1 comments/ 25352 views/ 6 favorites I Am His By: Eduarlo The Man This was it. There was no turning back now. This would be Celeste's last great adventure before she turned 40. She should count this as an early birthday present, she thought, bemused. He was standing over her as she sat on the edge of the bed. He wore only a thin pair of silk briefs that stretched over his ridiculously tight ass and massive front bulge like a second skin. She was feeling a bit light-headed from the champagne, and her heart was beating decidedly faster now. She was feeling more and more powerless to call it all off, but why should she anyway? She knew what she was doing, and the sight of this glorious specimen of manhood made her feel alive with an overwhelming urge to feel his body in every way imaginable and unimaginable. Bracing herself with a shot of the last bit of champagne, she resolved to take all the pleasure this man could give her. She untied her robe and let it fall off her shoulders, revealing her imperceptibly quivering, naked body. At thirty-nine, she was still an exquisite woman, and she knew it. She wouldn't be in this hotel room with a man fifteen years her junior who looked like a sculpted Adonis if she was anything less than perfect herself. And she was. Every inch of her lithe, toned figure was absolutely perfect. From her unblemished smooth skin to her beautiful, soft, grey eyes shrouded by silky dark hair, and from the graceful arch of her back and sublime curve of her hips and supple derriere to her wonderfully formed round breasts with their sharply erect nipples, she was a vision that would melt any man to the quick. But for all her confidence and experience, she couldn't help feeling a bit like the frightened adolescent deer in the wolf's headlights. After all, she had been married for 14 years, and she was on the verge of having her way with a personal trainer from her health club she had only known personally for a few weeks. This was the kind of thing that one read about, but never experienced. She laughed to herself when she thought about how cliched it all was: The tired executive trapped in a loveless, passionless marriage escapes to a night of wanton debauchery with a young stud from the gym. But he was no ordinary young stud. In fact he was definitely exceptional, by any standard. This god with the perfectly proportioned, chiseled body, rugged good looks and easy charm had practically swept her off her feet and stirred an animal desire that she had never felt for a man before. He exuded a vibrant sexual energy, and she wondered how many hapless, dullard husbands or boyfriends had lost their women to his bed, where they willingly submitted to becoming his plaything for a night. She had heard all the rumors about him, and they made her excited and a bit afraid. Afraid the way an inexperienced teen might be just before losing her innocence to an older, more worldly man. But she was the older woman! Why should she be nervous? Perhaps because he had already claimed at least six other women from the club as conquests, one of whom was a friend of hers. The whispers about his size, his stamina, his sheer power in bed and the things that he could do to you and make you feel had made him practically a legend at BodyWorks. The management knew about his philandering but didn't seem to mind as it probably accounted for a good number of their female clients. Her story had started something like this. She had been watching him for about three months, just like every other red-blooded woman on site, when fortune brought her into the picture. Her friend Samantha asked her to lunch one day because she had something juicy to tell her. Sam asked her what she thought of Mick. She smiled and then Sam smiled back since she knew the answer. Celeste had heard that the two of them had something going on. Sam was unabashed about telling the whole sordid story. Apparently he had taken her to his apartment after her workout one night, where they proceeded to get extremely nasty. She outlined in graphic detail how they fucked for some three hours nonstop. Little did Celeste suspect what she would hear from her friend during the next fifteen minutes. "How many times do you think he came?" Sam asked with an almost evil grin. "Are you kidding me?" Celeste said as she rolled her eyes. Sam paused for a moment and spoke deliberately. "Six. He fucking came six times." "You're making that up. A man can't do that. The most my husband could ever manage was probably three in about two hours," Celeste exclaimed. "Six times," she repeated. "We're not talking about your husband or my husband or any of those limp wrists from the office. He's a sexual monster, insatiable. That night with him is probably the closest thing to a religious experience I'll ever have. It was the best night of my life." "You're serious. You're really serious. My god, six times? I don't think I cum six times in a week anymore. Is there anything else?" asked a bewildered Celeste. "Like I said, it was the most incredible sex of my life. He was like an animal and so was I. We fucked for hours, and he never tired out. He had me in every way, and I couldn't get enough of him. I actually had to call in sick at work the next day because I was so worn out from having that jackhammer of his rammed into me a few thousand times. He's a fucking incredible superman." "Jesus," Celeste whispered. At this moment, she realized she was getting a little wet just from listening to this incredible tale. "Something animalistic came out in me. I would have done anything he asked, but he didn't have to. I was doing things that I've never even imagined doing before, and the more depraved I got, the more excited I got." "Depraved? Like, how depraved???" Sam looked almost crazed now. "Like licking up his cum like a greedy slut and sucking his dick clean. Like getting fucked in the ass till I was in tears. Like licking my own juice off his dick after he made me gush all over him." "Oh my god." "That's nothing. A few nights later he called me up and I met him again. There was another woman waiting there with him when I arrived. I think you can probably guess what he had in mind." "Oh Sam, you didn't did you?" "I wasn't going to at first. But all he had to do was whisper in my ear that it was going to be even better than the last time and before I knew it the three of us were in bed going at it." "Did you DO anything with her?" "Well, first of all, I did have a lesbian experience once, so what was happening to me wasn't unprecedented. I guess I was a bit more willing that you probably would be. Let's just say that when we left about two hours later, everyone had gotten to know everyone intimately. I guess the moment when I realized all bets were off was when I found myself getting ready to lick his cum out of her ass. I was completely hooked on