0 comments/ 30152 views/ 2 favorites The First Session By: Wayne Extreme Note: If you've read my other stories, you may notice a recurrence of names. I like using my first and middle names in my stories. That away I really get a feel for my writing. Like the others this is a fictional story. I really appreciate comments. There it was, the heavy guitar hit as Creed's "Freedom Fighter" hit, and I (Wayne Extreme) ran through the curtains down to the ring where my opponents Booker T and Test were waiting for me, while Lita was running behind me. My height had given me longer legs which gave me and advantage with speed, my short blonde spiked hair waved as I ran, and I tossed my Matrix-like glasses that resembled Neo's near the ring steps as I slid into the ring where I was stomped into the mat until the ref finally got Test out of the ring. Booker hit me with the Scissors Kick and did his Spinnerooni, but I was waiting for him. He turned around into my Fisherman DDT and I went for my Finisher; The Extreme Force, which is a Texas Cloverleaf that I modified by using as much of my opponent's back against them, by pulling them closer to me giving me better leverage. I was built as a powerful wrestler, performed as a speedy (high-risk) wrestler and finished my matches off as a technical wrestler. Test started to come in but Lita hit him with the Litacurrana on the outside and that stopped him, while Booker T tapped like a little crybaby after being in the hold for less than ten seconds. And with that, the match was over and just like my entrance I ran out with Lita standing in the ring. Test and Booker T started to advance upon her. Seeing this I ran back out and clobbered both Test and Booker T with a steel chair, saving Lita, and ran back out and went back to my locker room. Even though most wrestlers shared a locker room, I usually was given a separate locker room. I was psyched; winning this match gave me the opportunity to fight Chris Jericho for the undisputed title in a Triple Threat match with Triple H at Wrestlemania. I went into my locker room and locked the door like I always do, when I started to hear knocking, but ignored it because I hate to be disturbed. I sat in a chair in front of the TV with a water bottle waiting for the Hardy Boys match against the Dudley Boys for the titles in which I'd go out and help the Hardy's. I was sitting in my chair when I heard keys jangling and my door flew open and as quickly as it did, it closed and Lita was standing in my room, locking my door back. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Lita asked kind of pissed. "Excuse me for the phrase but, what?" I replied slightly annoyed. "Why did you just storm off like that and why wouldn't you open the door?" She asked still sounding pissed. "One, my job was done. Two, I like my privacy." "I've kind of noticed that. Why are you like that?" She asked a little concerned. "It's just the way I am; in the ring and out of." Adding a little bit of sadness in my voice. "What's wrong?" She asked a little more gently. "I just like to be alone." I replied sounding angrier than I meant to. "I do too, but I don't walk around always depressed-like and talk to nobody at all." "Yeah, but you're not me." I said. "True, but you don't have to treat people like that. You never know some people may actually like to talk to you. Why are you acting like you're mad at the world?" She asked encouragingly. "The guys offer tips, which is cool with me, since I'm new and all. The women and not just the wrestlers can't even stand to look at me. That's all the reason I need to be mad at the world. Besides no woman would even give me the time of day let alone talk to me." "Your wrong. I'd give you the time of day and from the very little that I have heard about you, I like." This she said a little seductively. From the TV I heard the Hardy's entrance music and headed for the door. "I've got to go. And I don't want to be rude, but could you leave my locker room, I need some time to myself." I turned the lock and walked out towards the stage, grabbing a chair and headed out to the cheers of the people. When I arrived, Stacy had the ref distracted while the Dudley's went for the "WAAAAZZZZZZUUUUPPPP!!!!!" on Jeff. I cracked D-Von in the back and he fell hard to the canvas, I jumped in the ring clocked Buh-Buh Ray, and nailed him with a Fisherman DDT on the chair. I slid the chair out of the ring and went with it and made my way up the stage while I heard the bell ringing, signaling the Hardy's winning the title, with the help of me, D-D-P. Crap that's wrong. With the help of Wayne Extreme. I went back to my locker room and stepped inside, apparently Lita left, even though deep down I didn't want her to. I took a step and kicked something, I looked down and it was a shoe, above it was a sock, a shoe above it, another sock, a pair of pants, a Lita T-shirt, a bra, and a zebra-stripped pair of thongs. "What the fuck?" I said a little louder than intended. Suddenly, the door to my bathroom/shower opened and out stepped Lita with a towel wrapped around her, but she was dry as a bone. "What's going on here?" I asked. Her red hair glistened in the light as she tossed it over her shoulder and said, "Well, I was going