this week with him and let the future take care of itself as it was meant to be. She turned toward the bathroom cabinet that he had indicated the things were that she needed and he moved from her line of vision. While she busied herself preparing her body per her Master's instructions, Andrew found all he was seeking and laid it out on the bed with a smile on his face. The thigh high hose and high heeled sandals he had placed there had come from Kaitlin's suitcase but the dress he laid out had come from his. She has no idea that his luggage contained several items for her and not just his clothing. As her Master, it would be him telling her what she could and couldn't wear at all times. She would be dressed for him and his wants, desires and whims. He had a good eye for what was appealing and this dress showed that, but he planned on making it very clear from the start that he was in control of everything in their lives for as long as they were together. The dress was quite lovely but once again perhaps a bit more provocative than Kaitlin was use to wearing but that would change now that she would be dressed to please him. It was a snow white gauzy cotton affair that would compliment her coloring and figure just like he had intended. It was gauzy to the point in direct sunlight it was somewhat see through which was what his intention had been when it was purchased. This time she would have on a bra, but it was a demi bra, one that was meant to push her breasts up and almost overflowing the small cups. He could see in his mind's eye her nipples would be poking over the top and would be seen through the dress like he had planned. The neckline was low cut as well and would show her cleavage. Although her breasts were not overly large, they were ample enough to fill the dress out very well. The thought caused him to become semi hard and he smiled to himself the effect his baby was having on him. He laid out his own clothes and moved toward the other bathroom to shower himself. He finished in record time, he had never been one to dawdle on his personal hygiene. When he emerged from his bathroom, he noticed Kaitlin was not back in the suite and moved toward hers to check on her progress. He could see that she had done the enema as he had requested and she was damp from her shower and nude but she was struggling to insert the butt plug as he had asked. Her lack of experience was obvious and perhaps he should have realized that, but he could remedy that now. She was bent over trying to place it in and without warning he lifted her in his arms and carried her to their bed. She had been so intent on her task at hand she had not heard him approach and gasped aloud from the shock of finding herself lifted and carried. He laid her on her stomach and proceeded to show her the proper way to insert one and had it inside her before she even knew it. It happened so quickly she didn't have time to register any of the pain and although it felt strange inside her it didn't actually hurt per se. "We need to hurry baby for the appointment I have for us later this morning and we do need to eat first. Please get dressed and ready as fast as you can for me", he said. Kaitlin as she was thinking to herself was finding out first hand that although Andrew 'issued orders' and definitely considered her his property for now, in no way was he sadistic or cruel and in fact the way he treated her was 'lovingly' for lack of a better term. There was no mistake in the way he said and did things that she must obey him and she knew in her heart if she didn't she would be punished, but the way he handled everything outside of their bed MADE her want to do whatever he wished. To someone not familiar with the lifestyle (and she herself was still in a learning stage) a lot of people ASSUME that the whole relationship is based on nothing but demand and orders from the part of the Dom and never grasped the fact that the relationship was like any other and quite possibly loving. Yes, Kaitlin in giving herself to him, gave him the gift to do whatever he wanted to her. But it was also FOR her as well and he would be her protector as well as her Master. So simple really, but other people not understanding made it complex and assumed that it was all sexual. Kaitlin still had so much to learn but as these thoughts flitted through her head, she felt in her gut she was right. She was also dressed and ready in mere minutes, applying only light makeup knowing Andrew did not like a heavy overdone look and she had never been one to wear much anyway. The dress and bra surprised her a little but she didn't question it at all and just put on the clothes he had laid out for her. She was actually enjoying this, having someone else pick out her clothes to wear. His taste was impeccable although not quite the same as her own and it sure made it easy not having to labor over any decision herself she thought laughing silently. "I could get use to this real quick" and almost said the thought aloud but caught herself before it passed her lips. For such a tall man Andrew moved quietly and he was behind her before she realized it and was rubbing her ass through the dress. "It looks good on you baby. Do you like it"? he asked as he looked approving down out her, smiling as he did. "Yes Papa, very much. Thank you for getting it for me", she answered beaming up at him as she turned around. The way the morning light was streaming through the window since Andrew had opened the heavy drapes earlier, it was clearly obvious she had no panties on underneath and her dark pubic hair was outlined through the fabric. Andrew let his gaze rest upon her for a moment and decided not to share that tidbit of information with her. For him right now it would be enough to know other men would be able to see his baby. He thoroughly enjoyed putting her on display for others to ogle and had many more plans in his mind to show her off. Just walking around would not show her nudity beneath the dress but if she were in direct sunlight it would he thought as he smiled to himself. Kaitlin was learning to enjoy her nudity beneath her clothing. Knowing as she thought of it now, 'Andrew's cunt' would be free and open at all times. It was amazing how such a little change in dress was so erotic, that the lack of some skimpy piece of fabric could cause her to become so aroused. Even though they hadn't done a thing, just donning the clothes was causing her body to react. He took her arm and led her toward the door. They were just going to eat in the hotel dining room. This morning meal was strictly for nourishment to replenish their bodies for later plans of the day beginning with the appointment this morning. Unbeknownst to Kaitlin, Andrew had discovered a 'dungeon' in the area and had made plans for them to be there this morning and have another 'scene'. He planned on making the most of their short time together this week and had arranged the outing from his own home. Kaitlin was unaware that the 'limo driver' from the night before was actually connected with the dungeon, another member, and had agreed to be part of all of Andrew's plans for this morning. The two of them had actually met a few months earlier when Andrew checked out the dungeon and became a member of the establishment. The driver's name was Gary although Andrew had given no indication last night to Kaitlin that he knew this or the man. Gary was a sub himself and was quite willing to participate in the scene Andrew had planned. He was meeting them there at 11:00 this morning and that was why he was pushing to dine rather quickly and get there. This was to be a surprise for Kaitlin but as well as he was beginning to know his baby, he knew there wouldn't be any objections on her part at all and would enjoy it every bit as much as he was planning on. Andrew and Kaitlin made their selections from the buffet the hotel had provided and sat down at a table close by. Quietly they ate both lost in their own thoughts, but the occasional glances at one another and the 'secret smiles' they exchanged made it obvious even to the casual onlooker they were lovers. The heat in their glances was unmistakable and the raw sexual energy surrounding them could be felt and seen. The passion was evident in their body language and at times Kaitlin felt herself lowering her eyes unable to keep the contact between them as she blushed furiously. Her uninhibited wanton behavior in Andrew's presence was both exhilarating and frightening. This man in one searing look, one word could make her do things and want to do even more that before she had only dreamed about. Her eyes locked with his as they both were thinking about all that happened between them so far since they had met yesterday for the first time at the airport. Nervously Kaitlin ran her tongue across her succulent lips and then lowered her gaze as Andrew seemed to devour her with his eyes. Her Gift to Papa Ch. 03 Day 3 - New experiences The next morning Kaitlin awoke to the sun streaming across her face as she slowly opened her eyes focusing on the picture across the room of her Master standing in all his naked glory beside the heavy draperies of the window overlooking their view of the city. A smile graced her lips as she gazed upon the man that had quickly mesmerized her very soul. “Good morning Papa”, she said as she looked up at him approaching their bed as he saw that she was now awake. “Is that magnificent view part of “room service?” she inquired with a hint of laughter in her voice. “I couldn’t wait for you any longer to wake up so I decided to take matters in my own hands so to speak” he said grinning down at her. He lay down beside her and gathered her in his arms as his lips claimed her own. His hands were on her ass pulling her tightly against him as she felt his burgeoning erection against her thigh. He stopped briefly to grasp the hem of his t-shirt she was wearing once again and pulled it over her head tossing it on the floor carelessly beside them. Pulling her tightly against him once more, there was no doubt of his intentions or what he wanted this morning from his baby. Kaitlin was quickly learning his sexual appetite was vast and he expected her to be at his disposal whenever he desired her. She felt the moisture building between her legs that spoke of her own desire for him and almost unconsciously they parted on their own accord for his access to his baby’s cunt. She felt his large palm moving from her ass and cupping the smooth mound between them. She sighed in utter contentment as lust pure and simple flashed through her body for this man. As he parted the lips encasing her womanhood, Andrew lowered his mouth to her left breast. Lapping at her nipple gently at first, he gradually sucked into his mouth and nipped at it with his teeth. Kaitlin moaned beneath him as he first laved her breast and then his fingers seeking and finding her clit. She gasped from what this man, her Master was doing to her this morning and once more she was seeing one of the many sides of him. She was so very grateful to whatever forces brought them together, but the thoughts forming in her mind quickly fled as her Papa made love to her body. Her Master bit down rather hard on her nipple and she squirmed slightly but didn’t utter a sound as he made it known to her that he owned her now. This ‘session’ was no longer the ‘lovemaking’ she had envisioned but instead Andrew wanted her by force. Rather quickly she felt herself being turned over and her wrists almost before she knew it were handcuffed to the headboard in front of her. “That’s it my slut, up on your knees for your Papa”, he ordered her and she quickly complied with his request. “I love looking at your ass, MY ass that is, begging to be fucked by your Master.” He caressed the lovely white orbs forming her ass as she wiggled in front of him smiling softly to herself. Then without warning, she felt the first sting of the paddle as he slapped it against her butt. She groaned but knew better now than to say anything aloud to her Master. Tears filled her eyes as she said the words she knew he expected of her and preparing her mind for where she knew it needed to be this morning. “One, thank you Master, may I please have another”, she quietly intoned as she slipped into the role that was expected of her as his and his alone. Her Papa rubbed the quickly pinking white skin of her ass and brought down his paddle once more across her backside slipping a finger into the already dripping cunt of his baby. Her body never failed to betray her true feelings on whatever her Master did when they were together. “Two, thank you Master, may I please have another” she said as the tears of pain now rolled down her cheeks the pink giving way to a brighter red now as Andrew hit her bare ass once again. He was rock hard as he watched his baby pulling unconsciously at the restraints that held her wrists firmly in place for his use. With his open palm he spanked her exposed mound now bare for him. Kaitlin whimpered louder as her body writhed beneath him begging for his touch. Leaning up against her, she felt his hard cock resting between the crack of her ass. With one fast thrust he was buried into her eagerly waiting pussy and he felt her muscles tighten around him. Sighing with pleasure of having her Master’s manhood sheathed by her surrounding wetness, she moved back up against him trying vainly to get him to fuck her. He abruptly pulled his cock out of her throbbing cunt and her actions earned her another smack to her red ass as she cried out in pain but remembering to gasp out the words he had instructed her to say. “Three, thank you Master, may I please have another.” “Be still my slut”, he admonished her while rubbing her hot red skin where he had inflicted the latest blow. “Don’t forget your cunt belongs to me now and I didn’t give you permission to move baby.” Once more he pushed his pulsating prick inside her and thrust in and out of her eager opening. Just as the walls of her cunt were gripping him, Kaitlin felt him slide his glistening cock out of her and felt the tip of it at her anal opening and then knew what her Master wanted from her this morning. She mentally braced herself for the intrusion into her body. Before Andrew had become part of her life she had never thought she would enjoy anal sex but he was fast changing her mind as she eagerly waited for him to enter her orifice. She moaned as she felt him pushing inside the tightness of her ass. He pulled roughly on the hard little bud of her clit as he pushed deeper into her body and felt the gradual opening up for him. Deeper he thrust inside as his baby groaned beneath him silently accepting the way he was taking her body this morning. Stroking her clit faster now he could feel the wetness oozing out of her pussy onto his hand as her desire for what he was doing to her became more evident. “Tell Papa what you want baby”, he said. “I want to hear what my whore needs from me.” “Master, please fuck me. Please fuck your baby’s ass. I need you so much Papa. Please fuck your slut Master”, as she gasped out the words he wanted to come from her lips. “Your slut is begging you to fuck her hard”. They both felt the pop as her ass opened up to him completely and he rammed his cock all the way in with his balls nestling up against her butt. He momentarily rested as he gave her body time to adjust to him but then began pumping in earnest, fucking his baby the way she begged him to just mere second before. Kaitlin tried to remain still and in place the way he wanted her on the bed before him, but it was harder than she would have thought possible. She longed to push back up against him as he slid his throbbing cock in and out of her, but true to form she stayed as motionless as possible as she allowed him the use of her body for his pleasure. Her body was slick with sweat as her Master continued to fuck her rubbing faster on her clit as he increased the tempo of their coupling. She felt the stiffening of his body as his eminent release became evident. Then without warning, she felt him pull out of her butt and shoot his load all over her back as he came. He visibly shook as the cum spewed forth from his still throbbing cock. Rubbing his hand in the secretions on her, he guided his hand to her mouth pushing her lips open with his fingers. She lovingly licked the wetness from them and cleaned the digits with her tongue. She was a little disappointed to not to have been allowed to cum herself, but kept those thoughts wisely in her own mind and not voicing them aloud. Andrew now undid the handcuffs that had shackled her to the bed for him to use the way he desired this morning. For the most part, although each time with her was for pure enjoyment, it was also another one of the ‘tests’ he had mapped out in his own mind in contemplating making Kaitlin his sub in his life beyond this vacation they were having together. As usual, she hadn’t disappointed him and had further cemented his wish and desires to make her ‘his’. He now stood up beside the bed and scooped her into his arms and carried her to one of the suite’s