3 comments/ 21841 views/ 0 favorites Dear Master By: lindiana Master, Dear Master, It is hard to pinpoint and exact place or time when I knew but all my life I have been dominated by powerful men. When it became clear to me that this was a lifestyle choice and something I could do and be accepted, it was in The Sims Online. It was December of 2002. I had been sent an invitation to join the beta test for TSO. At this point, I really had not been playing any games online, just basic things like blackjack and hearts and the like. TSO was a new experience for me. My first incident of cyber was there and at first I found it very strange and a bit repulsive. But then I embraced it and used it to my advantage by becoming a Sim prostitute. It was this character, Anita Dokter, who was playing with a male prostitute who worked at the same club, Nexus 6, who was introduced to the D/s lifestyle. We were playing sex games and he leashed me and treated me like his dog. Then he ordered me to give blowjobs to some men who entered his sim home. It was very thrilling. He and I spoke outside of game and I told him of my fantasy of being raped. He said he wanted to make that fantasy come true for me and since he lived in NYC, we made tentative plans to meet. He asked me to send him my photo and I did then I never heard from him again. I left that server on TSO and moved to another. I was happy there, no longer a prostitute but basically a bisexual. I had both male and female lovers and was enjoying life. On a lark, my female lover and I decided to make male characters on a third server. I named mine Kant DeWitt. I forget what hers was called but she only kept it about a week and deleted. I enjoyed playing a man and would haunt the romance houses looking for girls to play with. One I stumbled upon was called 'submission'. It was there I met two submissives who would change my life, a real life submissive named minxie and one who would become a lover and very good friend, robynne (aka Toria). Kant became something of a leader in the small but growing BDSM D/s and M/s community on the server. But I knew I couldn't keep up the ruse forever and Kant had met a real life Master by the name of Tiger Joe Franklin in game who had become his best friend. I made a second character on the server, luciente. I don't think at the time I made her with the purpose in mind that she would be with Tiger but that is what happened. Eventually the truth came out and I deleted Kant and luciente became my main character and a leader in the quickly growing BDSM community. A few Dom/mes, including Lady Julianna, had got together to start a BDSM neighborhood which they called Rose Thorn Gardens. Luciente built a park, as a means to make peace with Jericus Lee for stealing robynne from him, which she named Rose Thorn Park and it became one of the first standing properties in the village. There was no turning back at this point and luciente became firmly a submissive. Although I did at times switch, it wasn't until August of 2003 that I made another Domme character, her name was Linderella. This is the nickname my father gave me when I was a little girl. I was a switch for a longtime and was told by many I needed to decide what I was. I was either Domme or slave but in my heart I knew I could not be both. We had a Dom/me auction in March of 2004 where Dom/mes were sold as slaves for a certain period of time. The Dom/mes got to keep whatever they were sold for so it was a good arrangement. It was held at my property, at this point rebuilt and called Rose Thorn Fortress. I was purchased by a Gorean Master by the name of Roland Archer. He took the auction very seriously and started training me as a kajira. Once he did, I never went back to being a Domme. I became a kajira and that was that. In May of 2004, I basically left TSO permanently due to my illness and my new obsession, Star Wars Galaxies. And there I found the Master my heart has been seeking all my life and I hope to never leave his side again. There is something about serving that makes you feel complete. Many people do not understand this but I do. I serve out of love, not out of obedience or demand. I could easily walk away but I choose not to because I find such peace and tranquility in service. As well, knowing you belong to One and that he will take care of you and protect you like the valued property you are is very fulfilling. I have always had to be in control and I enjoy knowing the control is no longer mine. I love knowing I do not have to make decisions or deal with the miniscule problems of day to day life because Master will handle them. I love being dominated, being controlled. I love a strong powerful man. I love the idea of being owned by such a man. To be his completely, body, soul, heart, mind, what more could I ask for? That is infinite bliss in itself. My father was very dominant. I am the only one of my siblings who sees serving him as an act of love. At 23, I met Jack and became involved with him on and off for 15 years. He was also very dominant. He had total control of our relationship and of me. So being dominated is all I know. I didn't realize what it was until it was defined for me online but now I wholly embrace this lifestyle. There is nothing I want more than to