the rush of it all. She was a stunning woman, and Mick was still hard enough to already be back inside me again pumping away from behind, all the while whispering in my ear about how much I knew I wanted to taste his cum from her beautiful ass. Celeste, I didn't even hesitate. I licked her clean. And about 10 minutes later, she was returning the favor as she slurped him out of my pussy." Celeste sat stunned. Sam was almost panting. She suddenly seemed to realize where she was and sat quietly for a moment. "Anyway, I'm telling you all of this because I think he has changed me. I've never felt so alive. And you should know that he has asked me about you," Sam finally managed. "What?" "He wanted to know if you're faithful to your husband. He thinks you're the hottest thing at the club, but he doesn't want to crowd you. I told him that he wasn't that considerate with me, but of course everybody knows I'm a slut." "I can't believe we're having this conversation. You're talking about cheating on husbands and sharing your cum-shooting gigolo like it's some sort of casual transaction at the ladies' society." "Hey, don't get uppity with me. You've had at least two affairs I know of, and you and Frank aren't in love anymore. I've seen you go through the motions for at least five years now. You're still beautiful and every girlfriend you have hates you for the way you still look. So what are you doing with it? You're married to a dull bean counter who doesn't have brains enough to stop counting his money and appreciate what he's got, or at least what he may have had at one time, because he surely doesn't have you anymore does he? I'm telling you this man is worth it. If he was a one-woman man, I'd drop everything to be with him-my husband, my career, my friends. I know it's so, so cliched, but he WILL make you feel like a new woman. I'm telling you this because he's got his sights on you, and I'm asking you to drop your hangups and conventions and live a little bit. You won't be sorry." Celeste left the restaurant in a daze. She felt anger, mistrust, and apprehension, but also a tingling sense of wonder about this mythical man. "Who did he think he was?" she thought. When she went to the club a few days later, the first person she ran into was Mick. When she saw him in person again, she realized that Sam might not be exaggerating about anything. He was so gorgeous, and the way he was smiling at her made her feel like she too might do anything he asked. Tapping into a vein of courage and adventurous curiosity, she struck up a conversation with him for the first time. Over the next week or so, she began to discover that he was more than just a pretty face and sculpted body. He had a rare combination of personality, charisma, magnetism and intelligence that almost made her feel like she might be falling in love. He was supporting himself as a personal trainer while working on a degree in business at NYU. He was comfortable talking with Celeste about his personal relationships and his love of women, and she soon found herself opening up about her loveless marriage and what she felt she was missing in her life. It didn't take long for Celeste to reconcile herself with the truth that she would not hold power in any kind of relationship with this man. This was a man who was worshiped by dozens, perhaps hundreds of women. He knew his power, and she now counted herself as a follower. By the second week and after few dinners, the cautious interest was giving was to a strong desire. Before long the desire was becoming obsession, and the obsession started to drive her to a near maddening distraction. But she still couldn't bring herself to make a grab for the pleasure she so desperately wanted, until that night. She was finishing up her workout at the club, and he was spotting her. He was standing behind her holding her arms as she lifted weights. His mere touch was feeding her fantasies of all the perverse things she would do to him if no one else was in the gym. That's when she decided that she would stop daydreaming and do those things to him this night, tonight. Fed by a pure streak of selfish lust for the man standing behind her, she stopped lifting and put down the weights. She turned to him and reached out to grab his hands. She actually managed to take him by surprise. She was filled with an emboldened rush of purpose, and didn't even care if anyone was watching. "I want you. TONIGHT", she said with a commanding edge on the last word. As she said the words, she led his strong hands to fall on her bare waist, just above her hips. She was shaking a bit now, and her stomach was doing flip-flops. He leaned closer to her and whispered, "Tell me what you want me for." Gathering herself, she spoke with words of hot steel. "I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me the way you fucked Sam." "That's not what I had in mind," he answered calmly. Seeing the look of perplexity rising in her eyes, he continued, "Sam and I just had a few recreational evenings together. We didn't go nearly as far as I'll take you." His hands slid down to her spandexed hips. "I see," Celeste smiled. "So you're promising me that you're going to fuck my brains out for six hours instead of three, is that it?" "My philosophy is that every new fuck is a rich life experience. I live for twisting beautiful women around my dick and seeing what they do when I let go, and I don't take that experience casually. I only have two rules: I don't fuck any woman who isn't prepared to go the distance, and any woman I take will submit to me completely. I took Sam to the edge of her limits, but she did have her limits. And as I'm sure you know, I dominated her completely. I've had many women, and I know what women want and how to give it to them. I know you too. You're a deeply passionate but repressed woman with a soul like mine, yearning for new experiences of debauchery and abandon." He paused for a moment, then, looking intently in her eyes, he again whispered, "What I'm saying is that you're a dirty whore whose limits it would be thoroughly my pleasure to test. And if I think fucking you raw can push you past your limits then I'll put my dick into you like a fucking freight train." Celeste stood for a moment, a little weak in the knees and a bit bewildered by her unconditional surrender to this man whose intention was to have her as a piece of meat for his dinner. He smiled with a knowing look at Celeste. "I want you Celeste. I want your beautiful body and I want to dominate you to show you my power, but I also want your passion. I'm demanding it. I want to show you everything you've missed and for you to feel the exhilaration that comes from letting all your inhibitions go. Are you ready?" Abandoning who she thought she was, she nodded eagerly her answer. So here she was, with this Casanova who had already