bathrooms off the living area. He sat her down on the lowered toilet seat as he turned towards the Jacuzzi like bathtub. Turning on both faucets, he adjusted the temperature to his liking and then retrieved Kaitlin from where he had left her. Lowering her gently into the bathtub, he softly stroked her cheek as she smiled up at him. “That was wonderful my precious slut. Thank you for making your Master proud,” he said to her as he gazed at the lovely creature before him. “Thank you Papa for allowing me to be your slut and servicing you the way you desired this morning,” Kaitlin stated as she lowered her gaze in the proper manner as she spoke directly to her Master. Andrew picked up one of the plush bath cloths in the basket on the ledge of the tub. Liberally applying some of the scented bath gel that the hotel had provided for their use, he lowered his tall frame to his knees and began gently bathing his baby. When she was clean again, he let the water drain from the tub before once again replacing the plug to fill it up, this time turning on the pulsating jets in various positions on the sides. He then stood before her as she drunk in the sight of her Master and grinned up at him as his eyes locked with hers. Kaitlin then knew in her heart that although he had just ‘used’ her moments before for his own pleasure, it was now ‘her turn’ for the ecstasy her body was craving from this wonderful man. As he stepped into the deep tub, she scooted up to allow him room to join her. Once he was seated, he pulled her body onto his lap with her facing away from him and her delectable ass on his already hardening cock. Reaching between her legs, he pulled her cunt lips apart exposing the hard little nub of her clit. Her Master then positioned her in such a manner that one of the pulsating streams of water was directly touching his slut’s cunt. He laughed out loud at the gasp that came from her when it struck her clit so forcibly. He realized then just how much he was going to enjoy giving her multiple orgasms in this manner today. “Do you like that baby, enjoying how it makes you throb?” he inquired. “Oh yes Papa, very much,” she said somewhat breathlessly as her limbs became languid in his arms. Still chuckling to himself he pulled his baby’s pussy lips further apart and pushed her closer to the powerful jet. Within seconds her head was thrashing and without her Papa’s arms firmly wrapped around her, she felt she might have slipped underneath the water. “Oh my God Papa, please Papa, please,” she gasped out loud. “Please what baby? What is it you need?” he asked still smiling at the vision in his arms. “Master please let me cum,” she pleaded with him. “So close Papa. I’m begging for your permission to cum.” “Of course baby, but only on one condition,” said Andrew. “I’m going to let you cum now but you can’t stop cumming until I tell you that you may. Is that understood?” Somewhat perplexed by his instructions, she nevertheless replied to him immediately. “Yes Master, I will cum until you tell me to stop. Please Sir I am begging your permission to cum now.” “Of course baby. Cum for your Papa now,” he instructed her as he held her tightly in his arms. Those words were all that Kaitlin needed to hear to succumb to the needs and desires from her body. As she slipped into oblivion with her Master firmly grasping her, her body shook from the tremors. She screamed out loud with what her Papa was doing to her, her juices gushing out of ‘his’ hot cunt. She barely had time to recover when she felt her Master holding her lips further apart while holding her in place for the jet stream to kiss her clit repeatedly. Once again, she began shaking as she mindlessly tossed her head from side to side as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. She could now feel her Papa sliding first one finger, then two in and out of her tight ass as the hard stream of water continued to hit her clit. Gulping in air to try to control her breathing, she was now speechless with what her Master was doing to her. Before she could even begin to recover somewhat, she began to feel yet another climax building within her. Andrew was freely fucking her ass with his fingers, pumping the digits in and out with ease as she breathlessly told her Master to her amazement she was cumming yet again. She knew she was acting like the wanton slut she had always known existed deep inside her, but it had taken this man, her Papa to bring out her true animalistic behavior. She no longer cared about ‘proper manners’ taught at her mother’s knee, she just knew she reveled in what this man made her feel. She began shaking again as she felt herself falling over the edge into to the sweet darkness that enveloped her very being. Stroking her cheek her Master held her tightly to him as the spasms rocked her body. He lifted her slippery body up from his lap and turned her around facing him as he lowered her once again. Pulling apart her cunt lips, without words and only actions between them, he indicted to her what he wanted from her now. Following his silent directions she raised up a bit only to sink down this time on his engorged cock sheathing him with her wetness. Grasping his hands to her waist he guided her in an upward movement to slowly begin fucking her Papa. He told her that she was to continue stroking her clit as she fucked him. She was so swollen now from the three rapid orgasms one following rapidly upon the heels of another but knew better than to protest any discomfort she might be experiencing at this moment. She remembered his words from earlier that she was to continue cumming until he said she could stop. The warm water continued to pulsate around them as she began fucking her Master in earnest rubbing the nub furiously between her legs as she struggled to reach the fourth climax her Papa showed her with actions that he expected from her. Faster she moved up and down on his throbbing erection with her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her Papa could feel the tremors begin in her body as she once again gushed all over him grunting like the animal she was for her Master’s use. Screaming out his name, she felt his own hot secretions pummel into her cunt. Barely giving her time to catch her breath, he rose and lifted her out of the tub and carried her back to their bed not even bothering to dry either of them off with the plush towels on the heated towels racks of the bathroom. He dropped her none too gently in the center of the bed quickly fastening her wrists to the headboard one more time. He took some rope from his suitcase by the bed and with spreading her legs as wide as possible, also shackled her ankles to the footboard in the same manner. He had his baby just the way he wanted her, spread-eagled for his use. He fumbled around a bit more inside the suitcase until he found what he was seeking. Using his tongue to wet the tips, he fasted two suction cups onto her still wet nipples from their time in the bathtub. She whimpered from the sensations but otherwise made no movement or sounds as she waited for whatever her Master wished of her now. He lowered himself above her onto the bed and then while squeezing her firm breasts, he buried his head between her legs. After four very intense orgasms, Kaitlin hadn’t even seen how she could possibly cum any more or at least anytime soon. But now with her Master’s expert tongue alternately fucking his baby’s cunt and his teeth nibbling on her hardened and raw clit, she knew that was his wish and desire and her body as always was responding to his touch. Her cunt that her Master had shaved for the first time yesterday was so smooth to the touch and even more sensitive than it had ever been before. Before long, her Master had her thrashing about the bed once more with what little latitude the restraints allowed as she raced toward yet another climax. She jerked beneath him as the contractions shook her down to the soles of her feet. Raising his head up from between her legs, Andrew grinned at her as his eyes sought out her passion filled ones. Slowly he undid her restraints and rubbed the circulation back into her limbs as she lay on the bed exhausted. As her focus came back into view, she glanced at the travel alarm that was on the nightstand beside her and much to her astonishment realized in less than one hour her Master had ‘made’ her cum five times for him. She sighed with the contentment of a woman well and truly fucked by her lover as she patiently waited for further instructions from her Papa. “I’ve decided I need to feed you to keep up your strength for the rest of the day I have planned,” he said smiling down at her. “I think to expedite matters I will call room service to deliver brunch to us instead of going down to the dining room this morning.” He reached for the telephone on the nightstand by the clock and quickly ordered for the both of them as she lay on the bed stretching and watching him. When he finished and hung up the phone he sat down on the bed beside her gathering her in his arms. Lowering his mouth to hers, he gently brushed her lips with his own. Breaking their kiss, Kaitlin lay her head on his chest wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. “Thank you so much Master for such an exquisite morning,” she said somewhat dreamily. “You are quite welcome baby. I enjoyed it every bit as much as you so obviously did,” he said chuckling to her. The imp in her made her teasingly reply to his remark. “Wow Papa…I never would have guessed,” she said smiling up at him once more with her eyes twinkling in their amusement. “Hmmm,” he said. “Is that a ‘bad girl’ streak in you there?” “Moi, bad? Of course not Papa. I’m such a good little slut for you,” Kaitlin stated with ever increasing boldness. Their exchange was interrupted by a knock at the door. Kaitlin hadn’t figured on room service responding so quickly and she hurriedly looked for something, anything to cover herself with. “Not so fast my little slut,” said her Master. “I think I need to remind you just who is in charge here in case it has slipped your mind.” With that he lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the little dining alcove off the living area of their suite. Pulling back a chair for her at the table, he unceremoniously dropped her bare ass in the seat while calling out to the person on the other side of the door he would be there shortly. Kaitlin silently waited further instructions from her Master but with a stern look on his face and other than telling her stay exactly where he had put her, he issued no more orders or details. Apprehensively she quietly waited for whatever was now set to transpire, whatever she may have set forth with her teasing comments a few moments ago. She heard the door quietly open behind her and a cart of what she was sure was their brunch being rolled toward the table. It was all she could do to not give in to the urge to flee as quickly as possible from the room to the bathroom behind the door close by her side. She sat ramrod straight with her hands folded in her lap as she heard her Papa and what she now recognized as a male approaching the table. Kaitlin wanted to cross her arms across her chest to vainly try to cover her complete nudity from the strange man’s piercing gaze. At first she had dropped her eyes to look at her lap but knew in her heart that wouldn’t please Andrew, so she struggled to keep her head held high and meet the man’s staring face as he audibly gasped from seeing her completely nude and appearing to him at least to be so nonchalant as he began placing their food on the table. Her Gift to Papa Ch. 04 Chapter 4 Day 4 - A fantasy fulfilled but hers or His? Kaitlin awoke late the next morning with her Papa's arms still around her. They had both napped after the encounter with Monica. The rest of the evening had been spent just talking and getting to know one another more in depth until the wee hours of the morning. Andrew now knew more about her than any other man had ever before. She trusted him more implicitly than she had ever been able to do with any other person. It felt wonderful to feel so safe in his arms and his presence, something that had been completely lacking in her life before having met him. Always before she had held back a part of herself from people in relationships, men in particular. She felt he understood her more than people in her past and the trust she had placed in his hands went far beyond the sexual encounters they had thus far shared together. She leaned down to brush her lips against his and felt his arms tighten around her. She laughed aloud. "So you were faking being asleep huh?" she said with a grin in her voice. "Well I wanted my wake up kiss, so I feel no guilt for letting you think I was still sleeping," he said laughing with her. He pulled her tighter against him as he returned her kiss. At one time Kaitlin had thought differently about Dom/sub relationships but had discovered with Andrew at least there were two very complex sides to this man. While he was in control at all times both in and out of their bedroom, there was latitude in his actions with her when they weren't involved in a 'scene'. She by no means felt like a doormat, someone to be used or abused or walked all over. Her Papa let her be herself and it appeared that he very much liked her both tied up and bound to do his bidding or just as a woman by his side. At this moment she was happier than she had ever before been in her life. "I am almost tempted to ask what you have planned for us today but on the other hand it is more fun being surprised," she said with a chuckle. "Oh you can ask baby, but that doesn't mean I am going to tell you," he said. He swatted her butt and then told her "Get that sweet ass in gear and pack up your things. We are going to spend the rest of the week in your apartment. I don't know about you but I need a bigger bed," he said with a smile. He knew she had a queen size bed in her apartment and it would be an improvement over the full size bed here in the hotel. She was a little surprised at his intentions though and would have thought perhaps he would have just asked to switch rooms with a bigger bed, perhaps a king size, but she could tell this was not something she was suppose to question and prudently decided to obey him without attempting to find out why he had made this decision. In their short time together she had come to see and realize that her Papa didn't usually make rash decisions and more than likely had a very good reason for wanting to now be at her apartment instead of the hotel. With one last lingering kiss on his lips she arose to do his bidding. As she headed for the bathroom, she could hear him moving about as well. She did not linger long in the shower but did take the time to shave because of how Andrew had made it known he expected her to be smooth at all times now. She hurried out of the shower toweling herself off and then quickly left the room to get dressed. Andrew had already laid out her clothes for her and she was now quite use to just dressing in whatever he had placed out for her to don. Today's selection was actually clothes of her own that she had brought with her but what was noticeably missing were the panties that she was getting use to not wearing but also there was no bra. She knew that this was not an oversight on his part, knew in her heart and head he expected her to not wear one today. The top he had placed out for her was a summer sweater, very soft to the touch but also clingy and would show off her uncovered breasts. She had never worn the top without a bra before, but she could very well see in her mind's eye how it was going to look. The sweater was a very becoming pale olive green with tiny pearl buttons on it. The pants he had selected were her jeans that he had requested that she pack when they had discussed her clothing prior to their meeting. He had requested she pack her tightest pair she remembered now and her reaction at the time she thought with a laugh. Now she knew why she smiled to herself. The no panties and the bare shaved pussy would cause friction and she knew that was his intention. She pulled the jeans over her smooth legs lying down on the bed to pull up the zipper and snap the button encasing her body in the denim fabric. He had said her tightest jeans and she had literally taken his message to heart. The soft but stiffer material than a pair of slacks against her bare pussy felt erotic, rubbing her vaginal lips when she moved off the bed to put on the sweater. The jeans fit her ass like a glove and the top sans bra clung to her breasts and her nipples hardened from the touch of the soft clingy fabric. It was very obvious she had no bra on and she fought the impulse to cross her arms over her chest and hide her breasts from view. She was still getting use to Andrew wanting to always show her body off to other men. Even though it never crossed her mind to not do as he instructed, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed that everyone seeing her today would see her nipples. Sliding her feet into her