serve my Master. Not just any Master, no I could not do that. But my Master I can. I love my Master. Obediently, Your slave Dear Master Dear Master, I just can't get you off my mind. You were in my dream again... We met at a hotel, I answered the door naked. As soon as the door opened, you wrapped your arm around me and kissed me hard. Your mouth was so soft, yet strong. I could feel the electricity in your kiss. Your fingers in my hair, pulling my head back, kissing my neck. You pressed me into the wall, your body tightly against me. Your taste, your smell, your feel, everything was so vivid. Like a whirlwind we made it to the bed. You made me lay down on my stomach, you told me to close my eyes while you undressed. I obeyed. "Yes, Master." My breath heavy, my pulse racing. Gently you ran my blindfold up the back of my legs, tickling the ties up my back until you slid it over my eyes. Running your nails up my arms you grabbed my wrist and cuffed one hand. Gently running you nails back down my arm across my shoulders, up my other arm and cuffed the second. After my hands were secured above my head; I could feel your large warm hands started caressing my body. Your strong hands massaging my shoulders, rubbing my back. I let out a moan. Your voice firm but gentle. "Be quiet my pet." I could feel your burning desire through your hands. You were whispering to me, "Be a good girl for me." Slowly, moving down to caress my backside, barely touching it. I started to raise my hips to your hands. "NO, don't move, pet." Oh my, how was I going to do this? I enjoy pleasing you, I can do this. Your wonderful hands running up and down my legs. Slightly spreading them apart, massaging the inside of my thighs, carefully not to touch my wet pussy. Both legs now on fire, you made your way slowly to my feet, you cuffed my ankles together. Flipping me over you started running your hands back up my body. My body trying to stay still. I must please Master. You finally reached my aching breasts. Sucking, pulling, nibbling, and kissing. Squeezing my nipples hard, you told me if I was a good girl and didn't make a sound, or move; you would give me a treat. I so want to please Master. I found myself holding my breath. Breathe I had to remind myself. "Thank you Master" was almost too much to say. You proceeded to run your hot, large hands all over my body, again avoiding my hot, very wet pussy. Kissing and licking everywhere your hands had touched. It was hard to stay still, but I managed, barely. You kept whispering, "You're being a very good girl." Your voice so soft I could barely hear you. Working your mouth and hands back down my body, you kissed the tips of my toes and disappeared. Straining, I could hear you; it was so hard not to move. I could feel your breath on my nipples. Then the soft feel of, my guess, feathers flitting around my swollen breasts. Down my stomach, down and up each leg. Hovering over my aching clit. "Good pet." I felt the warmth from your body next to mine. I so wanted to be good for my Master. You turned me over again, laying on my stomach I could feel the feathers running down my back. Following the curve of my hips, it sent a shiver up my body. OH NO I hope he didn't notice. I thought. The sound of your breath becoming ragged, the darkness, the sensations. I don't know how much more I can take and still obey. When I'm on the brink of sensation overload, it all stopped. I couldn't hear you anymore. Where did you go? I couldn't feel anything but the tingle in my pussy. Slight panic hit my stomach. Please, I didn't think I did a bad thing. I wanted to call your name, but I can't disobey. The emptiness running around my head. Spinning, deafening silence. The sound of your breathing came back into focus. I could feel your body heat radiating towards me. My panic subsiding. I was a good pet. I could feel a smile turning the corner of my lips. Your breath brushing my cheek. I pleased him! "CUM!" You ordered. My whole body went into spasms, I could feel all of my muscles tingling... My eyes flew open, I was really having an orgasm. That is one Hell of a way to wake up. Thank you Master. Your pet Dear Master Dear Master, They say history repeats itself. I wonder if people are doomed to the same fate. Meeting the same people, experiencing the same personalities, gravitating souls destined to change the other. I burn brighter with you. Not because of love or any other notable virtue, but because you bring out the worst in me. Desire burns hotter, jealousy threatens to choke me, and my insatiable greed is all consuming. Given two choices: one, a life full of happiness and uneventful occurrences versus a life full of uncertainty and adventure with you, I would always be tempted to choose you. It's almost as if I've chosen before. Another version of myself experienced this treacherous desire. The addiction. I'm not a fool, we both have other lovers, but it's different between us. I am only truly satisfied when I'm with you. You aren't the cutest or the kindest. You are the king of partial truths and secrecy. If I were smarter, then I would run far from you and never let you touch me again. Yet, fate is one fickle bitch. My entire body is attuned to you. When you stand close to me and I can smell your scent, your