fucked her best friend senseless and was preparing to give her the same treatment. She was still nervous, but as she thought of her disappointment of a husband and of her yearning for the fulfillment promised by this man, she also realized that this man-god wanted HER and was most probably going to be able to uncover all the hidden base, carnal secrets inside her that she didn't even know about. Now a feeling of confidence began to rush through her. She felt her own power as she realized he had chosen her. She was being given a chance to be his equal, to take as much pleasure from the pure, raw sexual use of his body as he would surely take from hers. Was she lucky? Yes, but so was he, and she was going to show him just how lucky. She slies off the bed onto her knees and reaches up to caress his stomach with her delicate fingers. She kisses him just above the waist, barely able to contain her urge to rip off the last piece of clothing between them. Her fingers hook his waistband and gently pull down. Inch after inch of his beautiful cock is unveiled. She let out a gasp when it finally pops out from the last bit of elastic constraint. She has never seen a cock this size before; it has to be nine inches long and the girth is impressive. She looks up and meets his eyes commanding her to proceed. She will obey without question, for she wis his woman now, all his. She confidently leans forward and gently kisses the head of his beautiful weapon. She licks her lips, and realizes that she is going to have the night of her life. Not wasting any more time, she grasps the heavy, dangling instrument of her soon to be torture and ecstasy with her tiny hand and with a coy glance upward, slips the end of the pink rod of flesh into her mouth. Sucking his cock is thrilling. It gives her a heady sensation she has never known with another man. The more excited she becomes, the harder she envelopes the thick meat with her greedy lips and the harder she strokes. His cock is gigantic now, and rock hard. Her mouth is stretched open to engulf the growing circumference. Any lingering inhibitions are gone now, and she is working in a frenzy. Licking and sucking his dick and balls, she finally makes him moan. "You just bought your ticket," he grinned. "Your turn." He picks her up, lays her on the bed and pushes her legs apart. She closes her eyes and waits. Then she feels it: his warm, wet tongue as it strokes her clit for the first time. Heaven. She opens her eyes to watch him as he seems to eat her pussy in slow motion, devouring it with his mouth and then licking up the wet reward. He is a connoisseur of pussy, and he is savoring every mouthful of hers. Now it's her turn to moan. His tongue, like everything else, is perfect for this kind of work. He is relentless in his attack, working her anatomy in expert ways that she would have thought only another woman could know. With her fingers running through his hair and his large hands palming her breasts, the pace is frenetic now and she has started to convulse. He works her harder still, eliciting whimpers and finally screams as her entire body seems to be quaking. "I'm cumming," she strains between fast breaths. And in a transcendent moment, she erupts. To her surprise and delight she squirts four or five jets of her cunt juice right on him. He greedily licks her pussy, hunting down every trace of her sweet nectar. He licks her clean as she lays writhing in pleasure, the convulsions ebbing as she regains her breath. Not content to let her recover, he spreads her pussy with his fingers to make way for his engorged prick glistening with precum.. But she stops him, turns over and pushes him down. "Your turn," she lets him know emphatically. Now she is working his cock again, harder than before. With fierce tenacity she sucks him until he can stand it no longer. She has never tasted cum before. She really never had a desire to dabble in what she has always considered a distasteful side of sex. But now it's different. She is overcome with an uncontrollable urge to taste his raw power on her own lips. There is a hint of that girlish fear again, but her animal desire to feel his manly essence on her tongue is overpowering. It is her turn to feed. He sits up as she kneels beside the bed and strokes him to a explosion of hot creamy cum that shoots right into her mouth. There is so much that it fills her mouth and runs down her chin. She savors his salty taste and swallows, then goes back for more. Like an addict who can't satiate her hunger, she can't resist him. She nibbles and sucks the end of his cock like a voracious vacuum, coaxing the shots of jizz that are still in his shaft. When she's licked him clean, she looks him in the eyes as she wipes her chin and licks her fingers clean. Now she feels like the animal Sam talked about, free and hungry and unrestrained to do anything to feed the growing flames of lust that are consuming her. She jumps on top of him and rubs her slick pussy up against his more than receptive cock. It's only been about five minutes since this stranger spewed that wonderful, sinful load in her mouth, and he's already as hard as iron again. He smiles at her, seeming to know her very thought. "There's plenty more where that came from," he promises. She knows he's not boasting. But she also knows now that she just might be the woman to take him to his limit. She resolves that she will plumb the depths of her physical, mental, and emotional wells to make him go further than he has ever gone with any other woman. She rises slightly until her delicate pussy lips are poised to kiss the head of the pulsing flesh below. Moving forward, she slowly puts her weight on his tip and lets out a groan of evil pleasure as his incredible, throbbing cock penetrates the tight, wet opening inside. His size makes her feel the brief pain of a virgin who is being invaded the first time, and in so many ways she never could have conceived, she really was a virgin, until now. Sliding deep within, he begins to slowly work the steel piston of this finely tuned engine the two of them have built. Her immaculate ass shakes beautifully as it bounces against him on each down stroke. The cycle is inexorable. On each up stroke, a well-greased rod reveals itself, only to disappear sooner and sooner each time into her depths. Like a muscle car ramping up the rpms, the rhythm gets faster and more determined as they both lose themselves in the motion. The minutes go by as they move in synchronicity, and neither one shows the slightest sign of surrender. Her fingernails are digging into his chest, and her breasts are bouncing wildly up and down as the beat goes on. She is being subjected to a maddening series of undulating sensations that she knows will lead to something she wants with the greed of a whore without conscience. Every time she starts to drive him