sandals, she quickly gathered all her belongings together and packed her suitcase. Andrew came into the room from his own shower just as she was closing the zipper on her bag. With him dropping his towel she gazed at the man before her in all his naked glory and desired him once again. Never before had she felt such strong feelings and emotions to be with a man any time and anywhere he wanted her. She quickly averted her gaze and set forth to do the task he requested feeling her body tingling from wanting him so much. "Baby, pack for me too while I am getting dressed and then we will leave for your apartment although we are just going to be there long enough to drop off our bags and take your car after the cab takes us there," he directed her as he finished drying himself. She made good time in packing his things just as he was finishing dressing and he walked over to her. "The outfit on you looks good baby, but you forgot one thing," he admonished. He reached toward her sweater and undid the top two buttons openly displaying the top of her bare breasts. There would be no doubt now in anyone's mind that she was not wearing a bra with the way her breasts were exposed. The material covered her nipples but just barely. Kaitlin blushed deeply knowing she was going to be out in public soon but Andrew wanted it this way and that was the way it had to be. "Don't ever forget baby, your mine; my slut, my whore, MINE! You are going to have to get used to me showing off your body to other men because that's just the way it is now. Although I do admit you do blush so prettily," he said lifting her chin to gaze into her eyes. "Yes Papa, I will try to remember that and not disappoint you," Kaitlin said meekly. He hugged her to him and placed a kiss on the top of her head as he motioned for her to help him gather their things to leave. There was a knock at the door and Andrew strolled over to the door to admit the bellhop that was to carry their luggage down to the lobby. His appreciative glance at Kaitlin did not go unnoticed by either her or Andrew as she blushed once again and her Papa just smiled. He pulled her to him as the other man watched, he placed his hand into her sweater and squeezed her breast stroking the nipple. Her face was on fire but her cunt began to throb from his touch. He leaned down and captured her lips rather savagely with his own letting the man know that this was his property, his baby and he tweaked her nipple again before removing his hand and swatting her butt to motion her out the door. She led the way as they all made their way toward the bank of elevators. She was mortified but knew not to say a word and it hadn't yet dawned on her that her obvious embarrassment when Andrew did things publicly was part of her appeal to him. Knowing that he was the only man allowed to touch her anyway he wanted to and then to never be chastised for it was exactly what he desired from Kaitlin and also knowing she would quite possibly always be worrying about what people must think of her but would never tell him no. The ride down to the lobby was uneventful while Andrew allowed his baby to get her bearings and to get over her embarrassment. He knew what he had planned for them today and was eagerly looking forward to it. He also knew what it would take out of Kaitlin to follow his wishes and he wanted her discomfort to be minimal. Time was of the essence though if his plan for today was to take place. The taxi took them to Kaitlin's apartment in record time considering the heavy weekday traffic of the city. With barely giving her time for them to deposit their luggage, he once again grabbed her hand leading her out the door and to her car. He took her keys from her hand and motioned her to get in on the passenger side. She did so and then turned toward him with a question in her eyes wondering exactly what did he have planned but didn't utter a word. She waited patiently for him to tell her. "That grocery store we passed on the way to your apartment baby, is that where Victor works?" he asked and it was then Kaitlin knew exactly what he wanted for her, for them. One of the things Andrew had her do when their relationship was strictly online, was flirt very heavily with a black man that used to be her employee in a previous job. The man still worked for the company she used to and had in a weird quirk of fate ended up working at the store that was in her neighborhood. She had indeed flirted with Victor repeatedly just the way Andrew had instructed her to do at the time, but had never been able to take it further than that even though it had been obvious that was what Andrew had desired. Now the decision was being taken out of her hands and she could easily guess what her Papa intended to try to make happen this evening for her, for them. Whether Victor would be willing remained to be seen and color was again infused on her cheeks. "Yes Papa, it is," she said quietly and her eyes downcast. She had known Victor for a number of years now so it wasn't like he was a stranger, but she still felt timid about what Andrew obviously wanted to happen. A part of her wanted it as well, but she never would have taken the initiative on her own and somehow Andrew had sensed that and was taking matters into his own hands. While she was showering unbeknownst to her, Andrew had called the store and verified that Victor was working today. He also had been in contact with Victor prior to his arrival to meet Kaitlin and had outlined for the man what his intentions were. Kaitlin had never guessed that Victor had desired her for years but never acted on those feelings out of respect for her. She had been a wonderful boss to him so many years ago and someone he still considered a friend and would never have crossed that line without knowing what her reaction would be. With Andrew taking the helm, they both were going to experience what each had fantasized about at one time or another. They pulled up in front of the store and Andrew motioned for her to follow him into the building. The nervousness she felt was evident on her face but she opened her car door as he requested to follow him inside. She fought the desire to cross her arms across her chest again and hide her exposed breasts knowing they were going to enter the store and Victor would see how her Papa had her dressed. She knew while she looked very sexy, it was hard for her to be 'exposed' to a man that had known her for years, one that at one time had been her employee and she his boss. The shoppers they passed on the way to the back of the store for the most part given the time of day and being a weekday at that were women. The majority of them really didn't give her more than a cursory glance although a few did smile in appreciation of Andrew's rugged good looks. Shortly they arrived at the meat counter where Victor worked and he saw them almost immediately and walked toward them. "Hi babe, long time no see," said Victor, as he looked her up and down with obvious interest in how she looked. He had always called her babe; it was a standing joke between the two of them. She had been his mentor a lifetime ago before he grew into the man he was today and their career paths changed. "Hi Victor," she said softly. She wasn't sure how much if anything he knew about her and Andrew and was almost tongue-tied in his presence. "Damn you look good babe" he said to her still openly staring at her. The lust he felt for her was obvious in his eyes, something she had never seen full blown before although at times it had seemed to be there right beneath the surface. At that moment Kaitlin realized that more than likely because of them being here and the desire she saw on Victor's face now, her Papa had planned this meeting and Victor had been briefed ahead of time on the circumstances and what her relationship with Andrew was. She also felt that he had been asked to join them this afternoon and that thought was confirmed when Victor said, "I get off in a few minutes and then can leave with you guys." Andrew spoke now for the first time and told him, "We will be waiting for you in the car. I'm parked right outside." Victor nodded his affirmation and her Papa took hold of her elbow to lead her away. She involuntarily looked back over her shoulder and saw Victor staring at the two of them and then he winked at her. Her face reddened but she smiled timidly back at him and felt her body beginning to respond with the knowledge of what was soon to take place. As her Papa led her away, she turned her attention back to the man beside her and glanced at him trying to decipher the emotions she saw on his face. She wondered now if he was disappointed in her that she had never followed through with Victor before when he had expected her to several months ago but was scared to ask. Whatever his thoughts were on the subject however, he was keeping to himself for at least the time being. She did feel that at some point in the near future he would tell her but she decided to wait for him to bring the subject up himself. Kaitlin and Andrew arrived back at the car and sat down inside to wait for Victor. They sat there quietly, neither one of them saying a word for a while. After a few moments had passed though her Papa said to her, "Baby, I do expect you to do this for me, for us and I am not giving you any option on backing out this time. I made it understood to you months ago this was what I desired and you never followed through. I'm disappointed in you but because of it happening before we actually met, I am going to let it go for now but I do expect you to now follow my orders to the letter. Do I make myself clear little one?" "Yes Papa, very clear. I promise I will not disappoint you this time," she said with remorse in her voice. Oh how she hated making her Papa disappointed in her and although he said no more on the subject, she mentally berated herself far more harshly than any words he had spoken could have or would. She was learning rather quickly that her own mental punishing of herself at times was in a way far more severe than anything Andrew could or would do to her. It definitely gave her pause for thought. At that moment she heard a tap on the car window and turned to see that Victor was there. He opened the door leading to the back seat and slid in behind them. She turned around to face him and smiled softly at him. "You sure about this Victor?" she asked not wasting time in being coy. "Very sure babe. I have wanted you for years but never dreamed it would be possible," he said in the deep baritone she would recognize anywhere. "Even if Andrew desires it to be a threesome Victor?" she had to ask. "As long as it just you that is touching me that's cool babe. I already told him that," he said pointing at Andrew. With those words Kaitlin allowed herself to relax a little knowing that her Papa might have a man join them many times over in 'scenes', it was only for her pain/pleasure and him watching having no desire for a man to touch him or vice versa. The short ride to her apartment was soon accomplished and the three of them headed toward her door. Now Kaitlin understood why they had checked out of the hotel earlier today and came here instead. He did it to put her at ease knowing this was hard for her and would be somewhat easier in familiar surroundings. They stepped into her living room and Andrew wasted no time in making things happen. Both men had sat down on opposite ends of the sofa while she stood unsure what to do. "I want you to strip for us baby. Take your time while we watch," stated Andrew. She slid her feet out of her sandals and slowly began unbuttoning the sweater. With only the two articles of clothing on her body, this 'strip tease' wouldn't last that long but she made the most of the time. Each button undone showed more of her luscious breasts and Kaitlin watched Victor as she undid them. He never took his eyes off of her as she painstakingly undid each button instead of just pulling the top over her head. Once the top was undone she stood in front of Victor knowing her Papa was watching intently. She opened the sweater and showed her breasts completely to Victor for the first time and her gaze dropped instinctively to his lap and saw his hard cock straining the zipper in his pants. She moved in front of him and used both hands to push her milky white breasts together and leaning down pressed them toward his dark ebony face. His pink tongue darted out to lick the tip of her nipple and she gasped from his touch. Moving away from him she reached for the zipper of her jeans and slowly slid it down. She wiggled her butt to remove the very tight jeans and slid them down her legs as Victor watched her with undisguised lust. Andrew was watching the both of them with obvious enjoyment as Kaitlin glanced over at him and tentatively smiled. He smiled back at her and nodded his head knowing she was seeking his approval to continue. He stood up and gathered her in his arms to carry her to her bedroom and motioned for Victor to follow them. He pulled back the comforter on her bed and lay her gently down in the middle. He then sat down in the chair in her room to watch her and Victor together. Kaitlin smiled up at the dark man and teasingly asked him if he didn't think he was a tad overdressed for the occasion. Those were the only words Victor needed to hear to strip away his clothing as well. In short order he joined her in the middle of the bed as her Papa watched them both. She was already very damp from the longings stirring inside her and wanted this more than she had ever dreamed possible. In this case though she became the aggressor as Andrew remained silent beside them watching. She pushed Victor gently on to his back and then took his enormous cock in her hand. She gently stroked him as she feathered kisses on his mouth, then forcing his mouth open with her tongue. She deepened the kiss as she continued to stroke him sucking his tongue deep inside. His cock was bigger than any other man she had ever seen or been with and she momentarily wondered how it was going to fit inside her but pushed the thought firmly away. She abruptly broke their kiss and moved her lips and tongue down his body. Kaitlin glance over at her Papa and saw he was stroking his own cock through his slacks as he watched them. Lower Kaitlin moved down Victor's body as her mouth sought the ultimate goal of his cock. The man moaned from the administration of her delightful tongue. He involuntarily pushed his hard shaft toward her mouth wanting it buried down her throat. Slowing she opened her mouth wide and descended down on it. His gasp was loud as it echoed through the room and then Kaitlin felt Andrew's hands on her waist. Her Gift to Papa Ch. 05 Day 5 - The Train Ride...His 'Whore' for the Day Kaitlin and Andrew both woke up early the next morning to the blare of the alarm. Her Master had wanted an early start to what he had planned for the day and had set it the night before. Pulling her toward him now, he reached around her to shut it off. Lowering his mouth to hers he kissed her good morning. She sighed contentedly against him as she returned his kiss. He forced her mouth open with his tongue and sucked on hers as he placed his hand on her mound. Pushing the lips apart, his fingers sought her clit as she moaned against him. Roughly he rubbed the little nub as she felt herself respond to his touch. She could tell from his actions and the lack of conversation between them he wanted her hard and fast this morning. It wasn't gentle lovemaking he was seeking but the desire to fuck her hard and she responded accordingly. He lowered his head to her nipple biting down on it as she lay beneath him. Only his mouth on hers and him sucking her tongue kept her from screaming aloud as he thrust a finger inside her gauging her wetness for him. Satisfied she was wet enough to take him, he pulled her on top of him and forced her down on his hard cock, plunging into her cunt. With his hands on her hips, he set the tempo on how he wanted her to fuck him and she complied. He lay there beneath her as she began to ride his hard cock, clenching him inside her. "Pull apart my cunt for me baby and stroke my clit", he ordered. She did as he instructed, searching for the little bud and finding it, began to stroke it as she moved up and down his shaft with his hands on her waist. She had found out in their time together her Papa liked watching her masturbate for him, liked watching her own fingers stroking 'his' clit and pushing in and out of 'his' cunt. She did things with this man that she had never dreamed she would do before. She was unable to deny him anything, the hold he had on her was that strong. "Harder little one. Fuck me harder", he ordered. With his hands guiding her, she increased her movements as her cunt sheathed him. She was wet enough now for the sounds to echo through the quiet room as she moved up and down his hard shaft. Rising above him and then slamming down her cunt on him, her butt hitting his pubis. His hands grabbed her ass now as she stroked him harder. Her own body was responding to the