masculinity, my body trembles and I'm instantly wet. Your kisses are like oxygen; I'll die if I can't get more of them. And when you are inside me, my mind goes blank except for the pleasure I feel. I imagine you were once a sultan and I was a slave girl bought for your pleasure and satisfaction. I caught your eye, as I was completing my duties for the evening. You called to me confident, a man used to always receiving his way in all things. I kneeled before you, eyes lowered in supplication. You lift my head to peer into my eyes, trying to learn my secrets. You tell me to disrobe, right there, in front of everyone. Never taking my eyes off of you, I let my garments fall, and my breathing quickens, uncertain if from fear or anticipation. Your hand catches my chin in its grip and you lean in to kiss me, a master claiming his property. As you kiss me, you use your other hand to rub my clit, gentle at first, but then an increase in intensity. As my body reacts by trembling and my moans become louder, your mouth leaves mine and you start to kiss your way to my breasts. You take a nipple into your mouth and ravage it, switching between sucking and biting. My head falls back and I forget there are people watching you, that we are not alone. I don't care. I lean into your fingers and clasp your head to my breast. You laugh and break free from my hold and turn your attentions to the other one. My orgasm hits me hard, shuddering violently in your embrace, wetting your fingers in the process. You feed your fingers to my lips, forcing me to taste myself. I fall to my knees in front of you, sitting there, your erection inches from my lips. I use my hands to free you from your garments, and start to lick and suck on your dick, licking the sides and head, moving my mouth over you. You thread your hands in my hair, massaging my hair, until all of a sudden you pull my hair hard and my body reacts in lust, my pussy becomes wetter and my body shudders. You tilt my head back and cease my tasting of you. "You like it rough slave girl, don't you?" I don't answer because your tongue is now in my mouth as you grab my legs and thrust into me. There is nothing gentle about your strokes; you are inside of me, rough and deep. I let my body fall backwards towards the floor, so that all I can see is you leaning over me, holding my legs above my head. My moans become loud in the room, my body trembling in lust. You lean down and kiss me, a punishing, dominating kiss. You brand me with your lips, with your dick, and all I can do is climax, my pussy contracting around your dick. You groan and say, "You are going to make me cum, slave girl, with your wet, tight pussy." I gasp at your naughty words, but I spread my legs wider to give you more access. You pound me harder and then I feel your climax deep inside of me. You collapse on top of me, kissing my forehead, pulling me close. "Are you ready, for your education, slave girl?" you ask me. I frown, puzzled by your question, uncertain how I should respond to you. "Do you want to please me?" you rephrase and I nod in affirmation. "Good." You smile at me and lean in to kiss me. "It would please me greatly to see you receive pleasure, to be pleasured by others, while I watch." I blink at your words. You see my hesitation and pull me up. I finally notice the other occupants in the room. Two of your trusted advisors were seated, stroking their dicks while staring at the two of us. You lead me towards them and stand behind me, cupping and pinching my nipples. My eyes close as my head falls back towards your shoulder as I arch towards your fingers. I feel fingers gently spreading me, stroking me. I adjust my stance and the fingers become more insistent, probing deeper. You step from behind me and another man takes your place. He kisses my neck and resumes cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. I open my eyes to see you sitting and watching, your eyes piercing the depth of my soul. They lead me towards a dais and lay me down. One of the men spreads me wide and starts to lick my pussy and clit. The other man stands by my head and touches his dick to my lips. I open my mouth and take him in my mouth, licking and sucking on his head. My moans become trapped in my throat as I move my head up and down his dick. He pinches my nipples, as I taste him in my mouth. My body hums and shudders as I experience the beginnings of another orgasm from the man licking and tonguing my pussy. Suddenly, he stops licking me and enters me with one smooth stroke. My head falls back as I stop tasting the dick in my mouth to enjoy the dick in my pussy. My eyes open and I meet your gaze across the room. A million messages are conveyed through that glance. I know that even though two other males are using my body that I belong to you. That this only happens because you allow it. I stare at you unblinking, watching you become hard again. Never taking your eyes off of mine, you begin to stroke yourself and I watch, attuned to your every movement, your desire. As you watch me, I feel my pleasure growing, my body tensing, feeling as if no one else existed but you and me in the room. "Come for me, my naughty slave girl" you whisper and my body tenses and climaxes from your words. Exhausted, I collapse weakly