3 comments/ 7467 views/ 0 favorites The Weekend Begins By: English Rose It was dusk when we arrived. After a long drive across open countryside and through sleepy villages, we finally swept onto the gravel drive of the country hotel and into it's welcoming glow. As we left the car, the porter gathered our bags efficiently and disappeared inside. The crisp, cold, December air took our breath away and we made our way hurriedly up well worn stone steps into the warmth of the sumptuous hotel lounge. As our bags were transported to our room, we dined simply then settled into winged armchairs either side of the flickering fire and sipped Irish coffee as we talked. We enjoyed a lovely evening, just relaxing after the journey and enjoying each other's company. Our room was elegantly, yet comfortably furnished. Two armchairs nestled inside the curve of a large bay window, where the richly embroidered curtains had already been drawn. The bed looked inviting, with soft throws and cushions neatly arranged. The present owners had done all they could to lend an air of individuality to each room. It was easy to indulge in the fantasy that this was home, rather than an hotel. After a relaxing bath we eventually went to bed. It was much later when we finally said goodnight and lay quietly, waiting for sleep's embrace. It was wonderful to rest my head against you, my eyes lightly closed as we breathed the same rhythm. Your arm was wrapped around me protectively, warm and heavy, like a blanket and I lay still, hearing your heart beat beside me, your scent surrounding me. Lulled to sleep, I slipped into a dream I had had many times. It was a little muddled, full of memories and yearnings but at the same time, strangely comforting. I could picture the two of us in an unfamiliar, darkened room, our heads resting on soft pillows, our entwined bodies covered in crisp sheets, sleeping soundly in the knowledge that only a fitful sleep and daylight would wake us. I drifted gradually into consciousness. A few minutes passed before I realised I was no longer dreaming. I just lay still, listening to your heart, to your soft breathing. They were the only sounds that mattered. Your breath caressed the top of my head, ran through my soft, wavy hair, as your fingers had done many times before. A delicious chill of goose bumps came to me as I recalled your gentle touch, your caresses and soft, warm kisses. I turned my head to kiss your arm lovingly, the familiar warmth and softness of your skin lingering on my lips. The early morning winter sunshine filtered into the room through a chink in the heavy curtains, and I blinked several times to allow my eyes to adjust to the light. You stirred and I sat up a little, freeing your arm, so you could turn and lay comfortably again. You had turned away and I sat perfectly still for a moment listening to the sounds you made as you settled down and your breathing became slow and regular once more. Pulling it closer towards you, I lay my head back against my pillow, sinking my head gratefully into its softness. I slid my arm around you under the crook of your elbow, resting lightly on your waist, following your contours. The heat from your body was like a magnet, drawing me closer. You breathed a contented sigh and, for a second or two, stroked my arm slowly, before you slipped off into sleep again. With my eyes closed and my cheek pressing gently against your back I felt myself drifting along in a half sleep, my hand on your warm stomach. The next time I came to, I had slid down the bed a little, so that the pillow was above my head rather than beneath it. My arm was still around you, albeit across your hip now. And my hand.. my hand..! I moved it slowly, barely breathing as I realised where it now lay. I pushed myself up on my elbow so I could watch your face as I lightly caressed you. I blushed wildly, stopping myself momentarily, not sure if I should continue. I didn't want to wake you, not yet. You needed your sleep. I ought to let you sleep. I smiled to myself, remembering how we had made love last night. How wonderful it had been, how you had been. I had never experienced anything even close to it. It was so easy, so unhurried. We had lain for what seemed like hours, just touching. By the time we slid under the covers, we were so relaxed, it just followed that our lovemaking would be the same, unbound by the constraints of time. I gently moved my arm lower, laying my hand lightly against you. My fingers curled around you instinctively. All soft and warm in my hand. My fingertips rested in your hair. I slowly massaged you, feeling a rush of excitement as I watched your mouth open a fraction and your tongue moisten your lips as you twitched in my palm, and my hand became wet with precum. There was a flutter in my stomach and a tingle high between my legs as I felt you throb and grow hard the second I tightened my grip and began to move my hand up and down. Your breathing had changed. No longer slow and regular, I could hear you taking deeper breaths as I kept stroking you. You groaned with pleasure as you rolled onto your back, stretching out your legs and placing your hand on me in your half-sleep. I moved down the bed, and, straddling your thigh, I leant forwards. I lightly licked the moist tip of your cock, watching as you flinched excitedly at my touch. I did