to take a shower, but I decided to try and get you to open up some before I do." She said. "How." Was my simple reply. "With a few tasks and rewards." "What?" I said, sort of sounding like Austin. "This first session is just to motivate you." And with that she dropped her towel, revealing those tits that so many men wanted to fuck. My dick started to throb slightly at this. "This will be a small session of oral sex, like I said, it's just to motivate you. The next session is tit fucking, the third is vaginal sex, and the last is anal sex. In order for you to move on to each following session, you have to make friends, but we'll discuss it more after this session." She walked over to me seductively, rubbed her soft hands all over my chest, dropped to her knees, and I started to laugh. Why are you laughing?" "Damn, that was a good rib. Who put you up to this?" Now she was laughing. "No one put me up to this…" She reached out grabbed my cock through my pants and started to stimulate it. I was in heaven, I hadn't had sex in a couple of years, not since my endeavor to become a wrestler, and with my busy schedule I just couldn't find time to masturbate as often as I liked. I was in bliss though. Just as I was really enjoying it, I heard my zipper, and then felt nothing but cool air on my lower half. Lita gasped, "Not bad. Maybe you should let a woman experience this more often." She said intriguingly. "I have to admit," she started, "you've got the nicest cock I've seen in a while. What is that about eight?" I simply nodded. Even though it wasn't very thick it could still do the job with length. Lita started to stroke my penis hard, fast, and furious. Just when I was about to come she stopped all together and pinched my dick so I couldn't come. I started to say something, but she just held up a finger. She lifted my throbbing manhood up towards the ceiling and licked from my balls up to the head of my shaft. After a couple of licks, she took both of my balls and sack into her mouth and started to suck extremely hard. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I started to run my hands through her hair, pulling on it to tell her I liked it. She then spit out my two hairy orbs, looked up at me, and said, "Ready for the 'curtain closer'?" (A curtain closer is better known as a final match in wrestling) All I could do was nod. With that she rammed all eight inches into her mouth and sucked hard, it was almost like having a vacuum stuck to your dick. It only took her about two sucks when she emptied me. I forced her to keep all eight inches in and to drink all of my cum, which she did. My knees shook and I feel to the floor with my dick popping out of her mouth on the way down. She was panting long and hard, "So did you enjoy that." Out of breath I just nodded. "Well, with this session there's two parts to it. I go down on you and you go down on me." I sat up like a thousand volts just went through my body. She crawled and leaned against the wall, legs spread. I started to crawl towards her and stopped. I got up and went over to her sexy thong underwear, picked them up, and then picked up one of my autograph markers. "Do me a favor first and sign these." She looked confused and a little disgusted. "What for." She asked a little frightened. "Well, I want you to autograph them for me; one, because if you feel I'm good enough, I want you to tell the rest of the divas about me. If that's okay with you?" She gave a little smile and nodded. "Two, I want you to have these on when I make you come with just my mouth. That a way when I'm alone and away from you, and I know it sounds a little weird, but I'll be able to smell your scent anytime I want." She smiled, "Yes, I'll do all that you ask. But you can only make me cum with your mouth." I nodded. She took the panties, signed them, and quickly put them on. I pulled the front aside and started to go to work with great force of my tongue. Up and down, in and out, around and around. With her moaning steadily growing louder and louder. Thankfully, God had given me a remarkable power to bring a woman off hard, with just my tongue in a short amount of time. Without really messing with her clit she was soaked. I pulled her nice little love button into my mouth and started to suck, and then started to use my secret weapon; humming. When I was close to bringing a woman off I hummed the first song that popped into my mind. At this point it was Aerosmith's 'Walk this Way'." She started to scream, luckily there was nobody else around me with a locker room, as her juices started to trickle out fast. Now it was time, the finale, biting. I bit down hard on her clit, she screamed hard, and started to squirt. The first couple of squirts went right into my mouth and I let go of her thongs as she came in them. I moved up and started to suck on her breasts. As soon as she stopped cumming she shoved me off of her breast. "My God. That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. You can bet I'll tell the other divas about you." Her thongs, now soaked, were slid off of her legs." I took them and set them out to dry. "Now, your homework is to talk to at least five different people in order to advance to the next session." She leaned up close