faster, he only pushes back harder and faster still. I Am His I felt so guilty that night on the way to his house. I had promised not to do this. I had a battle in my head: Why would you promise this? Why is this wrong? My own voice would answer, It is wrong because he doesn't want you except to use you for pleasure. I promised this because I need a life coach, I need an outside conscious. Yet here I was in my car on the freeway so excited to get there that I could feel the heat between my legs rising high. It was like the very first time all over again, times one hundred. I had waited so long; I could no longer resist his incredibly forward advances. Grabbing the back of my neck on the elevator and breathing in my ear, kissing me in the break room, and last but not least the numerous texts made in the heat of the middle of the night. Finally I arrive at his house. He's the kind of guy that enjoys the nakedness of a woman's body. Lingerie would just get in the way of his desired targets. His body is hard and dark and totally in shape. The muscles on his arms make me weak. My head goes cloudy and suddenly I know I am his. Anything he desires, he whispered in my ear or order me to do while holding me from behind. I am naked in seconds and his strong hands were pushing me back on the bed. He moved like a fierce lion pouncing on his prey. His mouth was so wet and warm sucking on the side of my neck and his fingers waste no time finding my sweet spot. He smiled when he realized I'm already dripping with desire for his hard long cock. Licking my lips, with my hands above my head I braced myself in anticipation of his thrust. The action of his penis entering my precious spot, I knew all too well to be deep and forceful. To my surprise he put himself inside me and then slowly enters my hotness. I could feel my warm and tingling pink flesh tighten around him. Once inside of me he embraced my face with both hands and told me how he had waited so long for this and that my pussy feels so good to him. Smiling I grabbed his head and lowered it so I could suck on his ear and whisper "Do you know how many women want to be in your bed right now? Sucking on your neck and staring in your eyes while you fuck them? You feel so good sliding in and out of me right now." Something I knew would feed his ego and give him a boost of energy. He began to pump his dick slowly in and out of my dripping wet pussy, drowning me with his kisses, his hands holding mine down. Our fingers curled together and our eyes met in hunger for each other as I wrapped my legs around his back. I could feel the weight of his masculine body on mine. I could sense the power he possessed above me and I moaned in tune with our love making. All of a sudden he flipped me over and banged into me from behind. Over and over again he pounded his huge black dick inside my wet, hot pussy. I reached underneath me to feel for myself how wet I am between my legs. I couldn't help but stop and play with my clit causing my bottom to rock in a circular motion. I could hear him panting hard behind me as he squeezed my ass. His hands explored my back and made their way to my hair and neck. "Oh yes, pull my hair baby", those little words were all he needed to slow down and go deep and hard while pulling on a handful of my hair. He leaned in and whispered, "Roll back over I want to look in to your eyes when I cum" I'm electric, my body could feel everything enhanced, my pelvis grinding against his to a steady rhythm and beat. My eyes rolled back when I felt his hot lips and tongue engulf my hard pink nipples as he spent time on each one with his hands holding and squeezing my breasts. "You're amazing" I said. "I love you" he said. "You are mine." "I am yours." I said. He began to move faster and harder. My hips rocked back and forth, begging for him to finish with me. I could feel his body tighten and see his eyes open wide and he said "I want to cum inside you right now, I want to cum in my pussy. Is this my pussy now?" I wasted no time in responding back "Do it, cum inside your pussy baby, make me yours right now!" Right on cue he released his seed inside me and collapsed his sweaty body on top of mine and whispered in my ear "Spend the night with me tonight my love." How does a girl say no to that? She doesn't! ©WickedWays Writing by: Poisonous Fly I am His. I enter my front door after a long day of working at my mundane daily job, living the life of a slutty submissive girl trying to keep her true self from spilling out into the vanilla world - or attempting to anyway. As I close the door behind me, I catch a look at myself in the mirror. I don't look too bad, hell I like the way I look, which is probably something not a lot of women can say. I'm not exactly skinny, but I'm not too big either. I'm 5'7" with ample curves and olive skin accented by dark brown eyes and obviously dyed dark red hair. My 46C breasts strain against my top, which has been specifically tailored to be just a hair too small, just the way my Master likes it. I smile to myself as I let my hair out of its loose bun and shake it out so it cascades halfway down my back, and I roll my head and shoulders to try to release some of the tension from that particular day. The house is completely silent save for the low hum of the air conditioner; it is a quiet that I've come to know and expect... and somewhat love. It's the sort of quiet that has heavy anticipation and tension in the air. I turn to set my purse down, and just as I close my eyes and smile to revel in the quiet and let the possibilities of what is to come flow through my mind for a brief moment, I feel his breath on my neck, his hand on my throat, his body pressed against mine. He growls under his breath "Do not speak unless I tell you to. Do you understand me? Address me NOW, then say nothing else." and I swallow lightly as his hand very slightly tightens on my throat as he awaits my answer. Without missing a beat I say softly yet clearly "Yes Master." "Good slut." He moves away from me and I am not unsure of what to do after having done it so many times. I turn to face him and unbutton my shirt and gently shrug it off of my shoulders, feeling it flutter to the floor at my feet, then I unhook my bra and let that fall from my curvy body as well. As soon as I do that, his hands are on my tits, massaging them and gently rubbing my nipples with his thumbs. I gasp softly, knowing better than to make any other noise. I unzip my mid-thigh-length, curve-hugging black skirt, letting it slide down my legs as I slip off my panties as well, blushing as I notice that they're slightly damp. He notices this of course, and chuckles deep in his throat. "My my, it looks like my little fuckslut Kitten has been thinking about being mauled." and I shiver as the last word out of His mouth comes in a low growl. I stand naked