against the dais, trying to catch my breath. You call your advisors over to you and I feel them leave my body gently. Closing my eyes, I try to recover from the intensity of the orgasms I experienced. "Open your mouth, slave girl," you command and I obey. You gently thrust your dick into my mouth as you start to caress my hair. As you caress my hair, you start to thrust a little bit deeper each time. Your hands become more aggressive and pull gently on my hair as you guide your dick in and out of my mouth. I can feel you trembling as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. Your moans become louder and your thrusts more insistent. I open my mouth wider to accommodate your thrusts for all I want to do is please you. Finally, I feel your body shudder and the taste of your cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallow, lick my lips, and rest my head against your thigh. "Such a good little slave girl, you are" you whisper to me, hands still in my hair. It is at this point I wake up alone in my bed. My nipples are hard and my pussy wet from this dream of us together. I start to finger my clit furiously and intently, needing this release from the intense feelings I just experienced. My orgasm hits me hard as I call your name, the echoing silence mocking me. I recline back against my pillows and try to collect my thoughts. Dear Master Dear Master, I was wondering if you would tie me up and blind fold me and if I needed a gag, I would love for you to put your penis in my warm, wet mouth. I would be naked already, or you could rip my clothes off literally while I'm lying there. I would feel cold at first, my whole body would shiver and my usually small nipples would get supehard and aroused. You would take your time with me. The longer and slower you took, the more aroused I would get from the mystery of what you were going to do next. You would start by breathing really close to my whole body beginning at my ear. You would nuzzle your nose along mine and hold my face by my cheek forcefully, but passionately, and kiss me long and deep. This started to make my body feel warm and my vagina was dancing with delight. You move down to my neck and breathe heavy. Its hot against my skin and I want to touch you so bad but I can't, I arc my back trying to get my breasts to touch you, but I only touch air. I feel your presense move away and I stop moving. "Kate, if you are to be my obedient slave you must not move your body, not even an inch. You are to let me pleasure you. I surely do not need your guidance! Let that part go and obey your Master, or you're out of the game. I have plenty of slaves that can replace you." "Yes, Master." I/Kate replied. You go in for the kill and bite my neck. I let out a moan of pleasure and pain, but I remain still. My body shivered with ecstasy from the bite- I love how u bite my neck-so sexy. Anyway, the moment me and my vagina have been waiting for: titty-time! "If you want to get me superwet and make my lips swell, this is it!" Kate notified the Master of her secret turn on. You start by putting your index finger in my mouth and I suck on it while you breathe your hot breath all over my chest area. I try so hard not to make a move. You take your wet finger out of my mouth and circle it around my right nipple and admire how my breasts look. I can feel you just staring at them and it makes me feel insecure, but then I remember I am the most beautiful slave inside and outside, and out of all the others!! I start to feel confident and sexy .You come down and whisper in my ear, "you have beautiful white, milky breasts that are a perfect handful" just as you cup my right breast in your big warm hand. I tell you, "you can milk them all night long" as you laugh and I moan for you to use your tongue as you are squeezing both of my titties in your hands. It feels so good to have my boobs massaged by you cuz u know what you are doing. I feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter! Each time you pinch a nipple my pussy screams for you. After fondling my breasts/nipples for 10 minutes, you start to breathe on my breasts again, alternating between hot and cool breaths. I am so turned on my stomach starts to feel in knots and I crave your tongue on my nipples. "C'mon already, will you lick my breasts all over, I'm dying here-you are torturing me, but at the same time I dont want this to end!" I, Kate, cries out. "Patience slave, all good things cum to those who obey!" You, Master Alex replied. "Yes, Master" "Alex, is fine." "Yes, Alex" Just the way I said your name made your penis hard. "Say my name again and tell me what you want be to do to you in detail" you say. "Alex" I cried out with a pained voice, "I want you to lick my nipples with the tip of your tongue and make smooth circles around my nipples with your tongue, alternating between each breast. You should cup both of my breasts and go to town sucking, licking, nibbling, teasing with your mouth and tongue, but don't hurt them, love them" and you did just that... You even got so excited that you took your penis and put it between my breasts. I told u, "before u could start, you should finger me a little because I am really wet like dripping sopping wet." If I could have seen your face, it would have been