desperate way she was being fucked this morning, the way her Papa was using his cunt for his pleasure. She felt him go stiff as the first spurts of hot cum were felt inside her. He groaned as he filled her womb and with his hand on top of hers rubbed harder on her clit, demanding she have her own release. Pulling hard on the nipple that still bore his teeth marks, he ordered her to cum now for him. That was all the coaxing she needed and she felt her own orgasm race through her body. She fell across his chest as her body convulsed over him, his cock still buried inside her. "Good morning baby", he said with a grin in his voice. She rose a little from her position and leaned down to kiss him on his lips. "Good morning to you too Papa", she said laughing. Swatting her butt he told her they had no time to dawdle this morning. Grabbing her hand he pulled her up with him as he arose from the bed. "Go take your shower my pet while I lay out your clothes and fix me some tea," he said as he bent down and kissed her forehead. "We are going to take the train downtown since that is our destination this morning. It should be crowded this time of day and I think you remember our discussion from quite some time ago what I want you to do for me." "Yes Papa I remember, but I never dreamed you would be there watching", she said with a smile on her lips now. He had professed a desire a while back for her to tease and flirt with a stranger on a train ride. At that point the train service in her area was barely getting started but as gas prices rose and construction continued on one of the major highways of the city, more and more commuters opted to use the train service each day. At times it could be so crowded it was standing room only on the ride to downtown and for this particular idea of Andrew's that would work perfectly. As she showered, she wondered what her Papa would make her wear today. Not that it truly mattered because she would wear whatever he selected, but there was nothing in her wardrobe that she could think of that would entice men the way she knew her Papa wanted her to from their talks online so many months before. She soon found out however when she left the shower toweling herself dry and entered her bedroom. On the bed was the garter belt she had worn the first night they met but the articles of clothing beside it she had never seen before and realized Andrew had purchased them for her with this 'scene' in mind. The hose were sheer black stockings and she looked forward to the feel of the silk on her legs. The black skirt beside it was just a scrap of material indicating it was extremely short, much shorter than anything she had ever owned or wore. The white silk top beside it was rather sheer she could tell from glancing at it. She bit down on her lip and realized her Papa intended for her to be his 'slut' today and she was to be dressed accordingly. As usual, there was no bra or panties in sight and she was going to look more provocative than she had ever looked before. Without him 'making' her, she knew she would never have been able to wear those clothes before her. Color infused her cheeks as she realized what she was allowing him to make her do. There was no way she could deny him anything though so she dropped the towel and began dressing. "I want you to wear more make up than you normally do baby. And I also want you to use the rouge makeup for your nipples that I have provided you", he ordered in a no nonsense tone. "Dear God", she thought to herself. "I am going to look like a whore". She knew that was his intention though and she nodded her acquisition as she replied to him, "Yes Papa". She sat down at her dressing table only clad in the garter belt and stockings as Andrew left the room to take his own shower. As she made up her face using a heavier hand than normal, she let her thoughts wander to what was soon to transpire. She wondered to herself just how she was going to be able to handle this and 'perform' for her Papa the way he desired. Even though it had been quite some time since these particular fantasies had been discussed with Andrew, she remembered them all in full detail. She hadn't been able to do it for him before because at the time the train to downtown was relatively new and the idea just wasn't feasible, but she could now see it working just the way he had wanted back then. The difference now was that he would be right here watching and she was to entice a strange man with her Master as an audience. She absently rubbed the rouge into her pale nipples making them darker knowing that was what Andrew wanted, for another man to be able to see her breasts and nipples through the silk blouse. Finishing her make up she stood to get dressed. She had no idea but her Papa was silently watching her as she donned the clothes he had selected for her. She pulled the lovely silk blouse on and slowly fastened the buttons. She left the top three undone knowing that was what Andrew would want. She stood before her mirror above her dresser looking at her image before her. The nipples were very obvious in the somewhat see through blouse, much more so with the rouge than they would have been without it applied. Her nipples were rather pale in their natural state and the makeup enhanced them so they could clearly be seen. They hardened as she observed herself, her body giving away to the lust she felt doing this for her Papa. Her mind might be rebelling somewhat but her body was telling her it excited her to be 'made' to do what her Master wanted. She reached for the skirt and pulled it up her hips. The bottom of the skirt barely covered the tops of her hose and the garter belt and she knew then when she sat down for whatever reason, they would show. Just the tops granted, but they would definitely be seen by anyone observing. Without even being told she knew how Andrew would want her hair and now bent over with her hairbrush to brush it from the underside adding volume to her long tresses. It would give her that tousled "I just rolled out of bed' look that she was sure Andrew would want for the image he was trying to project of her today. Standing back up she was startled to see Andrew before her now. Seeing the look on his face though she could tell she met with his approval. He handed her 3-inch heels to her and she slipped them on her feet. The night she and Andrew had met for the first time she had been sexy for him but this went beyond that. This outfit screamed 'fuck me' to anyone that was to see her. The first night she was provocative but she now really did look like a slut like he had obviously intended. He wanted other men to want to fuck his baby, for them to see her as slutty as possible. He had no intention of letting anyone they might meet on the train fuck her today, this scene was strictly for her to tauntingly tease any man that saw her. He would be right there to protect her so nothing would happen to her but it was his desire for her to be a whore today. He was getting semi hard again just looking at her body clad in the clothes he had chosen for her. He had dressed himself while she was getting ready and they were now ready to leave. He took her arm and led her out the door toward the bus stop that would take them to the train station. With only a short wait because of the time of day it was, soon a bus pulled up and they got on. He had her sit in the front seat that faced outward as he went a few rows back to sit behind her and observe. There was a man sitting across from her and as she sat down the skirt did pull up like she had feared it would and when she crossed her legs the man got a peek at her bare pussy. That part had not dawned on Kaitlin but it had Andrew and he closely watched the man's reaction to his baby. The man's eyes traveled up and down her mentally stripping the women before him as he winked at her. Kaitlin knew how her Papa expected her to behave and she smiled back at the man casually wetting her lips with her tongue. She glanced at the man's crotch and saw he had become hard just looking at her. Even in her embarrassment at how she was dressed, it gave her a thrill to know she was responsible for that and felt her own body responding. If the man also got off at the train stop perhaps he would be the candidate for her seduction 'scene' for her Master. She changed positions and re-crossed her legs unknowingly once again giving the man another view of her cunt. Andrew watched with amusement at the man practically salivating over his precious baby. The man was now smiling widely at Kaitlin with obvious want on his face as he asked her name. She gave him a fictitious name and asked his, openly flirting with him now. They made small talk as Andrew watched from his vantage point. Shortly the bus pulled up to the train station and the passengers alighted to catch the train. The man was now close behind her not wanting to let this creature out of his sight. Her Master followed them both never indicating that he was with her as he allowed this scene to unfold. Sure enough, the train was crowded when they got on and it was standing room only. They moved toward the back holding on to overhead straps to keep from falling as the train took off. The motion caused Kaitlin's skirt to pull up some and her lovely legs were on display. The man was right behind he and in the crush of bodies Kaitlin moved closer to him. Her butt was now almost up against his crotch and he moved closer to her. When she didn't back away he moved closer still and she could feel his hard cock against her bottom. When she once again didn't object, he reached out to caress her ass as the train pulled into the underground tunnel beneath the freeway of the city. Raising her skirt a little, she felt his hand on her bare ass. When she still didn't object and because of the vast amount of people on the train and he knew it was highly unlikely anyone else could see, he reached under her and stroked her shaved mound. She could hear his breathing deepen as she allowed him to stroke her Papa's cunt with a smile on her face for the man she knew was watching her every move and would be there to take care of her if the need arose. She reached behind her and casually let her hand stroke the man's cock through his trousers. She heard his sharp intake of breath as he slipped a finger inside her damp cunt. As the train glided beneath the city the man started fucking her with his finger as she rubbed his bulging cock. Her pussy clenched his finger inside her as he moaned softly. Faster he moved his finger in and out of her and Kaitlin let her body go, somehow knowing this was what her Master wanted and desired. As the train raced through the city she came for this man but more importantly for her Papa. The man, who had told her that his name was Greg, felt her juices spurt and coat his finger as his cock ached beyond belief for this woman before him. Presently though the train came out of the tunnel and he quickly withdrew his finger. Holding it up to his nose he inhaled her aroma. Leaning down he whispered in her ear he wanted to fuck her so much. She told him she wanted him too and he asked for her telephone number. Sticking with using a fake name, the number she gave him wasn't hers either but he wouldn't know that yet. The stop she and Andrew had agreed upon earlier was coming up and she told the man that although she hated to she had to get off now. The doors slid open and she headed to the exit as she turned back to look at the man and licking her lips. With a slight wave with her fingers, she mouthed to the man to 'call me' and stepped out onto the sidewalk. She stood there as the train took off and soon felt her Papa's arms around her waist. She turned to him and raised her face up to him the unspoken question was in her eyes. He pulled her tightly against him and begun briskly walking down the sidewalk away from the station. Kaitlin had no idea if she had pleased him or not with her actions under his directions with the man on the train. She so desperately wanted him to answer her unspoken questions but prudently waited for him to say something, anything to let her know. She walked briskly with him to keep up with his long stride, her very high heels making it slightly difficult but knew better than to complain. Presently they reached what appeared to be a deserted alleyway between buildings and he abruptly turned in pulling her along side him. She was quite perplexed wondering just what they were doing here but firmly kept her thoughts to herself. All of a sudden she felt him dragging her behind a close by dumpster and he twirled her roughly around pushing her face forward into it the receptacle. He quickly lifted her skirt and smacked her bare bottom with his open palm. She flinched but didn't cry out with the unexpected torture to her ass. Kaitlin felt him spreading her cheeks apart and roughly shoving a finger into her wet cunt that was still dripping from cumming on the train ride. With his other hand he grabbed hold of her luxurious hair snapping her head back against him. If it had been anyone but her beloved Papa, she would have been petrified and as it was she was still somewhat frightened of his actions and rough handling of her. "You're my dirty little slut aren't you baby?" Andrew growled into her ear. "You wanted that man to fuck you didn't you whore? You wanted to feel his hard cock buried deep inside MY cunt didn't you?" As if to underline his words and their meaning, he cupped her bare pussy with his large hand. "No Papa," she stammered to him with tears building in her eyes. "I was only doing what you told me to, only following your orders." "You're lying baby, not only to me but to yourself. You wanted him to fuck you hard. You wanted him to ram his hard cock in your dripping pussy until you came. You didn't care who was watching, that was how badly you wanted it." Andrew said with his head close to her ear. Kaitlin was momentarily speechless not knowing what to think about what her Master was saying. But deep inside herself she knew he was right and she turned 100 shades of red realizing just how well he knew her and all her dirty little secrets. As if from a distance, she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper being lowered and felt his engorged penis up against her bare butt. She gasped when she realized what he meant to do to her in this public place but remained still and not struggling in his hard grasp. In one swift thrust his hard shaft was deep inside her very moist cunt. She was shaking her head side to side as if to say no she did not want this but Andrew knew better. He knew her far better than she had yet realized or accepted. "This is what you wanted isn't it slut? To be fucked senseless from behind by that man on the train. You wanted to feel his cock thrusting in and out you like this didn't you my little whore?" he bellowed menacingly in her ear loud enough for only her to hear. "No Papa, I swear to you I didn't. I was only doing what you asked of me. Please believe me," she begged with tears streaming down her face. "Baby we both know you're lying. You wanted it so bad, just like I am doing to you now." Andrew said as he plunged in and out of her fuck hole. Kaitlin felt her body's betrayal as she found herself pushing back against him as his throbbing cock moved in and out of her cunt. She felt her muscles involuntarily clutching him to her as her juices seeped out of her steaming hot pussy. For a moment neither one of them spoke as her Master fucked her hard, fucked her like the whore she was for him and her realizing just how right he had been and how much she wanted to be fucked, how much she enjoyed being his slut. "I'm going to ask you one more time baby," he said slamming into her repeatedly. "Tell your Master the truth. Tell me how much my slut wanted this." With her voice trembling and her cunt clenching him tighter, she managed to gasp out the words they both knew had been the truth all along. "Yes Master. Your dirty little whore wants to be fucked, needs to be fucked like the slut I am." With finally admitting that she gave herself over to this moment between them and ground her ass against him, without words showing him how much she needed what he was doing to her. Andrew's large hands encircled her waist as he fucked her hard and fast, grunting as he repeatedly slammed in and out of her. Her right hand seemed to have a mind of it's own as she lowered it to rub her clit as he fucked her grunting along with him. Her eyes darkened with passion as she felt the climax building inside her. Her Master furiously pushed his throbbing shaft in and out of her ever-increasing wetness. One corner of her mind fleeting thought of what she was fast becoming for this man deep inside her, but she truly didn't care as he branded her body with his prick. She had never really thought of herself as a 'whore' or a 'slut' because although she had several lovers over the years, the affairs had always been discrete. She had pretty much kept that part of her life very private reflecting her persona of how she was raised by her parents in a