before him and look down at the floor, blushing noticeably. He swiftly takes my collar down from a hook on the wall and fastens it around my neck, then he unhooks the leash from his belt and fastens it to the ring fixed to the collar under my chin. He starts walking, and I follow silently with my head forward and my hands behind my back, my short-heeled shoes clicking softly on the dark hardwood floor as the thin fabric of my thigh-high stockings rubs between my thighs. He glances back at me as we pass through the dining room and I snap my eyes shut, mentally cursing myself for not remembering that simple rule he had set for me long ago: 'Trust me to lead you; when I lead you through the house, you must keep your eyes shut.' I know I will be punished even before he stops walking. I almost bump into him but I stop myself short, knowing that I am standing merely a few inches from him. I feel him turn to face me and I keep my eyes closed, not daring to open them again. He walks around behind me and places his hand on my back and pushes until I am bending over. At least a full minute passes until he speaks. "You know what happens when you break a rule." His hand comes down hard on my ass, making an audible SMACK sound. My body tenses slightly but otherwise stays completely still. I bite my lip hard to hold back a moan as He smacks my other ass cheek. He spanks me thirty times on each cheek, then he pulls me back up by my hair. I keep my eyes closed as he does this, and he must see a noticeable look of contorted pain and pleasure on my face because he lightly brushes his fingers along my cheek. "Do you have anything to say for yourself, slave?" "I'm sorry Master." My voice is small but clear. "For what?" "I'm sorry for breaking a rule Master. I am sorry for not trusting you." "Good girl." He takes hold of my leash again and pulls gently, indicating that I am to follow. My ass feels sore as we walk, and I smile inwardly because I know as well as he does that I love his punishments. They're somewhat enjoyable to me, simply because each punishment teaches me a lesson. More importantly, they bring him pleasure, because he absolutely loves leaving marks on my body wherever, whenever, and however he can, for the reason(s) of his choosing. I have no say. My body is his, the sensitive parts and the not so sensitive ones. I reflect on this as the atmosphere in the house changes as it always does before we enter our room. The door opens and a rush of cool air hits my naked body, making goosebumps rise on my skin as my nipples turn to diamond hardness. I am pulled somewhat forcefully into the room, and my Master pushes me to my knees before blindfolding me and tying my hand behind my back. I tremble slightly as He speaks. "Pleasure me with only your mouth. If you can make me cum, I'll reward you." I hear the smile in his voice as he places a hand on the top of my head. I feel his cock hanging mere inches from my face, and I open my mouth so he can fuck my mouth and throat. I gently suck his head as I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, and I hollow out my cheeks and hum softly until I have taken as much of him into my mouth as I can. "Oh fuck Kitten, you're amazing." My Master groans as he pumps slowly in and out of my mouth. I bob my head back and forth to match his movements and he thrusts forward with a grunt, keeping a firm hold on my head as he starts pushing towards my throat. I relax my throat muscles and swallow around the head of his cock, and before long I feel his balls resting on my chin. I don't gag as I've done this so many times, and I smile slightly as I tease my tongue along his shaft. He pulls halfway out of my mouth and I take the moment to catch my breath. "That's my good little Kitten." He murmurs softly. I purr around his cock, making it vibrate, and with a soft growl he pushes slowly but forcefully back into my hot, wet mouth and back down my throat. I am forced to swallow him again. I can't help but let out a soft, muffled moan as my pussy starts to moisten because I love how rough he's being with me. I begin to suck his cock harder than before, flicking my tongue along his shaft, wanting desperately to please him and make him cum down my throat. "Mmmmm" I half hum, half moan as his hips speed up their movement and I start gagging slightly around his cock, my eyes watering behind my blindfold. "I'm going to cum!" He growls, and I know he's not lying because I feel his cock pulsing and twitching. Not a minute later, I'm rewarded with spurts of his hot cum splashing against my tongue and the back of my throat. I swallow once, twice, three times to make sure I get it all, and I keep sucking until I have milked every last drop from his softening cock. With a soft grunt he falls to his knees in front of me. "That... was incredible... Kitten..." he gasps between words as he tries to catch his breath. He leans forward and kisses me, gently cradling my cheek in his hand, and I lean into it as I whimper softly against his lips. He keeps kissing me as he trails a soft yet firm hand down my body, lightly teasing each of my nipples, scratching down my curvy stomach in that specific way that makes my pussy ache with need. I squirm slightly, my legs subconsciously spreading a little more as his hand travels lower. He stops and pulls away before his hand reaches the apex of my thighs. I start to protest but think better of it and bite my lip. My hands are untied and my blindfold is removed, and I am pulled up somewhat roughly by my hair. "Lie on your back on the bed, and get comfortable. You know how to lay." I don't speak as I obey and lay back on the bed, getting comfortable. I make sure my ankles are near enough to the bed posts as I straighten my arms and claps my hands together above my head. Without speaking, he binds my wrists together and I gently grasp the rope as he ties it to the headboard. He then moves to tie each of my ankles to the bed posts at the foot of the bed, then he makes sure each of my bonds are tight enough to keep me down and leave marks but not tight enough to hurt too badly. "Good slut." He smiles as he walks closer to me and runs his hands all over my body, making me shiver, my nipples hardening as I feel a throbbing wetness between my legs. He opens a drawer next to the bed and pulls out my - and his - favorite vibrator, the Hitachi magic wand that he had given me for my birthday a couple of years ago. I can't help but grin as he ties another length of rope around my waist and around one of my thighs, looping the rope securely through itself so the toy has a place to rest against my pussy. He gently puts it into place and plugs it in, spreading my outer lips so that nothing is between it and my clit. He turns it on low and I instantly moan as my body starts to undulate gently. "Cum as much as you like. Don't hold back. I know