to me and said, "Do you have a hotel room?" I nodded sadly. "Well, you don't? That's a bummer. How about you stay with me tonight?" I shook my head real excitedly. "Good she said. Meet me after the show and we'll head on out to the hotel." She got into my ear and whispered, "Will you be my special little toy, even if the rest of the divas do or do not like you?" "Yes." I quickly replied. Lita gave a little squeal and gave me a deep passionate kiss. After the show we went back to Lita's room, cuddled, made out, and I gave her another one of my patented orgasms, but this one was to the tune of "Dude (Looks like a lady)" also by Aerosmith. Little did I know how great the next couple of weeks or so would be. I went to sleep with divas in my head: Trish, Stacy, Torrie, and of course the lovely Lita. To Be Continued... The First Session The woman who enters the room is nothing like I imagined – in fact, she is so normal, so average, that I am both relieved and disappointed. "Madame Ariane" is in middle aged, not particularly tall, slightly plump. She wears an ordinary sweater and jeans – no leather, no chains, nothing that I would have associated with a domme. "Your sister wants me to introduce you to the pleasures of pain and the art of being a slave," she says, as she eyes me up and down. I nod, not knowing how to address her properly. Is there a protocol for these occasions? "I gather she doesn't want to do it herself, because she doesn't like to work with family," she continues. Was it a statement? A question? I stand still and wait as she circles me, looking at me. "Get undressed," she orders. A protest rises in my throat because of the suddenness of this command – after all, we hardly know each other – but I think better of it and dutifully take off my sandals, shorts, t-shirt – then I hesitate for a brief moment, but Madame's looks tell me that she means all my clothes, and so bra and panties quickly follow the other items which I have casually thrown on a chair. She walks around me again, inspecting me. She takes my right hand and gently places it behind my back, just above my buttocks, then does likewise with the left. I feel an electric tingle as she briefly touches my inner thigh, indicating for me to spread my legs wider. I stand there fully exposed, feeling fully exposed. I hear rustling behind me then see her step in front of me again, stark naked. I lower my eyes. "Look at me," she commands, and I do. For a middle-aged woman, she is in good shape. She is tanned, has good muscle tone, large, heavy breasts the sheer weight of which makes them sag quite a lot, with small but prominently erect nipples. She is a natural blonde – or does she bleach her hair down there? Surely not... "Are you disgusted by me, by my being so much older than you?" she asks. "Oh, not at all," I assure her, quite genuinely. "Good," she replies, "because we cannot work together unless we are comfortable with each other." It is the last I get to see of her, because she now puts a blindfold over my eyes, which totally deprives me of sight, of light... I am completely within myself now, in a world of my own, where everything is black, where there is no reality. As she adjusts the blind, I feel her naked breasts touch me here and there, and it thrills me – this intimacy with another woman whom I don't even know. She places one hand on my bottom, her thumb creeping inside the crack of my cheeks, and by pressure of this hand and an occasional steering touch on my shoulder, she pushes me into another room, a sound-proofed room as I can tell at once as we enter, because even the normal background noises of traffic and city are suddenly swallowed up. I bump against something knee-high – it must be a bed, or something. I am guided onto it, subtle pressure here and there bending me until I am on my hands and knees on this leathery, quite hard, surface. My knees are pushed apart, then I am forced down on my elbows, and I am aware of how exposed I must look in this position – my bum thrust out, legs wide apart, giving easy access to all those most vulnerable parts between my legs. I am embarrassed, strangely enough not because of my general exposure, but because my anus must be so visible... why does that disturb me? I am not given much time to contemplate, as I feel a bar being attached between my knees, keeping them firmly apart. If I arch my back downwards, I can feel my breasts making contact with the cool leather beneath me, and I become aware just how rock-hard my own nipples have become without my being aware of the transformation. I feel Ariane's nipples, and indeed the full and heavy bags of her breasts, sliding across my back, and it sends thrills through my whole body right down into my crotch. She strokes me gently, her hand resting on my buttocks, her fingers over my slit, probing the wetness that is already there. Suddenly I feel a great weight on me – Ariane must have dropped herself onto my back – and I collapse downwards, my tits getting squashed beneath me with a sudden jolt, causing a lot of pain, a jab at first in each breast, followed by a dull, thudding ache. I want to clasp my hands to my tits, to squeeze the pain out of them, but I can't because they have been grabbed and cuffed