priceless! My pussy was so wet, it felt like a soft ball of mush. My lips were slippery and wet and glistening in the moonlight. You took your fingers out and wiped my juices all over my cleavage and even held your fingers by my nose. "Smell" and with your command I did just that. "OMG!" The smell of my own pussy turned me on so much! "My pussy smells absolutely delicious!" I can hear you breathing heavy and realize you are smelling your fingers still-you can't get enough of it and I like that. "Oh Kate, you smell divine!" You say to me. "I do, dont I? If I smell great, Im sure I taste even better." You breathe on my pussy as you take major inhales of my scent. You start to seep pre-cum out of the tip of your penis. You take your finger and wipe the pre-cum and put your finger in my mouth and ask me, "How do I taste?" "Mmm.. nummy!" I honestly said back. "OMG! I hate the taste of semen, but yours; yours tastes like cotton candy. makes me want to suck you and fuck you hard, Alex?!?!" "Oh, we will get to that part eventually." And with that said you/Alex licked my lips with the tip of his tongue tracing along the outer edges of my pussy hole very soft, slow, and methodical. I could feel his warm breath and picture how beautiful he looks munching on my beaver. He tells me, "this tie up thing really works?!" as I moan out loud, multiple times. By now he is licking and flicking my clit with his tongue. My pussy juice is running down his chin, thats how wet I am & how much we enjoy each other. My mouth is watering, my face is beat red and throbbing with passion, my skin is blotchy and flustered. I can't help but gyrate my hips and fuck his face. He seems to like it or feels that way. I tell him, "please stop or I will cum and I want to cum on his dick when he cums.." but he just keeps thrusting his fingers and tongue simultaneously in and out of my pussy hole. You love the way I taste that you want me to squirt in your mouth. "Squirt? Ive never squirted before I thought that was a myth." Kate said wearily. "Oh Kate, you can do it! (I can? :/)... and with that he brought his face up to mine and I could smell myself all over his face, lips, & breath. It was a huge turn on! We started kissing and I felt my legs start to shake and you held me down by my hips and looked at me knowingly and proud. I arched my back again, but instead of getting yelled at; you took my breasts in your bear/bare hands and rubbed your face all around them. "You motor-boatin' son of a bitch!" Kate said jokingly and light-hearted. Then you licked my nipples and areola really good and sloppy wet. You took your hot dick and slapped it between my breasts and started to rub yourself back and forth, while pushing my breasts together. They tightly enveloped your hot, horny cock. I want to massage your ass so bad and try to pry myself out of my restraints to no such luck. I cry out in agony, "You either let me suck on your yummy cock right now, OR you are fucking my vagina with it before I go insane!" I screamed. Alex took his penis and put it in my mouth to gag me before I could even finish my sentence. "mmm..." I moan, as you can feel the vibrations from my mouth on your cock. I feel it your cock growing and getting bigger in my mouth- which actually made it easier for me to suck on his cock without using my hands. You love how I am milking your cock-you are shocked at how good I am and want to reward me! You start to hump my face and fuck my mouth hard. I can feel it hitting the back of throat, but I dont care because you fucking love it... So much that you cum in my mouth unexpectedly! I purse my lips and swallow a thick, milky "cock" tail of cum! I lick my lips- there are traces of both of us on my lips. You start to undo my restraints and I jump on you like a tiger and rub your tired penis against my clit and squeeze my tits as you watch intently. You start to perk up and I climb on top of you and insert your slick dick into my vagina. We both let out a giant, deep moan. You full fill every inch of me and In that moment we feel each other. I have never felt so close to a person so fast. My pussy smelled so strong that we could smell it every time I would ride up and down his big,hot, young, cock.. between the smell, the moistness running down his legs, we came together as one and it was the best and so real.I crave you, Alex. Dear Master Ch. 02 Dear Master, It is different now that you are gone. Sex is not as mysterious or adventurous as it once was. I never knew when to expect you, but I knew what to do to please you. Kneeling in supplication, I always remembered that good slaves submitted at your feet, waiting eagerly for your instructions. When you aren't close to me in proximity or fucking me, I often think to myself, "This isn't me." I am a force of nature to be reckoned with at work and with friends and family. With you? Once strong, I am now weak. My desire is to please you, to be rewarded by your kiss, your touch, and your dick. You tested my control often. Once, you had me lay next to you on my bed, both of us fully clothed while you watched porn. You asked me to point out what I found desirable. Throughout it all, I wasn't allowed to touch you or myself until you gave me permission. Lying there, I felt my nipples tighten and my