you had a hard day at work, and you did such a good job sucking my cock. You deserve this, my slutty little Kitten." "Thank you Master!" I moan as I feel an orgasm building up in my core. My body trembles, and he leans down to kiss me. At the first touch of his lips to mine, something snaps inside me, and my orgasm washes over me, starting in my pussy and spreading over every inch of my body. I moan into his lips as I have a few seconds to calm down before my next orgasm quickly builds. He lightly smacks and caresses and kisses me in different places on my body, making each orgasm more intense. I don't know the point when he climbs onto the bed and slams his cock into my spasming pussy. He gains speed with each stroke, and I cum again, and again, the combination of his thick cock in my pussy and the Hitachi buzzing away against my clit making me cum harder than I ever have before. At one point he clicks the toy onto high, and a feral scream rises from my throat and I thrash wildly on the bed, suddenly glad that I'm tied down so I can feel everything. He runs his hands over my breasts, pinching my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit, thus making my next orgasm so intense that I practically howl. I start feeling lightheaded, and he leans over me to kiss me again, and before I know it, my world goes black. I have no idea how long I remain unconscious, but when I awake, I am untied and my Master is next to me. My head is on his chest and we're both covered in a light blanket. He reaches over to the nightstand, keeping one arm securely around me as he hands me a glass of water. I gratefully take it and gulp it down in a matter of less than a minute. "Are you better now, Kitten?" "I am Master, thank you. I really needed that." "Good. And you are welcome. I know you needed it, my little Kitten, and that is why I allowed you to do it." I just smile and cup his cheek in my hand as I kiss him. "I love you my Master." "And I love you my Kitten. My slave, my submissive, my love." I giggle and snuggle into him, knowing that there is no place I would rather be than in his arms, being his for as long as he will allow me to be. i am His, and He is mine i was His submissive, my name, isabella. He is my Master, His name, Master. Wwe met five years ago online, but Wwe have been intertwined for the past two years. i have been in training since six months after Oour first conversation. i am still in training. He has taught me many things over the years, but no lesson was more important than His most recent one. This is how i learned it........ i feel shivers run down my back. The silk teases my nerves. my body is hot with desire, as He gently strokes my body. Lying down on my stomach on the bed, the left side of my face nestled into the soft pillow, i can hear His breathing echoing through the room. i feel the heat emanating from His body to mine. i know that i am His, and He is mine. The silk travels down over my ass, across the back of my thighs, sending tingles to the core of my body. i feel the fire burning deep inside of me. "Roll over, My slut!" He commands in His deep husky voice. Slowly, my body rolls over obeying Him. i feel the silk travel down my inner thighs and lower. my body tingles with the gentle sensations. my nerve endings are heightened by His play. i feel His hand wrap around my ankle, my leg jerks in an automatic response. His head turns, His eyes piercing mine. The connection reaching deep as He makes sure i am ok. Slowly, He wraps the silk around my ankle, knotting it in His efficiency. His eyes rake down my body, causing my back to arch, reaching for His gaze, His touch, needing, wanting more. Slowly, His fingers loop the silk into the eye attached to the ceiling chains. i feel my right leg suspended in the air. The silk rubs gently against my skin as i watch Him walk around the bed. He stops at the end, peering down into the open display before Him. Instinctively my left leg pulls towards my right, trying desperately to cover myself. As i do, His gaze once again locks with mine. i can feel His disapproval, and i slowly allow my leg to pull away. His eyes never leave mine, as He softly stalks around the bed. Grabbing my left ankle, He wraps another silk around it. Looping it through the other eye on the chain, He ties it off and walks towards the wall. i lay there, my legs spread wide, and i wonder when He will return. my gaze can not follow His body when He moves away; i am not allowed. i feel His eyes running over me. i hear His breathing as He watches. my body responds to His gaze. my nipples are tight buds of desire. my slit slick with the juices He has stirred to life. i am His and He is mine. i know this in my heart. He has completed the part of me that was lost and nothing. my chest begins to rise rapidly. my breathing picks up. i feel His domineering presence in the room. i sense that He is waiting for something, what i do not know. Then the chain pulls up and my back lifts off the bed. i am open completely, legs spread wide, my ass off the bed. i moan deep in my throat, knowing this is what i crave. i long to be here spread out for His eyes, His lust, His touch. i feel His approach. i hear His shirt rustling against His body. my ears strain to hear His soft footfalls. "Close them!" i hear utter from His voice, dark and demanding. my eyes shut automatically, as i have been trained to do. i can not open them again until He tells me to. i am now blinded by His will and my own determination not to disappoint Him. i feel His fingers caressing my calves, massaging the muscles. His hands move up my legs, stopping to run His fingers back and forth under my knees. my body can not help its response. my legs help to pull my back further off the bed, and my juices trickle from me down my ass, dripping onto the sheet. i can not keep my desire hidden. He smells it as He steps close to the bed. He sees it glistening between my thighs. a moan escapes my throat as He slowly allows His hands to wander. He stops at the top of my thigh. i am leaking, opening and closinig for Him. i can feel His fingers so close and yet so far away. And then, a scream fills the air, as His hand comes down and smacks against the full length of my slit. my wetness spitting out over my legs, stomach, and His arm. His hand comes down on me again, harder. my body tightens, the pain shoots up my spine into my head, into the tight tips of my nipples. i scream out His name......"MASTER". i can feel His smile as i scream for Him, for His touch, His pain. i am His, and He is mine. His hands, one now wet with me, traverse my body further up, stopping at my breasts. His fingers gently play around with them, rolling their fullness in His hands. my body swivels on the bed, trying to get closer to Him, to His touch. Groans escape my lips as His fingers pinch my nipples between their