behind my back. Ariane is sitting on my back now, pushing down heavily on it. I feel her slit against my spine... is she wet, or do her pussy lips just feel cool? Her hand is back on my bottom now, still sliding up and down my slit with her fingers then, suddenly, I feel a stinging pain in my right butt as she slaps it, another sting as she slaps the left one, then a series of slaps, making my bottom wiggle with each explosive contact. Gradually, the target area widens – she is now hitting my upper legs and lower back as well as my cheeks. Her slaps fall lower and lower on the inside of my thighs, then gradually working their way up to my shaved and exposed cunt, until finally the first slap hits my engorged lips. I buck in pain, nearly throwing Ariane off, but with my legs forced apart and my hands behind my back, I cannot get enough leverage to raise myself... The slaps continue raining on and around my sensitive womanhood, I cry in pain, but, at the same time, I am getting incredibly hot, physically and emotionally. I feel my lower lips engorging, both from the punishment they receive and from my getting so incredibly turned on. It stops – no more blows. I am sobbing quietly from pain, shame, embarrassment, but I haven't used the safe word, I'm still in the game. I am being turned around – not an easy task considering my awkwardness with knees spread apart by a bar - my sore bottom now slightly soothed by the coolness of the leather, but inflamed further by the pressure of my own weight on the tortured skin. I can feel Ariane standing over me, even though I have no physical evidence for that fact. I tense up imagining what she will do next. A sudden slap of her hand between my legs makes me jolt up again, but I am somewhat used to her hits in that area by now, and so relax and let her continue. In fact, the more she slaps me there, the more the stings of contact approach my clit, the hotter I get. "You are enjoying this," she suddenly exclaimed. "Your sister was right, you are the perfect little punishment slave. But we can't make things too easy for you..." The slaps stop, and again I feel Ariane's weight on me, this time as she is sitting on my belly. And yes, she really is wet herself, I can now tell for certain! 'Oh no', I suddenly think, fearing the worst, 'don't hit my tits, please don't hit my tits'... but out loud I say nothing and therefore have no-one to blame when my fears come true and the slaps start raining down on my boobs, intermingled with little flicks against my rock-hard nips. I feel my breasts wobble, waves of tit-flesh rolling back and forth with the waves of pain going through them. The safe-word? Shall I use the safe-word? We'd discussed it via email before I ever met Ariane – would she even remember what it was, if I use it now? But I bite my lip and endure, feeling a warmth creep into my breasts both from the outside stinging slaps inwards and from the inside out, until my breasts are molten lava. Suddenly silence, relief, no more. Ariane has gotten off me. I concentrate on the hot-spots of my body, my tits, which I can feel quite distinctly from each other, my bum, my crotch, my painfully engorged clit... I am so preoccupied, I don't even realise how my feet are tied to second bar, how my arms are un-cuffed and immediately re-cuffed to yet another bar, pulled outwards, so that I am now spread-eagled, almost incapable of any movement at all. Again, I am turned around very awkwardly, every movement hurting like hell in all the places attached to the spreaders. Then I am made to kneel, with the bars attached to hands and feet being locked into something behind me. A wide belt is put around my middle, and then I feel it being pulled forward, so that I am now tied up in a most awkward position arms and legs pulled back, belly pulled forward, immobilising me totally, and exposing me completely, vulnerably. "What do you think?" I hear Ariane's voice. But the question isn't directed at me, as I quickly discover when I hear a muffled voice answer "great" – it's a distorted voice, but I can tell it's a man's voice. I try to struggle, because I suddenly feel so totally naked and publicly exposed, but it's in vain, I can't move. I feel the man's hands all over me, touching my breasts - lifting their heaviness then dropping them, prodding them, squeezing them - on my belly, between my legs, then he strokes me from behind, dragging the edge of his hand between my wet pussy lips and up between the cheeks of my bum. He is naked and very turned on, I can feel the pre-cum covered tip of his penis making contact with me as he touches me here and there. 