small town. In the short time she and Andrew had been together this week, they had done far more in sexual exploits than she would ever have dreamed possible. Andrew's movements jerked her mind back to the now of what was transpiring between them, him fucking her like a dog in heat. Fucking her in public with her skirt pulled up around her waist and anybody that happened to turn and walk down the deserted alley towards them would have seen immediately what was happening. Her face was contorted with the animalistic nature of the act between them and she grunted in rhythm to his repeated thrusts in and out of her cunt. Her Gift to Papa Ch. 05 "That's it my little whore, fuck your Master. Fuck me harder baby," Andrew gasped out as his rock hard swollen cock slipped noisily in and out of her dripping pussy. He abruptly pulled her hand away from her clit now telling her without words that she wasn't going to be allowed to cum. She briefly whimpered but knew better than to protest with whatever his intentions were. Instead she strove to fuck her beloved Papa the way he obviously wanted her to do this morning. Using her muscles gripping his penis inside her as she slammed her butt back up against him, she felt his hands tighten around her waist as he groaned softly. She sensed his climax was near as his movements unbelievably became even faster. Never before had she been fucked quite this hard and standing up no less she thought with a smile inside. Kaitlin felt Andrew go still momentarily and then the spasms of his hot cum shooting up deep inside her were unmistakable as his orgasm took over his body. Other than quiet groans and the feel of his seed dripping forth from her, the only other indication on his face was a slight bead of sweat to his brow. Kaitlin stayed in place however not even glancing over her shoulder to look at her Master's face and not really sure what was expected of her right now. The whole interlude had taken her by surprise and wasn't what she had envisioned at all this morning when they had left her apartment. She felt his now flaccid cock slide out of her but still she remained motionless unsure of what to do or say. She heard the sounds of him wiping himself clean with his handkerchief and readjusting his clothing as his zipper slid up once more covering his manhood. She strained to hear what was going on behind her and it sounded like he was pulling something out of his suit jacket now and then she felt a rather wide but not overly long object being thrust into her still very wet pussy. If she had to guess it wasn't much longer than perhaps 5 or 6 inches and felt alien inside her. Andrew moved the object around and then quickly pulled it out as fast as he had slid it in to her cavity. Kaitlin then felt whatever it was being pressed against her anus and with some trepidation realized just what the item had been. She felt her ass cheeks being spread wide as her Master swiftly thrust the butt plug into her opening as she bit her lip to keep from crying out with the pain. This was larger than the one he had her use before and she knew without being told he was preparing her ass for his pleasure later and now understood why he had left the enema on the bathroom counter for her this morning. She hadn't questioned its appearance and had used it as part of her morning routine without having any instructions from her Papa. Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes as Andrew pushed the plug deep inside her. Appearing to be satisfied with it position, he once more lowered her skirt while briefly stroking her engorged clit. Turning her around now he used his finger to tilt her lowered face upwards forcing her to look into his eyes. With his other hand pulling roughly on the hard nipple of her right breast, he spoke to her none too gently. "Don't ever forget baby you are my whore and you will ALWAYS do what I want, whenever I want and however I want. Do I make myself clear?" he said looking into her luminous blue eyes. "This was just a small test of what I will expect from you in the future. While you did perform admirably just now, I want it completely understood that this was not just a one day occurrence or a 'whim' but what life with me will always be." With her lips trembling Kaitlin answered him in the affirmative that she did indeed understand completely what he was telling her. Even with her mind set at times somewhat balking, she knew in her heart she would do whatever he demanded of his submissive. There was a small part of her that wanted to deny the hold he had over her but she knew deep in her soul it would be futile to even attempt such an action. She was drawn to this man like no other before him and even though she didn't completely understand the reasons why, she just accepted it as fact. In rapid succession he was stripping away barriers that had been built over the years. "You are to keep the ass plug clenched tightly inside you and not let it come out or I will punish you baby. It is to stay in place until I remove it. Do I make myself clear?" her Master asked her. "Yes, Papa, I understand," she answered once again lowering her eyes in his presence. She was slowly but surely learning her place by his side. Reaching for her hand now, he clasped it as he led the way out of the alley he had literally drug her into to take her as he wanted showing her beyond a shadow of a doubt she was HIS slut and he expected her to always remember that and behave accordingly. It was kind of funny in a way that if any other man besides Andrew had called her that before she would have vehemently denied it and would have been vastly offended. But her Papa was quickly stripping away the barriers around her heart and soul and she was becoming his in a way she had never thought possible before. Her dripping cunt proved that to her just how much she enjoyed being his 'fuck toy'. The way she was dressed right now, the look surrounding her face of the passion brimming within her and the unmistakably aroma of hot sex upon her body in her eyes shouted to the world she was a whore. Although she was deeply embarrassed about how she looked right now and yes smelled it was also a huge turn on as well to be Master's 'toy'. They neared the train station once more and after a short wait where Andrew never said one word to her, they boarded the train. Holding her elbow he led her toward a seat in the middle and pulled her down beside him. Since rush hour traffic was over with for the time being, there were far less passengers than earlier this morning. No one really paid much attention to either him or her as they sat there both lost deep in thought. Her Papa's arm was around her shoulder as he absently stroked her right nipple. Kaitlin wished she knew what he was thinking but didn't dare pose that question aloud. She knew in time he would most likely share those thoughts with her but also knew it was prudent on her part not to question him. The butt plug deep in her ass was keeping her arousal at its peak and her mind drifted to what her Master must have planned for the day. As the train sped through the city, her mind was conjuring up all kinds of scenarios on what his intentions might be for preparing her body for him. She knew him well enough to know that he did everything for a reason; she just might not know the WHY right away. Lost in her thoughts she glanced up and realized they were nearing the stop that was theirs and started to rise from the seat. Gently pushing her back down, Andrew spoke for the first time since they boarded the train. "Not yet little one", he quietly admonished. "We are getting off at a different stop where someone is waiting for us." Her eyes rose to meet his, the questions in her mind evident in her gaze locked with his. Even though she did not voice the thoughts aloud, her Master knew she was wondering what his plans were. Slowly he shook his head at her letting her know she was not going to be allowed to have privy to any information just quite yet. Lowering her gaze once again, the thoughts raced through her head wondering just what he could possible have planned for the rest of the day. It was evident to her now that the entire week they were spending together and been meticulously planned before he had even arrived at the airport. Reflecting back on all that had transpired thus far, she realized her Master was not only getting to know her better as a woman, but everything they had done together were 'tests' for her as his submissive. He had trained her from afar, shaped her and molded her to his liking, but up until now there had not been concrete evidence that they were indeed compatible. She fervently hoped he was pleased with her and although she thought he very much was, there still had been no mention of what might or might not happen after their week together was over. She hoped with all her heart he wanted her to be a part of his life permanently or at least however long he would have her. The train was slowing down for the next stop and Andrew stood pulling her gently to her feet. Stepping down on the platform, he motioned for Kaitlin to wait while the other passengers left heading either to their cars or nearby buses. Once they were alone, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a blindfold and fastened it around her eyes. After making sure that it was firmly in place, her Master took hold of her arm and led her to a waiting vehicle. Whoever was driving did not utter a word when Andrew opened the back door and pushed her inside so Kaitlin had no idea who the driver was or even if they were male or female. She felt Andrew's hands fastening something around her throat and her hands raised up to touch it wondering what in the world he had placed on her neck. Sensing her unasked questions, her Master spoke softly in her ear telling her it was a training collar. Her hand stroked the stiff leather and she felt what appeared to be a ring of some sort. He had explained to her quite a while back what a training collar was and how it might used on her. Like so much of all that her Papa had told her throughout his training of her online and the telephone, she had filed it away in her mind. Pushing her legs apart now, His baby felt him pulling apart her pussy lips and pushing something deep inside her. By the familiar shape, she realized it was the vibrating egg they had used on their first night together. With the butt plug firmly seated in her ass, the egg filled her completely and she sighed. Kaitlin then felt her Master unfastening her blouse and slipping it off her shoulders. He next slid the scrap of material that was her skirt down her legs only leaving the garter belt and stockings in place. She briefly wondered what the person driving must be thinking about what was happening in the backseat but she had already decided who ever it was most likely was part of whatever her Papa had planned. She heard rustling from what sounded like a sack from the floor of the car and felt her body being pushed forward as Andrew put it on her. From how it fit her body she correctly guessed it was a bustier. She couldn't see it obviously, but it was black matching the stockings and garter belt. More rustling followed and she felt his hands near her neck and then a soft click. Because of the training she had received, she assumed it was a leash her Master was attaching to the collar. They had never actually discussed him using a training collar or leash on her but knowing him like she did now it didn't surprise her. Given the circumstances, she supposed she should feel acute embarrassment over what her Master had just done to her. Even though she was blindfolded, she knew that he meant to take her somewhere, more than likely very public since he had someone pick them up and she seriously doubted it was a taxi she was in driving to wherever their destination was for this afternoon. On some level she was mortified but another deeper level she knew she was highly aroused and anxiously awaiting whatever her Papa had planned. Kaitlin could feel the car slowing down so knew they must be near their destination. The car turned and then came to a gliding stop. She heard Andrew open door and then he was reaching for her hand to pull her out of the vehicle. She struggled to attempt to hold her head high and the stiff collar did make it easier, but a part of her wanted to bow her head in shame. She felt the cool air upon her skin and knew they were somewhere out in the open and anyone would be able to see her almost naked body and the collar and leash around her neck. She wanted so much to make her Master proud of her though, so she valiantly squelched those thoughts in her head. Andrew pulled sharply on her exposed nipples and they instantly harden from his touch. She felt the vibrating deep inside her Master's cunt come to life and she concentrating on keeping both the egg and the butt plug in the orifices her Master had placed them as he led her away from the car. This act alone made her realize just how much his slut she longed to be and what she was willing to do for him. As they entered a door she could hear voices and knew it was a gathering of some sort. Kaitlin did indeed guess correctly because her Master had brought her to a BDSM play party for the afternoon. Andrew turned up the vibrating egg a notch and his baby struggled to keep it inside in her upright position with her pussy's every increasing wetness. She felt him pull harshly on the leash and he spoke aloud for the first time since their arrival. "Down on your knees slut. Take care of your Master's cock NOW!", he bellowed at her. Hurriedly, she dropped to her knees blindly seeking his zipper to release his throbbing prick. Gliding it down she reached inside his pants seeking his hardness. She felt both the egg and butt plug trying to slide out of her body and she clenched her muscles as hard as she could vainly trying to hold them inside. She wasn't successful however and felt the plug slipping out of her. Tears of frustration seeped out of her eyes knowing this would disappoint her Master. She heard footsteps approaching behind her as she continued to lovingly lick and suckle her Papa's cock, her hand gently kneading his heavy balls. The sound stopped and she knew whomever the person was seemed to be standing directly behind her. She listened to the man begin speaking to her Papa as she bobbed up and down on his cock. "I see your slut has been naughty and dropped her butt plug. Would hate to see that delectable ass go to waste now wouldn't we?" he laughed. "Mind if I take care of it for you my good man?" "Be my guest", stated her Papa as he handed the man a condom. "My whore will be shared with whoever wants her today. And any way they want her I might add." Speaking to Kaitlin now he said "But you are NOT allowed to cum baby, do you understand? You also need to raise your ass up so this man can fuck MY whore" She could only shake her head slightly with her Master pushing her face into his crotch letting him know she understood what was expected of her. Changing her position slightly while keeping her mouth around her Master's cock, she felt the other man's hands caressing her ass. He ran his index finger slowly down the crack of her ass and she shivered from his touch. Then his hands went around her waist and she felt the tip of his hard pulsating cock against her butt. She mentally braced herself for his entrance into her anus but was unprepared for his one hard thrust pushing his cock deep inside her. Only the both men holding onto her tightly kept her from collapsing on the floor as tears rolled down her cheeks. Gradually the initial pain subsided as her ass stretched to fit the cock inside her. Before long she found herself pushing back against the man wordlessly begging for his thick prick. With his hands around her waist, the stranger pounded her unmercifully taking his pleasure from her not really caring about her own. The egg had long since slid out of her momentarily forgotten as she pleasured her Papa's cock while the other man thrust in and out of her eager ass. Her Master was holding tightly to her head as he fucked her face with an ever-increasing tempo. Her cunt dripped juices down her thighs showing despite the pain and humiliation just how turned on she was to be fucked and used by both men. She felt and tasted the first spurts from Andrew's swollen prick in her mouth and opened wider to take him deeper down her throat. The man inside her ass started cumming as well shooting his hot load grunting as he fucked her. She felt his now flaccid penis slip out of her butt as she swallowed every precious drop of her Master's cum. The man who she had never even glimpsed his face because of the blindfold, stood and thanked her Papa for allowing him to fuck his slut. Taking her hand, Andrew slowly pulled her to her feet. She wobbled a bit unsteadily on the high heels she still wore. Her Master reached for her blindfold and removed it from her head, the sudden light momentarily blinding her. He reached down to the floor and retrieved both the egg and the butt plug and held them out to