length. Writhing under His touch, i yelp out when His fingers close tightly around them. For a moment i am tempted to open my eyes, to see His hands on my body, to look into His piercing dark gaze, but i fight the temptation. i do not want to disappoint Him. i have learned better than that from His teaching, His lessons. i hear Him walk away, and i begin to panic. i know that He is still there, close, in the same room, but my mind tries to tell me i am alone. i feel the tears welling up in my eyes. They stream down my face. my fears begin to over take the knowledge of Him that i have. i am plagued by uncertainty. i fear that i am unloved, unwanted, something for Him to just cast aside. These fears have plagued me for so long. i know in my heart He is near, but my mind tells me i am nothing to Him. i pull against my bonds. my hands come up and claw at my legs. The trail of tears leaking from my eyes becomes a pool accompanied by hysterical cries. i am alone, unloved, unwanted. i hear these words beating into my head. i am ugly, worthless, He does not wish to have me any more. Fighting to keep my sanity as i desperately try to reach the knots binding my ankles, i can not open my eyes. i can not see that He has left. my heart breaks inside of me. my cries become screams of terror. i am alone, lonely, broken, worthless. There is nothing left of my heart, mind, and soul. He found me broken and hurting, and that is how i have remained. That is why He has left me. He waits on the other side of the room. my screams of terror are almost more than He can bare. His fingers grip the chair He sits in with a death grip. He wants to go to me, comfort me, but He fights it. This is a lesson i must learn if Wwe are ever to move deeper in Oour binds. i must know and realize of my own free will, that He will not leave me; i am not alone, i am His, and He is mine. Tears stream silently down His cheeks as i cry out. He fights the pull of His heart to go to my side. He uses His will, His strength to stay in control. i must use my courage, my trust, my respect for Him to find my strength. my cries of terror begin to lesson. The pain sears through my heart. my fears and doubts turn to anger. my thoughts tell me i will never love or trust again. i will be alone forever. i will never give my heart to another who will use it and betray me, and then i hear a rustle in the corner. my voice breaks and goes quiet. my thoughts stop, and i listen. my ears pick up the heavy breathing, i feel the pain echoing in His soul. i have failed. Slowly, my panicked mind calms, my cries become silent shudders of shame. This was a test, and i have failed. i allowed my doubts, my fears to overcome the binds Wwe have made. i let my mind rule my heart. i did not trust or believe in His care, His love. my body slumps in defeat, no longer fighting the physical bonds. my face turns away from where i know, He now sits, watching. The cries that were once filled with terror are now full of shame. The pain radiates through my body. The question 'What will He do?' ricochets through my head, and then i remember..... don't think. Instead of thinking when you fear being alone, unwanted, unloved, feel your heart. That is what He told me. Feel in your heart for that knowledge you have of me, the relationship, feel your heart. my thoughts stop. i center my mind with my heart and soul, and i know. i know without a doubt that He is there. softly, i whisper, "Master, i am sorry. i have not earned Your forgiveness, but You have most definitely earned my apology." my hands reach to cover my face as i hear Him stand up and draw near. "little one, you have My forgiveness. This, I know was not an easy lesson for you, but now that you have learned it, the hard way, maybe you will not soon forget it. I am here out of choice as you are. Wwe are here together. Trust in Me, respect Me, and know that I am here, and when I am no longer here with you, you will surely know it." His voice soft and endearing fills my soul with peace. His arms wrap around me, and i feel the comfort of His strength. "Open them!" my eyes open and meet His gaze. i feel it in my heart, Wwe have reached a new depth in Oour binds together. "you are Mine, little one, do NOT forget it. From now on, if you fear or doubt, there will be a punishment, remember this." my eyes lock with His, and i nod, softly saying, "Yes, Master, as You wish." As i looked into His eyes, His hand ran the length of my torso. He brought His hand up to my cheek and softly stroked it down the side. His gentle touch moved down my neck, along my collar bone, across the side swell of my breast, over my stomach and down to my folds. my breath hitched as His fingers slowly caressed up and down my pink center. my body responded to His touch. my breathing increased. He watched as my chest rose and fell. my breasts drawing His gaze as He stroked me to a heightened sensitivity. "Close them, My little one," and i did. He moved away, but i knew He was there. i waited for Him, His timing. i wanted to be everything i could be for Him. i wanted to please Him. i heard the whistling through the air, my body tensed at the sound before it ever hit its mark. SLAP, the belt hit my thighs with a gentle force. i caught my breath and felt the sting. The whistling came again, and again i braced for the sting. This time it was harder. Over and over again His belt hit my thighs, and then He switched. "Well, my little one, since you are so well displayed for Me, I believe I will have to take full advantage of it." His paddle came down hard on my ass. smack! The jolts of fire went through my entire body. i screamed a soft cry. Then again, harder, he brought it down on my ass. my body pulsed with desire and need. Then without warning i felt the paddle come down on my slit. i screamed out, the pain shooting through my folds and up my spine. i felt my juices begin to leak again. i was bound and determined to make Him proud. He moved up the side of the bed. i felt His heat next to my arm. The air whoosh around me, as His arm came down, bringing the paddle across my breast. my body jerked upwards, my hands reached without thought to cover myself, but i remembered in time. The last time, my hands had been red and sore for days. Again and again He brought the paddle down across my breasts, across my folds, and my ass. My body was burning from the heat He invoked. my body is red, and my moans echo through the room. "little one, I am ready." Instinct takes over, and my mouth drops open at His words. i feel the bed shift with His added weight. my breasts burn as He straddles my chest. He wraps His fingers around my wrists and holds them down to the bed above my head. i feel Him rubbing against my lips, my mouth opens wider and waits. i slowly bring my head up and wrap my lips around the head of Him, sucking gently. i feel His legs