'He is not going to fuck me', I think, but that doesn't seem to be his intention just at the moment. Instead, he attaches clips to all the sensitive areas of my body, at first one to each tip of my nips, then pinching the skin around the tips with his fingers, he attaches more clips to the nipples themselves, then to the soft skin of my under-tits. From there he moves to my crotch, attaching clips along each of my outer lips, then pushing the hood of my clit back with his fingers, he teases it out and attaches another clip there. I scream out in pain, but I don't give in... not yet... I am left for a while, contemplating, getting used to the pain, getting used to the embarrassing position, and, surprisingly, continuing to get more and more turned on. When they return after a while, I am just about ready to explode. Without any discussion amongst them or explanation to me, the bars are unhooked, the bar between my knees is removed, and I am unceremoniously thrown on my back on the bed. The clips are pulled off one by one, causing sensational pain in the process, and indescribable relief afterwards. The bar on my hands is hooked above my head, then the bar between my feet is raised and also locked above my head, putting me into a totally cunt-exposed kind of missionary position. I feel a ribbed condom against my lower lips – there is a brief hesitation, perhaps to give me the opportunity to use the safe word? – then I feel my male tormentor plunge into me and fuck the living daylights out of me, roughly, rapidly, pulling and pushing my raw tormented pussy-flesh until I cum with shudders running through my body. As I come down a little, I am aware that he is still plunging into me, I feel his tight ball-sac make contact with the base of my opening with each stroke, and I climb that hill again until I explode again with unbelievable force and intensity. He too reaches his climax at this point, I can feel him twitch in and against me, then, after a brief rest while his body lies heavily against my chest, he rolls off. I am almost sorry that he didn't fill me with his juices, that the condom took it all, because I would have enjoyed feeling his wetness trickle out of me and down between the cheeks of my bum. I am unhooked, the bars are taken away, and I am allowed to rest, still blindfolded. Shall I give them time to let the man go away, make this a totally anonymous fuck? I hope not, because I am dying to see who has just entered my body so intimately, but I wait a little while. Finally, I take my blindfold off, briefly glance down on myself – everything still seems to be where it is supposed to be, my skin is rather red from the mistreatment it has received, but otherwise intact – then I notice my fucking partner sitting at the bottom of the bed... my own current lover, obviously brought in on this by my sister... He sits there sheepishly, wondering whether I'll be angry with him, and for a brief moment I am contemplating planting my knee firmly in his groin for deceiving me like this, being part of my humiliation, but then I opt for a hug instead. He knows about my fantasies, so there is no real reason he shouldn't be part of turning them into reality. Ariane, fully dressed again, enters the room and gives me a kiss on the forehead. "How did you go with your first session?" she asks. I give her a tight hug, words would not do right now... The First Session His hand came down hard on her firm backside. She squirmed very little at the hard spanking her master was giving her. She was new to the world of being a slave, but she was very much so enjoying it. When Samantha had first met her new master and saw his dungeon down in his basement she could not believe people actually had areas of their home like that. The area was dark besides small areas that were lit from above by circles of light. While you could not see the whole room easily all the important parts were brightly lit. At the moment she was bent over a wooden table. Her legs spread wide with her ankles tied to separate legs of the table, while her breasts pressed down onto the top of the table with her arms spread to the right and left her wrists bound to the tops of the opposite table legs. She had never been bound like this before and never thought it would be done by someone as young as her master. Her master was only twenty-two and she was twenty-six but he did not look or act like any twenty-two year old she had ever met. His body was cut from the top down with muscle. His muscle was lean but very defined showing off his body well. He had a strong personality, but had been very kind when they spoke before meeting. Now she was bound to his table and under his total control. "Does my slave enjoy her ass being spanked?" Samantha's master asked her. "Yes master," she replied being honest. Samantha's master, Chris, walked in front of her wearing only his dark jeans. Samantha could not help but admire his well-built upper body and was surprised when he got down in front of her like a catcher and got his face close to hers. His hand slid through her hair and gripped it tight making sure she kept her face forward. He leaned in and kissed her deeply. His kiss powerful yet gentle. Sam's lips moved to match his as they kissed deeply. The couple kissed like this for a few moments before Chris stood back up in front of Sam. With a smile on his face Chris began to remove his pants and say "now you get to give something else attention with that pretty mouth." Sam was actually excited as she enjoyed sucking cock and as Chris dropped his pants she could already see a large bulge in his boxers. Chris kicked his pants away and then slid his boxers down revealing his long, thick, smooth cock. Sam didn't mind if a guy didn't shave, but enjoyed it when they did. Chris took a step forward and his cock was pressed against Sam's lips. "Open