her. "You disobeyed me baby. I ordered you to keep these inside you until I removed them and you failed to follow my orders. You realize what the consequences will be now don't you slut?" he asked her in a low tone. Even though he didn't raise his voice to her, his disappointment in her was very evident in his eyes. Kaitlin dropped her head in shame that she had not been able to follow his direct orders, hating that he was not pleased with her. She nodded her head not daring to speak to indicate she understood what he would do to her now. "Bend over NOW whore," he ordered her in no uncertain terms. Kaitlin immediately bent over as he indicated and in one swift thrust he shoved the butt plug deep inside her ass not even stopping to lubricate it in any way. The egg was also pushed roughly inside her. She could only imagine what the people she saw out of the corner of her eye must be thinking of what was transpiring. Her Master then led her over to what appeared to be some kind of suspension bar apparatus hanging from the ceiling. He reached between her legs and roughly pulled them apart showing her without words how far she needed to spread her legs for him. Her Master then attached a spreader bar to keep her locked into this position. She could feel her inner thighs beginning to throb already and knew without being told of how much she was going to ache before the afternoon was over. He then attached her to the suspension bar literally hanging her from the ceiling. Her arms were stretched high above her head and her wrists were handcuffed to the top bar. Her spread-eagled legs were similarly cuffed to a bottom bar. Never in her life had she felt so humiliated as she did right now especially knowing what seemed to be the entire room was watching it all take place. Next he shoved a ball gag roughly into her mouth and tightly fastened it. She almost hoped he would replace the blindfold so she didn't have to look at the men and women staring at her, but she saw him shove it into his pocket and knew she wasn't to be granted that reprieve. "How long this punishment will last slut depends entirely upon you. If you drop either the egg or the plug at anytime, the punishment will start over from the beginning. Nod your head if you understand what I am saying", said Andrew. She nodded her head to show she understood what was expected of her and fervently hoped she would be able to do exactly what he was asking of her. Her body was already aching from the unnatural position she had been placed in but Kaitlin knew this was only the beginning and a part of her feared what might be transpiring next. But another deeper part of her was very aroused at what was happening to her as she felt her cunt throb and begged to be touched in any way. She desperately wanted to cum but knew quite likely that was not going to be allowed to happen any time soon and her Papa probably had plans for her punishment that didn't include physical relief.. Off to her right she heard the whistle through the air as what sounded like someone slashed a whip. Turning her head slightly, she was able to make out of the corner of her eye someone approaching her Master and handing it to him. Grasping it in his hand, Andrew practiced a few cracks of the whip before expertly bringing it down unexpectedly across his baby's tits. Only the ball gag kept her from screaming in agony as she felt herself writhe from the pain and tears pool in her eyes. He walked slowly around her and then another blow was administered to her ass as the other people in the room gathered around to watch. Kaitlin felt herself slipping into sub-space as slowly blow after blow was marked upon her pale skin. No part of her body was left untouched as her Master continued circling her suspended form and striking her at random. She felt the leather strike her exposed pussy lips as her cunt continued to throb. The actual pain was not registering as she slipped deeper into herself as she endured the punishment from her Papa. Her Gift to Papa Ch. 05 At last it was over as the crowd that had watched silently dispersed and left them alone. Andrew lowered her down and unfastened her bindings one by one as he held her in his arms. He rubbed her skin softly as the circulation returned to her body. He held a glass of water to her lips as she eagerly sipped to ease the dryness in her throat. Somehow this time she had managed to hold on to both the butt plug and the egg and her Master whispered in her ear he was proud of her and that accomplishment along with her withstanding the punishment. "Now we are going to do what I had originally planned in the first place before you disobeyed me baby", he continued whispering in her ear. "There is a couple I want you to meet and this also holds a twofold purpose this afternoon. As my sub, you are going to have to be expecting to be shared when this is what I want and desire. By 'shared' what I mean is that we will be scening with other couples. To put it bluntly baby, I will be fucking another man's sub while he fucks mine." With these words Kaitlin visibly blanched as tears pooled in her eyes. Unable to stop them, they rolled down her cheeks as what her Master had just said slowly sunk in to her brain. On its own accord her head began shaking side to side and she made no move to hide the revulsion evident on her face. The man that meant so much to her was asking the impossible. There was no way that she could do what he was proposing and she knew this to the depths of her very soul. Up until now she thought she couldn't deny her Papa anything but she knew deep in her heart this was different. On one hand since she had no qualms about her Master 'sharing' her with both men and women alike, it really didn't make a lot of sense WHY this was so different to her but it was. The very idea of him fucking another woman hurt more than she had ever dreamed possible and in a way she thought to herself maybe it shouldn't be different but she knew in her heart it was, at least for her. Earlier today she mused to herself she had really thought she could never deny Andrew anything, but now she knew different. With all the dignity she could muster considering her unclothed state and the circumstances, she stood tall and proud as she faced her beloved Papa and looked directly into his eyes as she spoke. "Andrew up until now I have done everything you have asked and required of me and I did so willingly and without qualms or reservations. But in all due respect, this is where I draw the line and I suppose would be what you have referred to as a 'hard limit'", she stated quietly deliberately choosing to use his name as oppose to Master or even Papa. "What you are asking or telling me if you prefer, is the impossible for me and I cannot and will not do what you propose. Even though it saddens me more than you will ever know, I will understand if this causes you to not want to be my Master after this week's trial we had planned." The tears were freely flowing down her cheeks as spoke quietly to him but she made no move to wipe them away much less stop them on their path down her face. She continued to look directly into Andrew's eyes and her pride was obvious in her stature and stance before him. Much to her amazement her Papa began to quietly clap his hands. No one was paying attention to them any more at this party now that her public punishment was over so what he said next was heard by her ears only. He pulled her tightly up against him and stroking her cheek began speaking. "I was beginning to wonder if the fiery redhead I knew was beneath the surface was gone forever my pet. Please forgive me but I had to know if she was indeed still there and was why I 'staged' this scene this afternoon. I have no intention of sharing you today or any day the way I just said." He lifted her chin so she was once again looking directly into his eyes. "Kaitlin I have no desire to have a doormat as my submissive and I had to make sure that was not what you were becoming in your attempts to please me this week. I admit this was rather harsh and cruel of me to try to find out in this manner, but I needed to see with my own eyes your gut reaction and not some performance you thought I wanted or wished to see. Baby, I have no desire to have a 'slave' like some Masters do. I need you to above all else to always be the woman I adore and not some cookie cut carbon on what you THINK is what I want. Above all else I want you to never quit being the woman you are. Being my submissive does not mean to me giving up that person that is you, the person you have always been. Instead, I see it as you growing under my tutelage. Do you understand the distinction baby?" Andrew asked. "Yes Papa, I understand perfectly although I do admit this frightened me a tad just now. I was thinking to myself you were not the man I thought I knew and it hurt, hurt to think I had misjudged my instincts so much about the man you are. Thank you for alleviating my fears on that score," she said smiling lovingly up at him. "Now can I get dressed and we go home?" He laughed down at her so glad his Kaitlin, his baby was still truly there and not some puppet he could pull the strings. He realized different couples partook in different things, but the wonderful thing about any D/s relationship was there were no 'rules', just whatever worked for the individuals involved exactly like any other relationship which so few grasped. He could see now that he doubted Kaitlin would ever bore him and life with her would truly be the adventure he had always been seeking but never found. "Yes, baby we can leave now and go home," he said to her kissing her forehead lightly. He led her quietly to the waiting car outside and helped her in as she grabbed the clothes on the seat and began dressing. He chuckled while watching her so very glad she was indeed his baby but more important at least to him she was very much still 'Kaitlin', the woman he knew he was fast falling for and wanted her by his side for way more than just this one week. But once again he prudently kept those thoughts to himself in order to not spoil the surprise he had in store for her. Smiling to himself, he thought of all that he had planned and knew now he had been right all along in his instincts of Kaitlin. She was definitely the woman he had been seeking for years and was so happy that he had found her at last. As the car quietly sped through the city, he was looking forward to just a quiet evening spent with her at her apartment with nothing more on the agenda than eating a simple meal and cuddling with her on her couch. Kaitlin's thoughts mirrored his own as she laid her head on his shoulder and sighed with utter contentment. It had been quite a day, but one that had brought them even closer together. Her Gift to Papa Ch. 06 Day 6 - Picture perfect day The previous day for Kaitlin and Andrew had been different but still very wonderful in its own way. Although neither one had yet shared with each other their innermost thoughts and feelings during the short time they had been together this past week, in some ways in felt like to both of them they had at last found their soul mate, With nothing that she was aware of preplanned for the day, she still lay sleeping cuddled up against her Papa, her butt up against his groin. Yesterday evening unlike the other nights they had spent together, her Master had not set the alarm prior to them going to bed. Andrew slowly woke up feeling her closeness even while he was sleeping and with a smile on his face he gazed down upon his baby as she softly breathed in her deep slumber. Yesterday had been both mentally and physically exhausting for her and he was reluctant to wake her as he lay there deep in thought. Never before had he known anyone quite like his Kaitlin and that was definitely how he thought about her now although he had yet to voice those thoughts aloud. He quietly slipped from the bed and although she stirred slightly, she did not awaken as he made his way into the living area of her apartment and soundlessly closed her bedroom door behind him. He picked up the phone and after consulting briefly in his small address book, he dialed the first number on his list to finalize the plans that he had started several months before prior to their first meeting. The time he had spent getting to know her both online and on the phone had him hoping that Kaitlin was everything he sensed that she was but he had known that it was too much of a gamble and risk to get his hopes up before they had actually met face to face and spent time in each other's company. Yes, he had indeed dreamed and hoped, there was no denying that, but he was realistic enough to know that there were so very many people that portrayed themselves different in the realm of their computer and the privacy of their own home. While he had never actually thought Kaitlin had lied to him in any way, the only resolution to it all was to meet face to face. Now in the few short days he had been with her in every sense of the word, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was meant to be his and he was ready to set the plans in motion to make that happen. He continued quietly with his calls as Kaitlin still slept oblivious in the next room but he also knew deep in his heart and soul that the plans he was making for the both of them would meet with her approval. She had never come right out and voiced those thoughts aloud the past few days but knowing her the way he did; he had known the questions she could barely restrain herself from asking. He was quite pleased actually that she hadn't asked and expected to follow his lead wherever that journey took them. One of the many reasons that he knew he was making the right choice he thought as he quietly replaced the receiver on the telephone. He slipped softly back into the bedroom and as he lay back down on her bed, she moved slightly and slowly woke. As he gazed down on her lovely face her eyes opened and a gentle smile lit up her face. "Good morning little one", Andrew said as she scooted closer to him as the covers fell around her revealing her naked form. Reaching out to tweak the nipple of one of her luscious breasts cupping it in his large hand, he heard her sigh of longing and knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her this morning; to once again ravish her body. However with nothing on the agenda today other than being together he planned to make this a day she wouldn't soon forget. He had every intention of making her wait as long as possible and begging him for her release before he finally gave in to her desires. She moaned softly now as he continued palming her breast and stroking the hardened pebble of her aroused nipple. With the other hand he parted the apex to her womanhood and slipped a finger between the soft folds. Oh how he loved her smooth mound as he thought back to how he had shaved it for her when they were at the hotel. He had already decided he liked his baby smooth and planned on checking in to waxing for her to keep her that way at all times. "Oh God Papa that feels wonderful", she exclaimed as she gulped in air as sensations rippled through her body. His exploring finger could feel the moisture easing out of her indicating her arousal. He eased the finger out from deeply inside her and massaged her clit as her moans deepened. And just as quickly as he had started playing with her, he abruptly pulled his hand away and swatted her on the rear. "Time for you to get up sleepy head and fix my breakfast", he said smiling down out her surprised face. "Get moving while I have my shower". She could tell he was serious as she squelched the thoughts running through her brain. She wanted to groan in frustration but didn't want to get the look he was so capable of bestowing on her if she displeased him in any way. It was ironically funny that all it took was thinking about it to keep her from giving in to her innate longings and desires. She had quickly learned that the look hurt far more than anything he could do touching her body and tried valiantly to keep that from happening. Holding in the sigh that she felt like letting loose she hurriedly rose from the bed to do just as he instructed. She was lost in thought as she left the bedroom and headed toward her small kitchen. She heard Andrew rise and head to the bathroom and cut on the shower so she knew she better hurry to do his bidding. As she pulled everything she needed from the refrigerator her thoughts turned back to the day before. She knew deep in her heart the more time they spent with one another, the more they realized how much they desired to be together. However, neither one of them had spoken of their inner most thoughts to each other as of yet she thought to herself unknowingly mirroring the same thoughts that Andrew had just minutes before she woke. Kaitlin quite simply held her tongue because she was scared to let herself believe she had at last found what she had been searching for her entire adult life. She felt safe with Andrew, something she had never felt before. She had never thought it would be