tighten around my body, squeezing me. i feel His back arch and the moan that issues forth from His mouth sends shivers of desire through me. "Yes, little one, yes," gasps from His lips, as my tongue swirls around the tip and head. His hips push forward without thought and more of Him slips inside of my mouth. A smile reaches my lips as i taste His heat, His desire. i feel how hard i have made Him, and i am happy. As He pushes further inside of me, my mouth closes in around Him, sucking Him deeper in. my tongue flicks back and forth across the bottom of Him, sending shivers through His body. His hands grab a hold of my hair, and He pushes into me. i am always open for Him. my mouth closes in around Him, sucking. my tongue darting back and forth under the length of Him and up the sides, swirling His heat in my mouth. He drives into me over and over again, holding my head steady with His hands in my hair. There is no other feeling in the world. i can not move. i do not want to move. He moans in the back of His throat and stops. Pulling out, i feel the emptiness inside of me, and groan, darting my tongue out to tease the tip of Him. He smiles down at me. "you are greedy today, little one." my eyes remain closed, but a smile lights my face. i sigh in disappointment when His body moves off of mine. i hear His laughter. "you are truly My slut, aren't you, little one. I can hear and see your craving from here." i feel the bed shift again, and His hair tickles my thigh as He maneuvers His body in-between my legs. The cold hard steel of the spreader bar hits my legs right above my knees. my body spasms away from the cold, but His hands hold me tight until the bar is in place. i am now unable to close my legs, and i feel at His mercy. His hair tickles my inner thighs as His head lowers. my breath hisses out between my teeth when His tongue darts out and licks me. my hips gyrate forward, seeking more contact with Him. His hand comes up to my flower. He grips it between His fingers, pulling on it, pinching it. my body jerks at His ministrations. a small yelp of pain filled with pleasure echoes throughout the room. His fingers trail down to my opening. Slowly He inserts one inside of me. i groan from deep within my soul. His finger begins to push and pull in and out of me. i am wet with desire from His touch. my entire boy is heated with passion. His finger moves faster and faster, curling up to touch my spot every time He enters. His tongue flicks back and forth over me. There is a pool showing evidence of my arousal on the sheet underneath me. my cries of pleasure can be heard through the walls. i am no longer aware of my surroundings. He has taken me to a place where i only know pleasure, the pleasure He gives. The pleasure builds in my body. my muscles clench down around His finger. He knows i am close. i felt the muscles in my body tighten. i fight the need, i fight with my determination to please Him. i can not cum until He says. As i think this in my head, His hand speeds up. His finger barely moves in and out of me. i am so tight, He can not move out of me for fear His finger will not fit back in. my legs pull my body off the bed, a groan forces its way out of my mouth from deep down inside, and then it stops. He removes His finger from inside of me. my body jumps around in frustration. "NO!" i scream out. "i need it, Master. Please! i need to cum for You. Please, i beg You, don't stop now. You have driven me mad with need with desire. Please!" i beg Him with my whole heart, putting the desperation i feel at the loss of the orgasm behind my words. "little one!" He voices furiously. "you are here to please Me. If i desire for you to cum, and it will please Me to allow you this pleasur,. Then, and only then, will you cum. you know this, Wwe have been through this before. your orgasm is Mine to delight in when i choose to. Now, what were you saying?" my voice cracks as a few tears trickle out of the corners of my eyes. The frustration of no orgasm, the pain of knowing i made another mistake, the emotional upheaval of the day has broken me. Softly i reply, "Master, if it pleases You, may i cum for You. i would love to cum for You, if it brings You pleasure." As the words leave my mouth, my heart beats erratically, i wait holding my breath, hoping, needing, wanting to cum, but more importantly i want to make Him happy. i hear the clock on the dresser ticking away. i feel as if seconds has turned into minutes. i feel my body holding on a plateau, His breath still a gentle breeze over my slit. i am tense, full of bound passion, and then the words i long to hear, "Cum little one!" find their way past His lips. My body responds within seconds of His command. Muscles clench, my body is taunt as a tight rope and a loud groan fills the room as He blows across my center. my juices stream out from my body. i control it, allowing the orgasm to last as long as i can. Then He is there, pushing into me with His body. "Open them!" reverberates through my body as He commands me. my eyes fly open. my gaze locks with His, and i feel every inch of Him invade my body. my muscles already tight with need and pressure envelope Him. He is wrapped in the warm silken folds of my body. my hips rise up to meet Him as He enters, pushing His entire length into me. He stops and savors the feeling of His triumph in Mastering, this little one, His little one. His body slowly draws out of me, leaving only the head of Him inside. Waiting for a moment, He feels my hips lift off the bed, seeking Him, wanting what He can give me, and with that thought He sinks Himself inside over and over. my body is heaven, my muscles clenching around Him, milking Him as He takes what is His. The rhythm builds. He pushes faster, deeper, answering the call from my body for His. Suddenly from the depths of His body He shouts, "CUM NOW little one." my scream gasps out of my mouth, "Yes Master!" His body unites with mine, reaching the plateau and falling over it together. His release follows mine by mere seconds. Oour cries bounce off of each others ears to be heard through the depths of our souls. He thrusts a final time into me, and feels His body's muscles starting to relax, He stands up off of the bed. He looks into my eyes and holds my glazed look with His as His fingers reach for the knots on the silks. He unbinds each leg, carefully holding it until He places it gently on the bed. Then, turning out the lights, He lies down on the bed beside me. Gathering me into His arms, He rests my head upon His chest. His hand strokes through my hair and gently down my back. His voice soft as a meadowlark twittering in a field, whispers in my ear, "Thank you, My little one, for this precious gift you have given to Me." Moving my head to His shoulder and looking up into His eyes, my voice catches and i reply, "i am His, and He is mine."