it again, this time with the flat of my tongue, now coated with your precum. I teased you with the tip of my tongue, caressing the little slit as I watched you grow and harden. I moistened my lips and took you into my mouth slowly. You moaned as my lips pulled your foreskin tighter, exposing you to the warmth and wetness of my mouth. Your eyes flickered as I pulled you further in then sucked a little as I drew back. Growing more aroused as I suckled you, I began to move my hips slowly, rubbing myself against your thigh as my wetness begin to moisten your skin. I was enjoying pleasuring you so much while you were sleeping, yet I was becoming excited just anticipating your reaction. I couldn't wait a second longer. I carefully lifted your hand and placed it a fraction above my knee as I pushed down against you and took you deeper into my mouth. Your eyes opened as I pulled away, almost to the tip, and I sucked you once more, this time right into my throat. You groaned loudly, incredulous at what was happening. You were hard as rock. I ground myself against you - now my turn to moan - as your hand moved quickly up my leg, your fingers burying into my soft, wet folds and rubbing gently, insistently. I rocked against them unashamedly, sucking hungrily on your hardness as I cupped and caressed your balls. Our eyes locked. No words were needed. When my long hair fell forward, blocking my view, you swept it tenderly to one side, holding it in your hand. I could feel my juices run as I imagined the thoughts running through your head while you watched me pleasure you like this. I moaned deliberately, knowing you would love the sensation of my voice vibrating against your manhood. You throbbed and pulsed and my mouth, stretched around you, fought to hold you still. You groaned my name, low and throaty, animalistic. I was surprised how much that turned me on. Pressing myself harder against your skilled fingers, I moved my hips to a familiar rhythm. A wave of guilt crossed my mind at my selfishness as I sought to reach that peak, when I had set out with only your pleasure in mind. I sank onto your hand, almost motionless, as I turned my attention back to you, twisting and pulling my mouth away from you, sucking greedily on your hardness. Stretching and teasing you. Caressing and loving you. Your eyes gazed into mine, deeper still as your fingers invaded my centre, pushed into the wetness you created. I felt them forge their way into my tightness and your thumb began to circle my throbbing clit insistently. I drew a deep, sharp breath. This seemed to trigger something in you, some signal. Your hips rose up towards me, driving your cock suddenly deeper into my mouth, my throat. For a second I almost gagged, surprised at your sudden movement. Then, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of fullness within me. Two centres of pleasure taken care of by the man I loved. As you bucked against my mouth, so I rocked against your strong, yet tender fingers. Over and over until our rhythms merged, became one. With my eyes closed, my senses appeared heightened. All I could hear was the sound of our breathing, fast and ragged, becoming more laboured. All I could sense was the heat from your body in me and around me. All I could feel was the very start of a wave of pure pleasure deep within me which spread to my toes and back, increasing momentum, just as you bucked hard and fast against me and your hand clenched my hair tight. I knew you were about to explode. I didn't want to miss it. The look on your face. I opened my eyes and watched you intently. Your eyes were closed, head pressed hard into the pillows, your face set with concentration as my warm, wet mouth sucked you closer and closer.. faster and faster.. until you came, came in a hot spurt of pure pleasure, filling my mouth, then trickling hotly down my throat as I swallowed your seed, your gift. Moments later, your fingers expertly rubbed and teased me to orgasm and I fell against you, my body shaking deliciously as the adrenalin rush kicked in. We kissed then, smiling as we nestled in each other's arms under the covers. Eventually we ventured out of bed, showered and snuggled into thick luxurious bathrobes, enjoying the winter sunshine as we drew the curtains back. Breakfast arrived and we ate hungrily. Then, drinking fresh orange juice, we made a toast to the weekend ahead. The Weekend Begins It was a warm afternoon in early September as Kayleigh waited on the station for the man who would own her to arrive. She was nervous and exited. There was a ritual she was to perform, if this meeting was to result in her introduction to the practical side of BDSM. She was so eager to try, however there were too many people around. Someone was sure to see. Well, time was soon to run out, as the tannoy announced the arrival of the train that would bring this Master to her; she took a deep breath, made doubly sure, in herself, this was what she wanted, and made her way to the agreed meeting place. She saw the face of the Man she had only seen in photos up to now, walk down the steps and onto the platform, for the train to London. He approached her and said "Kayleigh?" "Yes sir" she replied, as they embraced then kissed. This reassured her, and gave her the confidence to do what she was now to do. The couple released their embrace and