possible for her to literally do willingly everything that this man asked of her. She now knew though that she had and would continue to do anything and everything he wanted her to do; her trust in him was that deep. Still lost deep in her mind's wanderings, she gathered all the ingredients she would need to make him an omelet and then set the tea brewing that she knew he preferred over morning coffee. Quickly she worked knowing that Andrew wasn't one to dawdle in the shower and she knew she didn't have much time. She soon had it all ready attractively arranged on the table in her dining alcove of the small apartment. She just finished putting everything except for their tea on the table when she heard her bedroom door open and her Papa appeared just clad in one of her over large bath towels. Her eyes gazed longingly toward the man before her. Although he wasn't what she supposed would be considered 'Hollywood' handsome, to her he was a very good looking man but even more so than that was his presence. The way he carried himself spoke volumes about the kind of man he was and always would be and it was sight she thought she would never tire of seeing no matter how much time passed or how long they were meant to be together. Oh how she wished he would tell her one way or another what his plans were concerning her and their lives. Her body was still tingling from the teasing he had done to her earlier in her bedroom and she wanted him so much right now. With one last longing glance at him she turned back toward the kitchen to retrieve their tea. Not realizing Andrew was right behind her until she turned to leave the small space and almost scalded his barely covered body with the hot beverage, she gasped out loud when she saw how close he was and what he was doing. As she watched mesmerized, he dropped the towel to the floor that had been around his waist. With his body still damp from the shower, he stood before her in manly splendor. Her own nudity she had not given much thought because that was how her Papa wanted her to be at all times when they were at home alone. She recalled in her mind just how he had phrased it to her only yesterday. "My sub in every way will belong to me and when we are at home, she will have no clothes on at all times to cover herself from me. There will be no barriers for her to service me anytime, anywhere that I deem I want it." His words came back to her now as she watched him, her eyes never faltering as she looked up at him. She waited quietly for him to tell her what he wanted from her at this precise moment. She knew him well enough now to know that he had something planned. She smiled inwardly to herself while her outward face remained calm and focused. "I want you to suck my cock my precious slut", he ordered her. "Get down on your knees right now". "Yes Master", she said as she hurriedly set down the teacups to do, as he was demanding of her as quickly as possible. Dropping to her knees on the hard tile floor she gently and reverently took his semi-hard cock in her hand. Just from the slight touch of her soft hand, he quickly swelled as she began to lovingly take care of her Papa with no thought of her own fulfillment because she knew when the time came, when he decided it was appropriate, she would be allowed to cum over and over again until she quite literally couldn't take any more. Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind her tongue darted out between her moist lips and flickered gently on his rock hard erection. His head rolled to the side as he laid his hands on her head, the fingers entwining the auburn tresses as he pulled her closer to him. Her scalp tingled from his pulling but she loved every minute of it and felt her responding wetness to the act they were engaged in slowly oozing out of her cunt. This man never failed to excite her no matter what they did and her body betrayed her every time with the corresponding slickness of her pussy with whatever act he did. She had never really thought of herself as very sexual before Andrew but now realized it had taken the right man to bring out the woman inside. Her hands reached around grasping his ass as she pulled him deeper down her throat. "Yes my little whore, God yes", he said with his head tilting backwards and moaning aloud with her flickering tongue all over his cock. "That's it baby, fuck me with your mouth." He tugged harder on her hair pushing his throbbing prick deeper down her throat. In a short space of time Kaitlin was learning rather quickly how to control her gag reflex with this man she adored. She wasn't very experienced in giving head but was learning swiftly thanks to all they had done together the past few days. She had always enjoyed giving blow jobs but now even more so because the man in question was her beloved Papa and she knew how much he loved it with her hot warm mouth sucking his pulsating member until she brought him to climax and swallowed every precious drop of the nectar that spewed forth down her throat coating it thickly with it's salty sweetness. She felt her body responded to the act they were engaged in as her cunt throbbed it's own readiness. She knew however that it was doubtful that anything would come of it within the near future. She liked to think she was beginning to know her Papa rather well and she suspected this morning was to be one to be remembered as he toyed with her before giving in to her own desires and needs. She felt his balls tighten up and his grip on her hair was harsh as his body escalated toward the eminent release at hand. His groans became louder as he plunged in and out of the willing receptacle of her mouth. She opened her jaw as wide as possibly to give him even deeper access and increased the speed of her movements. "Yes Kaitlin, oh God yes. I'm cumming little one", he gasped to her as the thick hot spurts erupted from his rock hard cock. She leaned her head back just enough for the liquid to spew down her throat as she sucked and licked all the sweet nectar from her Master's pulsating shaft. Despite her best efforts though, a little oozed out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. Her Papa didn't seem too disappointed in her as his now flaccid cock slowly slid out of her mouth. Andrew leaned down as he helped her to her feet. She swayed slightly as she stood but his arms were now wrapped around her holding her close to his chest. She could hear the beating of his heart as his breathing gradually returned to normal. She smiled up at him and without being told she knew from the look in his eyes she had pleased him. But he understood her so well and knew that she needed to hear the words from him. "That was wonderful baby but I think our breakfast is getting cold", he remarked to her laughing at the panicked look on her face. "It's okay little one. It wasn't your fault that I detained you", he said tweaking her nose as she smiled up at him in relief. "Do you want me to re-cook everything Master or will it be sufficient to heat it up in the microwave sir?" she asked with some trepidation still evident in her voice. "Reheating is fine Kaitlin", he said as he headed to her table picking his towel up off the floor and wrapping it around his waist once again. She headed to the table behind him to retrieve their dishes to warm up in the microwave. As she leaned across the table she felt his hand on her ass rubbing her bare bottom. With the other hand he reached toward her exposed breast and tugged slightly on the protruding nipple. She softly moaned from his exquisite touch. Kaitlin with the insight of knowing Andrew rather well now realized that he had every intention of teasing her unmercifully today and dragging it out as long as possible before finally letting her have an orgasm of her own that would mirror his release from just mere minutes before. In all actuality she loved the way he did this for her. She supposed some might think of him doing this 'to' her but she knew as he did it was for her and himself as well. Never before in her life had she been as sated and as fulfilled as she had been since his arrival just a few short days ago. She had also been mulling through her mind and her feelings that this went way beyond sexual attraction and greedy lust for one another. Each day that had passed had deepened her feelings and something she had only suspected was now staring her right in the face. With startling clarity it was so obvious to her now as she felt his smooth large palm caressing her bottom. She was deeply in love with Andrew, her Master and only hoped and prayed in time he would have some of those same feelings for her. She slid gently away from his touch to reheat their breakfast with her head lowered not wanting him to see what she knew was there in her eyes. She needed the time to deal with these feelings partially in hope that they would be indeed returned by he beloved Papa. She knew that he adored her; she felt that in her heart but was uncertain if his feelings went deeper. Oh how she hoped and prayed that they did and he wanted her as his sub and wanted her to be a permanent part of his life but she knew that his love would mean even more. The microwave dinged bringing her abruptly back to reality and she hurried to place the food on the table. Mindful of the hot plates not wanting to burn her bare tummy, she placed them quickly on the table smiling at Andrew and reasonably sure her heart and soul was no longer mirrored in her eyes as she met his gaze. She realized she thoroughly enjoyed waiting on him in this manner and hoped deep in her soul that she would indeed be getting that opportunity after this week was over and this had not been just a vacation fling for him. She so very much wanted to be a fixture in his life, to share their lives together but was petrified of him knowing these feelings. She must not have masked her emotions as well as she had thought she had because Andrew reached for her small hand and grasped it in his much larger one and quizzically gazed at her before asking "What's going on baby?" His question startled her and she didn't know quite what to say to him. She stumbled over her words and couldn't bring herself to meet his piercing look. "Nothing Papa", she said softly with her head now downcast. "Just enjoying the morning with you is all." He used his forefinger to lift her chin up forcing her to look into his eyes. "Are you sure that is all it is my pet?" he inquired softly never breaking eye contact with her. "Is there something bothering you?" "Just a little tired Papa," she said trying to break eye contact with him before the luminous depth of them gave her away. "I'll be okay after we eat", she insisted. While Andrew didn't quite believe her, he decided to let it go for now and continue with their day he had planned. He had a gut feeling he knew what was on her mind but he also knew the telephone calls he had made earlier and the plans for tomorrow would put all her fears to rest. He briefly thought about telling her now to alleviate what was so obvious to him that she was feeling since he now knew her so well but decided instead to keep the surprise to himself a little while longer. The feelings he had for her now were emotions he had not felt for years with anyone, never having allowed himself to get that close to any woman for a very long time. He hadn't really dwelt on it deeply as of yet but his heart was telling him that their relationship even as short as it had been thus far was deeper than anything he had ever experienced before. With each of them lost deep in thought they silently consumed the breakfast she had prepared for them earlier. The only sounds audible in the small apartment was silverware clinking against the stoneware of the plates as they quietly ate their meal reflecting in each of their minds the past week they had shared. For both of them it had been every thing they had dreamed it would be but so much more than either one had anticipated. Andrew knew now beyond a shadow of a doubt that the plans he had in place would further cement the bond between them. He wanted her in his life, by his side and he knew even though she had not said a word, it was what she wanted too. Kaitlin's thoughts in a way mirrored his own except for the fact she had no idea the extent of what he had planned for their future. Sure she had her hopes, her dreams, her longings; but she hadn't a clue that they were all going to come true. Tomorrow she would know everything but for now she was in the dark. He hadn't as of yet said what their plans for today were going to be she silently thought to herself and it was like he was reading her mind when he began speaking just as they were finishing the remains of their breakfast. It was uncanny to her how he knew her so well and it pleased her that he was so in tune with her emotions. She lifted her head up to listen quietly to what he was now saying. "To answer what I am sure is your unasked question", he said with a smile, "We are staying in today and I have plans for us right here. She looked up at him expectantly but for now that was all he said. As she waited for him to continue he told her to take their dishes into the kitchen and tidy up the while he prepared things in her bedroom but she was to wait in the living room until he called her to join him. Not quite sure what he was up to but definitely not going to question his authority, Kaitlin picked up their dishes and went to the kitchen as Andrew slipped off to her bedroom quietly shutting the door behind him. While she cleaned the kitchen she mused to herself wondering just what he had in mind for today. Finally she gave up trying to figure it out and finished with the kitchen. She sat down on a chair in her living room and waited patiently for him to call her. Her Gift to Papa Ch. 07 Day 7 - Goodbye or is it? Kaitlin awoke that morning with the trepidation that today was the day her Papa was leaving. The last week had flown by and her disappointment that the blissful week they had shared was coming to an end was evident on her lovely face. She had awoken before Andrew and leaned down now to lightly brush her lips across his own. He didn't stir, so she left him sleeping and sat up beside him thinking pensively to herself. The time spent with him had taught her many things and so many emotions played across her face. With all that they had done this past week, her body was sore and bruised but she knew she had made the right choice for herself and Andrew in becoming his sub. The only 'regret' she had if any was that today he was leaving her and flying home. She had hoped after yesterday he would have told her his plans for them but he hadn't. She remembered a poem she had written after they had really begun getting to know one another and how Andrew had stressed to her that one day it would all click inside her mind and she would understand all he was teaching her and what she was so eager to learn. She remember how she had been inspired to write the poem after reading so much on the different web sites that he had he look at and research in her quest and eagerness to learn all that she could about this journey of self discovery that they had embarked upon together. Although she had often written in the past, poetry had never been her forte and it had surprised even her when the words began flowing so effortlessly. Freedom to be me You gave me the freedom to find myself At my own pace... The binds that held me tight to you Were already in place... You told me once I would know Deep with inside me... When it was time to let the demons Loose and set them free... The path that began with a single step Was a journey of wonder and learning... The time spent with you in the beginning Had me forever wishing and yearning... While you shaped and molded me To fulfill your every desire.... You knew far more than me what it would take To set my very soul on fire... I know now this path we have both chose Will be forever etched on my heart... Even if life's twists and turns some day Force us into drifting apart.... Thanking the man that is my dear Papa In your infinite wisdom For letting me be the person that I was meant to be Never someone held in a mental prison. The beautiful words she had penned were written from deep within her and the feelings Andrew had evoked inside her from the very start of their relationship. He had loved the poem she had written for him knowing the depth of her feelings it so poignantly portrayed. She remembered quite well how he had reacted when she had shared it with him. He had been so pleased with her writing and always insisted that whatever she wrote be shared with him no matter how trivial it might be or seem to her because he felt that he alone would be the judge on that matter. She smiled to herself with the memories. The more she learned and the more she studied had aided her in ultimately deciding that this lifestyle was what had been missing her whole life and the more she learned, the more she craved to have the relationship that she saw with others and what they shared. Kaitlin had felt like a flower opening up to