slave," Chris ordered. Sam did just that and Chris slid his cock into her mouth. Sam tightened her lips around Chris' member and began sucking as he slid slowly back and forth in her mouth. Sam was very aroused at how Chris was able to dominate her without being harsh or rough. His very demeanor made her want to serve him and that is why she happily took his cock into her mouth. Chris let his hand slide through Sam's hair and had her taking more of his cock into her sweet, little mouth. Before long the hard member in Sam's mouth was pressing against her throat and after a few more minutes her relaxed throat accepted the long, thick member. Chris moaned deeply as he began to throat fuck Sam enjoying the warmth and tightness of his slave's throat. Sam was comfortable taking her master's cock and even enjoyed pleasuring him as much as she apparently was as her pussy slowly moistened the table she was on. Sam knew her master was getting closer to orgasm as his moan became slightly louder and more frequent. Sam was hoping that Chris would slide his cock out of her throat and then she knew she could use her tongue to make him orgasm. Chris slid his cock into Sam's throat a few more times before pulling back a little into her mouth. Sam seized the opportunity and tightened her lips around Chris' cock while also sliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft. Chris was caught off guard by the instant pulse of pleasure and could not help but unload his cum into his slave's waiting mouth. Chris held his cock inside Sam's mouth as he came, and Sam would have it no other way. Sam always enjoyed swallowing cum and that did not change with her master. After a few seconds Chris had deposited his entire load and Sam swallowed it anxiously. "Well done slave, pleasure me and you shall be pleasured." Chris said to Sam. Sam was not sure exactly how she would be pleasured, but Chris began undoing her restraints. Within moments she was no longer in bondage and Chris was lifting her onto the table facing the direction her butt was facing before. Chris lifted Sam's legs so her feet were flat on the table, knees bent. Sam rested back on her elbows, holding her upper body up to watch Chris. Chris spread Sam's legs while keeping her knees bent, taking a look at her wet pussy. Chris lowered himself to his knees and pulled Sam right to the edge of the table. He slowly leaned in and licked along her wet slit. Sam shivered slightly and lied back as Chris began to take gentle, long licks along Sam's pussy. Chris enjoyed the taste of his slave's pussy and knew that he would consistently reward good behavior with pleasure for his slave. Chris slid his tongue up to his slave's clit and began to concentrate there. Sam moaned from the pleasure and was beginning to play with her tits and hard nipples. Chris slid two fingers along Sam's slit and found her tight, but very wet entrance. Chris circled the tight, soaked hole for a few moments before gently sliding his fingers into Sam. Sam felt the insertion and could feel her pussy tight around Chris' fingers. Chris began to stroke the inside of Sam's pussy making sure to hook his fingers so Sam's g-spot was struck with each motion. Sam could not believe the pleasure and attention she was getting from her master. She knew that she would enjoy her time with her master, but never knew she would be getting completely focused pleasure from him to her. Sam knew that Chris was a smart master though, by giving her pleasure he ensured her submission. Sam felt herself getting caught up in thoughts of future sessions and imagined Chris fucking her with his hard cock. Her body bent back over the table, Chris' cock drilling her from behind as his hands slapped down on her ass. Sam bucked her hips and moaned loudly as her thoughts got carried away and Chris' tongue and fingers kicked into overdrive. "Oh master," Sam moaned out as she was pleasured. Chris kept his work up feeling Sam's pussy get even more wet and occasionally grip his fingers. Sam was on the verge of orgasm and as she imagined her master fucking her hard and deep she felt Chris' fingers hit her on the perfect spot. Sam moaned out loudly and her whole body rocked as waves of pleasure radiated through her body. Chris felt the vice like grip clench down on his fingers as his slave orgasmed. Chris slowed his fingers and stopped his tongue allowing his slave to ride her orgasm. After a few moments Sam's body relaxed and she was left breathing heavy on the table. Chris rose to his feet and put his bottoms back on completely. "How do you feel slave?" Chris asked Sam. "Used, but very satisfied as well." Sam replied between breaths. "Good slave now when you feel ready you may shower and then you may go, but I expect you at the same time next week understand?" Chris told Sam. "Yes master," Sam replied still recovering from their session. Chris smiled and walked out of the room as Sam slowly regained her composure and slid off the table, heading out of the room as she had left her clothes in the guest bathroom already. As the warm water washed her naked body she could not wait for the next session with Chris and as she headed home she could not help but think of what sort of future Chris would bring her.