Kayleigh reached beneath her skirt, pulled down her now damp underwear, and handed it to her soon to be Master. "I offer you my underwear, as a sign of my wish to serve you, please accept them and in doing so accept me," she said, as she had spent all day practising. "Thank you Kayleigh, I accept these, and you" he said confidently, taking the Panties; feeling their dampness, and putting them in his pocket. He smiled and kissed her forehead, she blushed and hugged him. No-one had seen anything, or if they did they did not say anything. The two new lovers then stood holding each other, until their train to London and their future arrived. They boarded and found their seats, next to each other, with a table in front. Kayleigh was happy at this, it would hide the fact she was to sit with her bear bottom touching the fabric of the seat, and not sit on her skirt, in the same way as O had, in the book she had been reading recently. It was a strange sensation, one she was not used to, but it turned her on. The carriage was quiet, so she felt happy about talking to her new Master, "Did you like my panties?" she enquired. "Very much," He replied, "It seems you were quite looking forward to this." "Yea I ...." She started but then felt him reach under her skirt to feel for himself. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "You still are" He smiled back at her. She blushed and nodded. "Well, now it is time for me to offer you something." he continued. He reached into one of his bags and took out a small collar, almost plain black rubber, with a small D-ring at the front. "This is a consideration collar," He announced, "it symbolises that you are my submissive, and you serve me, but also that this is only the start of our relationship" She beamed a smile, and tears welled in her eyes, "Thank you sir" she had read about collars, and knew what he felt about them. He was serious about what he was doing, and she knew it. "Lean forward" He said. She did so and he placed the collar round her neck. She felt a deep sense of pride in wearing this simple object, she delicately felt the D-Ring wondering how He would make use of it. The couple discussed various topics, as the train made its way towards the capital. Some Kayleigh felt more comfortable with than others, but it never went too far, and so the time came when Kayleigh asked her lover if she could go to the toilet. "You remembered rule number 3, very good, but what about rule 9?" He enquired. "Rule 9?" She thought to herself. She went through all 10 rules she had been given by her Master and Lover in her head; 1) No Cumming without permission. 2) No playing with yourself without permission. 3) No using the toilet without permission, when I can be contacted first. 4) No underwear in my presence without permission. 5) Orders must always be obeyed. 6) No flirting without permission. 7) You must keep yourself in good condition and ready for use at anytime. 8) No clothes in private without permission. 9) No locked doors in my presence. 10) My word on any punishment is final! So she could not lock the toilet door? Then someone might walk in on her! "But..." she started to protest, but was interrupted again. "Come on" He said with a broad smile on his face, offering her his hand, which she took and they walked towards the end of the carriage and toilet. Was he going to stand guard she wondered? They reached the end of the carriage and he held the toilet door open for her and she walked in. He looked to see if anyone was watching then followed her in, locking the door behind him. "You're going to watch me?" she asked shocked. "No, you are going to suck my dick!" He answered. Kayleigh sat on the toilet, skirt hiked up and nervously peed, He undid his fly and let his manhood out, he positioned himself in front of her and she took him into her mouth. She sucked while she peed, a strange sensation to say the least! When she finished peeing, he withdrew from her mouth, and stood her up, spun her round and slid himself into her. She held herself against the walls of the cubicle for balance and they made love in the toilet, rocking with the movement of the train; He thrusted, using the momentum of the train's rocking. It was not long before she had her first orgasm by him, but she did not ask for permission. He reminded her of rule 1. It was not long before she was building to orgasm number 2, this time she asked for permission, but he did not give it, until he was also about to cum, and so the couple came together. She collapsed into his arms, with only the strength to smile, he beamed back at her, tided her and himself up, before they left the cubicle and returned to their seats. They continued to talk, as the countryside became more urban. Kayleigh blushed occasionally, as she stirred, and felt the damp patch on her seat. When they finally arrived at Paddington and got up again, Kayleigh looked at the seat and gasped, thinking "All that came out of me?!" Her Master followed her gaze and saw the darkened fabric. "I wonder who will have to sit in that next." He laughed. Kayleigh turned bright red, and hid her face in his chest. As they walked down the carriage to collect their luggage, she hid her face a again, as they passed the toilet, half turned on, half embarrassed by what they had done. Then they left the train. As they walked trough the