her Papa this past week. So deeply lost in her thoughts she didn't hear Andrew waking beside her and was somewhat startled when she felt his hand on her shoulder. Yesterday had been absolutely wonderful and her body ached somewhat with the paces he had put her through, but it was a delightful pain one that she was very willingly to accept. She had thought at one point especially after the fisting that he would finally share what his plans were for the two of them beyond this week of vacation they had shared but to her chagrin he hadn't done that even though she had hinted quite broadly. "What's the matter baby? Why the long face this morning?" he inquired. Her first inclination was to answer him "Nothing is the matter" but this week with Andrew had taught her that number one he would know her better and not believe her, and two that with him she didn't need to hide her true feelings like she had with so many men in her past. "Just sad that you are leaving tonight Papa," she said. This week with you has been wonderful. Better than I had ever dreamed possible." "The day isn't over little one," he said leaning down to cup her chin and bring her lips toward his own. "It is just beginning and I do have one last thing planned. But first...." With that he pulled her tightly toward him deepening their kiss. His tongue danced with hers as he plundered her mouth. His hands reached up to cup her breasts squeezing them gently. His thumb began caressing a nipple and it instantly hardened to his touch. She reached to touch him but he pushed her hand away. Somewhat startled she looked questioningly into his eyes. For a brief moment he stopped kissing her. "Later my precious baby. First I want to take care of you," he said with a smile on his face. "Lay back for me and relax my pet" He pushed her gently down as he once again captured her lips with his own. His hands continued caressing her body and she ached from her need for this man beside her, the man she had given herself to and reveled in that gift. There were no second thoughts; no guessing if she had done the right thing like there had been before his arrival a week ago. It was hard to believe it had only been one week since she truly became His. Now she couldn't imagine not belonging to him nor did she want to, but it was becoming harder to think as his wonderful hands stroked her. Her breathing deepened as he moved his lips to the column of her neck. His tongue laved her skin as she lay beneath him. Even though she loved every position of any sexual acts they did together, her favorite would always be him on top when she felt his dominance the most. His mouth moved to her breast and his tongue licked her erect nipple. She moaned beneath him as he bathed it gently. She felt his large hand move to her pubis as he softly parted the lips encasing her womanhood. Involuntarily she arched against his hand as she felt him searching for her clit while still caressing her nipple with his tongue. He opened his mouth a little wider and tenderly nibbled it with his teeth as his hand found the little nub between her legs. Softly, slowly he stroked her as she felt the wetness pool inside her. Her breathing deepened with what her Papa was doing to her. She had finally realized with this man, her pleasure became his as well. Even in 'scenes' with him her cumming was most of the time the goal unless for some reason it was dictated otherwise. He loved watching her explode for him regardless of the path they took to get there. His mouth moved lower still as his tongue worked a path down her torso. He licked her belly button and then moved lower again. She felt his hot breath on her pubic bone as his tongue traced a path on her slit. He fingered her clit rubbing faster as his tongue parted the lips. He thrust his tongue now inside her cunt and Kaitlin bucked beneath him as she gave into the sweet torture of her body. She was moaning and thrashing beneath him as he made love to her with his mouth and hands. In and out his tongue thrust from her cunt while his fingers rubbed faster on her clit. She felt herself slipping into mindless oblivion as the sensations took over her body. Her Papa as always knew how close she was to cumming and this time he didn't make her wait. "Now baby, cum for me now," he said as his lips momentarily left her cunt. Once again though he pushed his tongue inside her as she moved beneath him, at last giving in to the administrations of his touch. Screaming out his name, her cunt's juices filled his mouth as she came hard. He suckled and licked her as she trembled beneath him as the feelings washed over her. Raising his head he moved back up her body and sought her mouth with his own. Parting her lips and thrusting inside she tasted herself on his tongue. He took his cock in his hand and in one swift thrust was buried inside her and her legs wrapped around his torso pulling him in as deep in as she could. He pushed in and out of her as her hips rose to meet him. The mindless dance of lovers as old as time as they sought fulfillment together he claimed her body with his. Faster they moved together with her wetness sheathing and bathing his hardness. Squeezing her muscles around his cock as he pumped in and out of her, his tongue deep inside her mouth as hers touched his. Both of them panting and moaning their bodies slick with sweat as they lost themselves in each other. His hands reached under her grabbing her ass and pulling her closer against him, their bodies joined as one. He felt his balls tighten as his own climax became imminent. With one final thrust the hot semen spewed forth from his hard cock filling his baby up as she began to tremble from her own orgasm. He reached between them and stroked her clit sending her hurdling through that darkness toward the light. They lay in each others arms spent. His weight on top of her was welcomed and she thrived on knowing how she could make this man feel and him her. Together whether in a scene or just making love, they never failed to satisfy each other. Once again however her mind slipped back to where it had been before her Papa began making love to her. Sensing this, he lifted her chin forcing her face up to look into his eyes. "I have a feeling I know what is on your mind little one. Although I can't and won't tell you yet what I have planned for the day, I am going to order you to quit worrying. Is that understood?" he asked. She was having a hard time meeting and keeping his gaze locked with hers but the tone in his voice left her with no choice but to obey her beloved Master. She forced her eyes to remain focused on him as she heard herself utter the words he was demanding of her. "Yes Papa, I will quit worrying and just enjoy this last day with you," she said in a quiet voice. It would take every bit of inner strength she had to obey him this time because all she could literally think about was he was leaving tonight. Nothing had been said or discussed by her Papa on where their relationship was going from here, and she feared that she had not lived up to his expectations and when his plane departed tonight she would never see him again. Irrational perhaps given the time they had spent enjoying one another, but Kaitlin wanted and needed to hear the words that she was His. That he wanted her in his life and not just for this short vacation. He slowly rose above her and standing to the side of the bed he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bathtub in the adjoining bathroom. Sitting her on the toilet seat he ran the water for her bath. Once the tub was filled, her lowered her into the warm water. He lovingly bathed her taking his time caressing her body. It was he that shaved her this morning making his cunt all smooth and bare. Pushing her gently back, he stroked her cunt with his fingers and slipped her waterproof vibrator between her slit. She gasped from his touch and once again marveled at this man before her. He seemed very intent today on taking care of her as he slowly thrust the vibe in and out of her throbbing cunt. Her breathing became labored as she laid back in the tub and opened her legs wider to give him access to her body, to his cunt she had so freely given him. She definitely no longer thought of it as her own and knew in her heart he truly owned her now body and soul. As if he could read her mind he spoke to her now. "Who's cunt is this baby," he inquired. "Who does it belong to now?" "You Papa, it belongs to you," she gasped out as he fucked her with the vibrator. His fingers rolled her clit as he pushed it in and out of her. Her head rolled back as the sensations overtook her. "You're mine my pet, mine to do with whatever I want now. I'm going to show you exactly what I mean later today but right now I want my cunt to throb for me. Cum hard my angel." He stroked her clit faster as the vibrator pulsed inside her and Kaitlin let go of the cravings of her body and thrashed wildly in the now tepid water as her Master fucked her. Holding her breath she felt the curtain of desire descend upon her and then she was gasping out his name as she slid into oblivion. Her body spent now, she collapsed back into the tub as Andrew finished bathing her and then lifted her once again from the water. He dried her off and then carried her to the bed. This time it was he that dressed her as she was lovingly shown by his administrations that she belonged completely to him. It was as if he had to let her know with more than just the mere words that she was indeed his in every way. He dressed her in a pair of stirrup pants and a soft sweater, no underwear as what was the norm now. It was fast becoming a distant memory on what it felt like to have her body covered in intimate apparel she thought with a laugh. Leaving her laying there, he went to attend to his own shower and as soon as he got dressed he told her they were leaving for the surprise he had for her. Kaitlin was very curious to what her Master had so obviously planned but knew better than to ask. He drove her car with her as a passenger once again but he definitely had a specific destination in mind she could tell. She longed to ask what it was but knew better than to inquire, so she sat silently beside him sated from the loving way he had treated her today. Presently they pulled up to what appeared to be a tattoo and piercing business and she turned to him questioningly but he gently placed his forefinger against her lips warning her not to speak. He then reminded her of his earlier declaration that she was his property and she was not to question anything he desired. She nodded her head in agreement and he told her to follow him inside. Once inside he spoke to the proprietor of the establishment and it was obvious he had made plans prior to them coming here. She allowed herself to be led to a table toward the back where she was instructed to remove her pants and lay down. The man told her that he would do the tattoo first and then the piercing her Papa wanted. She gulped from that information she was given but only nodded her head in agreement knowing this was what Andrew wanted. He cleansed the area of her upper left thigh and liberally applied disinfectant as he prepared his equipment. Even with a topical deadening agent the first touch of the needle was painful as tears welled up in her eyes. Her Papa was holding her hand as the other man worked his artistry onto her thigh so close to her exposed mound. It had never even dawned on her to be embarrassed about showing her pussy to another man, she was getting quite use to being exposed for her Papa. After what seemed like hours to her, the man was finally finished as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Handing her a mirror he gave it to her so she could view what was now permanently on her skin. Although the mirror caused the words to be backwards, she could quite clearly see that it said "His baby" and also a small rose to the left of it. She smiled up at her Master through the pain of her tears knowing with this he had now calmed her fears on his leaving today. Surely this gesture meant he was not leaving her permanently and was here to stay she thought. She felt the man now applying the deadening agent to her mound as he used clips to hold her vaginal lips apart. Without having to be told, she now knew her Papa intended for his cunt to be pierced something they had once discussed briefly but never in any great detail. Just exactly where she did not know. She tensed up from the expected pain as her Master stroked her shoulder admonishing her to try to relax. Reaching into his pocket, he removed a box and opened it. Pulling out a ring he held it out to Kaitlin now for her to see it before it was attached to her body. It was silver and had a small inscription on it she could just barely make out. The words said "Andrew's baby" and she once again smiled up at him as the ramifications sunk in what the ring meant. He was branding her as his own and in the future anyone to see her would know from the tattoo and the ring she was indeed his property and belonged solely to him to do with as he pleased. She tried to focus now on what the man was trying to explain to her what he was fixing to do to her body. The piercing was to be done to the hood of her clitoris not the actual clit itself. Because of her clit being small, there was a great risk in desensitizing the area, something her Papa had no desire to do. He wanted his baby to always be able to cum for him and knew that the off chance her clit would become dysfunctional was too great of a risk to take. The ring was large enough that it would hang down outside her lips, the weight pulling it down. She would always now be aware of her cunt 'branded' for her Papa, a constant reminder to her that her body belonged completely to him to do with whatever whim overtook him. These actions of his today caused her heart to soar with the knowledge she now truly belonged completely to him. Even though his words alone should have been enough, she had needed this 'proof' that she was indeed 'His' and it was as if her Papa could see into her very soul and had known what it would take to make her believe him. He never once admonished her for doubting his words. Instead he had provided the means to prove to her that she belonged solely to him. "Thank you Papa," she said now vainly trying to forget the pain her throbbing body was experiencing. "You're welcome baby," he said smiling down at her and squeezing her hand. The man declared himself finished and told them they were free to go. Kaitlin pulled her pants back on over her aching body as Andrew paid the man and then steered her out the door into the bright sunshine. She painfully set her butt down in the passenger seat as Andrew started the car. She winced from the pain she was experiencing and Andrew smiled at her. "It's going to hurt for several weeks my pet but I think the pain is worth it don't you?" he asked. "Yes, Papa, very much so," she gamely smiled back at him. Once again he marveled at this woman that now belonged to him and thanked his good fortune on whatever forces had brought them together. He was happier than he had been in years and it showed on his handsome face as he caressed her hand with his. "I think it is now time to discuss what is expected of you in the coming weeks baby. I had waited until today because of what I had planned. Obviously because of the pain involved and the 'no sex' rule that must be in force until you heal, I purposely waited until this last day before following through with my plans. I want you to listen to what all I am fixing to say and save any questions until after I am finished," he ordered. "First of all you will quit your job and make arrangements to come live with me in my home. Once there, you will not be allowed to work outside our home because you must be available to me whenever I want. I promise you that you will be kept quite busy taking care of me both sexually and with my business and social obligations and taking care of our home. This will also give you more free time for the reading and writing I know you adore. Any other activities such as volunteer work and the like will be okay as well as long as they are approved by me in advance." " When you are home alone though I will require for you to be totally nude at all times," he continued. "Once you get there I have every intention of 'collaring' you my pet and you need to understand now that this week has just been a prelude in all that will be required of you. I can't make myself any more clear than reiterating that you literally belong completely to me. I think you have been shown while I can and will be loving and gentle with you at times, I am also strict and will be in control always. While I never truly like the label Master/slave, in a way it does describe what I expect of you and how you will be treated. You are mine now Kaitlin in every way and I will demand you act accordingly. You will not be allowed to question my authority or demands and if you do I will punish you. Do you understand all I am saying and accept my terms baby?" he now asked.