station and to a taxi Kayleigh felt a cool breeze try and lift her skirt. She tried to hold it down, she succeeded, but only just. The ride to the hotel flew past, and they were soon installed in the room where she would experience things that, up to now, she had been to scared to try in-case she liked them too much. They had not even unpacked, when her Master returned Kayleigh's underwear. Before she could put the panties back on, He said, "OK my slave, time for you to entertain me, I want to see what kind of stripper you are!" Kayleigh blushed as she put her underwear back on. She was not too happy with how she looked, but her lover had reassured her already that she was beautiful. Her master put some music on his laptop computer and she began to dance. She slowly undressed, teasing her Master as she went. He smiled and watched as her body moved, once she was naked bar the collar that she had accepted only a few hours ago, she was beckoned onto the bed to join her master. She crawled up it and sat next to him. He took out a set of wrist cuffs and put them on her, but did not join them together. "This is your last chance to change your mind before things escalate" He told her. "I am yours Sir, I wish to serve you, please teach me how best to do so" She responded. "Very good," He said "Place your hands behind you back." She did as she was told and the cuffs were locked together. She was blindfolded and had a ball gag placed in her mouth. Her Master then moved to the edge of the bed and laid Kayleigh across his lap. "Now there is a matter, from our journey, we need to deal with" He said. Kayleigh shuddered and tried to ask what she had done, but her response was muffled by the gag. "You forgot rule 1" he announced, "and so you will be punished" She nodded, remembering the toilet and she braced herself for some kind of punishment. It was not long before she felt his hand land on her bottom cheeks. He started slowly, building her up. It was not long before the heat built in her bottom, which made her start to wriggle. He held her down, but she was soon aware, her struggles were having an effect. She smiled, knowing that she would be enjoying that soon. This distraction took her attention away from her burning backside, until he moved his aim, from her buttocks, to the tops of her thighs, which stung; she tried to cry out, but could not. He kept going for several minutes, by this time saliva had made its way round the ball of the gag, and it started to drip to the floor, once he notice this he stopped the spanking, much to Kayleigh's relief. Instead he started to finger her pussy, it was soaking, and he easily slipped several fingers inside her. She almost orgasmed instantly, but she held her self back, and started to beg for permission, but with the gag in she could not make herself understood. It was so frustrating, her bottom burnt, and she was about to loose control of her pussy. It happened, she came, he smiled, and then used his free hand to undo her gag. "I am very sorry Master, I tried to ask, the...." She attempted to apologise until her Masters other hand, covered in her juice, was placed in her mouth. Once she had licked it clean, she was placed, kneeling on the floor, and her master for the second time, placed his cock into her mouth. She gratefully started to suck, but it was soon clear that was not the score. He took hold of her hair each side of her head and forced her deeper onto his cock. She tried to suppress her gag reflex, but could only manage so much before she started to choke. He pulled out and let her catch her breath, before re-inserting himself, until He let go, and came into her mouth. "Don't swallow until I tell you!" He ordered. She nodded. He used the ring on her collar to bring Kayleigh to her feet and sat her on the bed. He then placed nipple clamps on her breasts, knelt in front of her and started to lick her, slowly teasing her clit, building her up, and occasionally tugging on the chain between the clamps. She wanted to swallow so she could breath better, and began to cough. He kept going taking her to her limits. She could barely breathe, she was going to have to shallow and face the consequences of this, but He spoke just in time. "Ok swallow" he said, giving the hardest tug on the chain yet. She did so and then gasped to catch her breath, before she began to scream, building towards yet another orgasm. She began to beg for permission once more, this time she was audible, but was ignored, until the last minute. When permission came, she let herself go, and it was a big one. It left her breathless and exhausted; he untied her hands and removed the blindfold and clamps, she was glad to see the smile on his messy face. She would have laughed, but she could not, she was floating. The next day, when she asked what had happened, he explained it was called subspace, and she would feel it many more times in his service, this made her smile again. But that night was to end with her wrists tied to the collar, spooning with her Master/lover, they slept like that. She was no longer afraid of the future, and her own interests in BDSM. In fact sleeping like this she was more comfortable than she thought she ever could be. The rest of the weekend was to leave her happier and more content than she thought was possible, but that story is for another time!