pussy become wet, just by being close to you. You only made me wait thirty minutes, but it felt like an eternity, wanting to be dominated, owned by you. I think the biggest myth about lust is that it is gentle and best when you are in love; however, lust can be all consuming, dark, and even a catharsis of intense emotion with the right person. Sometimes love is not even an emotion that ever enters the equation. One of my favorite memories is when you returned from vacation and came by immediately after arriving in town. You bent me over my chair and spanked me for making you miss fucking me. My punishment last for so long, my legs were shaking and I could barely stand on my own. You reached between my legs and felt my soaking wet pussy. "Naughty girl," you said and then laughed. I brought a paddle after that. Yesterday, I was shopping for new toys when I found a riding crop. My brain instantly remembered you spanking me. I don't even remember paying for it, but it sits in my closet, a lustful reminder of my dark desires. The last time I saw you, you watched me pleasure myself while I described a memory. I touched my breasts, cupping them, pinching my nipples that were encased in nipple clamps. Under your watchful gaze, I spread my legs so that you could see me begin to rub my clit while I continued my dialogue. I begin to writhe on the bed, my gasps and moans interrupting the dialogue at times, but I continued my story. "You sound wet," you reply after awhile. "I am, master." I reply, barely able to respond. Even though I'm close to climaxing, something eludes me. I am so close, yet so far from that moment. Suddenly, I stop touching myself. I know what it is I need. Never taking my eyes off of you, I make my way towards you. My pride in shambles, I crawl to where you sit. I prop myself up on my knees to place my hands on your thighs and gaze into your eyes. Lust, domination, salvation, and damnation peer back into my soul. I am Pandora, seeking the answers to questions best unanswered. I want. I need. I submit. I reach with shaking hands to undress you. You stop me and capture one of my tortured nipples with your mouth. I begin to shake and moan while you continue to ravish my nipple. As I feel myself getting closer to orgasm, you stop, only to pull me up and toss me on the bed. Quickly, you strip off your clothes and climb on top of me. My salvation. You capture my wrists and push my arms above my head. Trapped, I wait for instruction, for completion. You kiss me, a punishing kiss, a kiss of ownership, domination. Eagerly, I respond by wrapping my legs around you. Lost in your kisses, I don't remember my clothes disappearing or the nipple clamps being removed. I do remember you kissing down my body and ravishing my nipples again. Left than right, right than left, torturing me until I lose all sense of coherence. Ripples of pleasure run through my entire body, every part of me focused solely on reaching my climax. "Turn over, slave girl." "Let me give you the spanking you deserve," you whisper in my ear and then bite my earlobe. I turn over and feel your hand caress my butt cheek. I arch my hips in invitation, needing this punishment, your domination. My damnation. You bring your hand down hard, the smack of skin-to-skin contact echoing in the room. My breathing becomes ragged, uneven. You spank me again, but this time on the other cheek. As you continue to give me my punishment, I feel my pussy getting wetter and my body throbbing with desire. Suddenly, you use your other hand to pull my hair so that my body arches and my head falls back. Your hand in my hair tightens while your other hand ceases my punishment to reach between my legs to feel my clit. "Your clit is so fucking hard and so big, slave girl," you exclaim and I start to convulse, your words the catalyst for my orgasm. My orgasm is intense and hits me so hard that I squirt all over your hand. Out of breath and needing a moment to recover, I turn over and try to control my breathing. You lay next to me in the bed, feeding me your fingers so that I can lick myself off of you. After I finish licking your fingers, I get on my hands and knees and begin to kiss my way down your body. I start at your nipples, licking and biting them in tandem. Right, then left, then right again. Then I kiss my way down your abs and take you fully into my mouth. I love the way you taste and feel in my mouth. Using my hands, tongue, lips, and my entire mouth to bring you pleasure makes my pussy wetter. Just by feeling your hands in my hair, your groans in my ear, I become determined to make you violent with lust. You pull me off of you to flip me over onto my back. You lean down to kiss me, biting my lip as you end the kiss. Pulling on my legs so that I slide down the bed, you enter me with one hard thrust. I moan feeling pleasure erupt all throughout my body. "You love it when I fuck you hard, don't you?" you rasp in-between thrusts. I do. I can't deny my body this pleasure. Feeling my legs pushed over my head and you pounding my pussy, pushes me close to another intense orgasm. My senses are over stimulated. Your lips seek mine hungrily, violently, as if you are marking me yours. I can smell our individual scents intertwining, the air filled with our unique scent, our moans of pleasure, our dark need. You move faster, deeper. My moans become sobs of ecstasy, of spiraling desire. My nails dig into your back, urging you on, demanding more. I bite your earlobe, and I can feel your body shudder in response. We move together, a frenzied dance of motion, panting and thrusting, both of us so close to the edge. "More," I demand. In response, you grip my legs tighter and thrust deeper. You lean down to bite my nipple-hard and I scream my climax. My body shudders and I feel my muscles clamp down hard around your dick. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum" you gasp and you thrust even harder which triggers another orgasm for me. You collapse on top of me, both of our chests heaving, trying to gulp down air. It is in this moment I realize that I am addicted to you. I need this submission as well as your domination. It frees me, completes me. I know that you will tire of our games way before I do. You are my damnation and my salvation. You roll off of me and onto your back. I know that you can never know my secret. My secret is this: I love being your fuck toy and would do anything you asked. There is no shame, just submission. You reach for me. Need arises. I give in, I submit. Dear Master Ch. 03 Dear Master Derrick, I have to remind myself often to refer to you by your given name, not the name whispered in trust and ecstasy, or the name bestowed upon you while you slid deep inside me. This journey transported me places I never thought I would go. Like Alice and the looking glass, I could never say no, just continue exploring, experiencing pleasures I never imagined I would know. Long before Fifty Shades of Grey or erotica becoming mainstream, I coveted a male strong enough to entice to submit. To relinquish my strength just for a moment, allowing another control of my body, my mind. I loved succumbing to your desires, your needs. I fondly remember Thursday night football, the television announcing each play while you sat on my couch, your hands in my hair, your dick in my mouth. For me, it was the best of both worlds; I could listen to my favorite sport and hear you moan your pleasure as you thrust into my mouth. So many "firsts", my first master, the first time I ever squirted, my first black male. Maybe all of these firsts are the reason I can't shake you, can't rid myself of this wanting, this aching desire that I feel. It could be because you helped me embrace my inner pain slut. I have always been aware that it existed, but you were the one who taught me to accept that I need pain to experience pleasure. "Hurt me so good, Master", I would whisper and you would oblige me. We are not good in engaging in pleasant conversation with each other, in fact I'm pretty sure that outside of the bedroom, you and I are like oil and water, we could never be just friends. Our best communication is done without words, but through our bodies. You and I are at our best when fucking, experiencing the most honest conversations we have ever had. You are an alpha male, in all sense of the word. Sensing my desire, you stalk me as a lion does its prey, never looking away, slow and deadly, until you are within striking distance. Then, you wait patiently, seeking my surrender before our games begin. Waiting for me to forsake all control and become yours. "Touch yourself," you command and I obey. You watch as I begin to rub my clit, feeling the pleasure from my own touch and your approval. Kneeling between my legs you kiss my thighs, slow, gentle kisses at first until you start to nip at my skin. "Don't you stop touching yourself," you demand and continue to kiss my thighs. I feel your breath so close to my hands and pussy that pleasure ripples throughout my body. I want to feel your tongue and lips instead of my fingers, but I know better than to ask. Yet, your breath is on my fingers and I pause, excitement and desire spiking through my body. I feel your tongue licking my fingers, your warm breath on my pussy and I can feel myself getting wetter, craving more. Trembling, my fingers are clumsy in their attempt to give me pleasure, for all I want is to arch into your mouth, to feel your tongue inside me. Abruptly, you pull away from me and I can't prevent myself from crying out a protest. "Wait," I plead. You stop and wait. Realizing my mistake, I reply, "I'm sorry, master." Please, come back." "Impatient vixen", you reply. "Not your time to cum, yet." "But soon." You reach for a blindfold to cover my eyes. A part of me tenses, not accustomed to temporary blindness. I can feel your body on top of me as you lift my arms up over my head. As you fasten my right wrist to the bedpost, I inhale your scent, so intoxicating, so virile that I tremble with anticipation of what's to come. I feel your breath on my face as I sense you close enough to kiss me and you do. Slow and devouring, your kisses and tongue coax me to open, to give you everything. As you kiss me, I can feel my left wrist being fastened. Now I am completely at your mercy, under your control. You continue to kiss me, but now I feel your hands in my hair. Running your hands through my silky strands, I arch into your kisses, relaxed and wanting more. Abruptly, your hands begin to tug at my hair, becoming more and more forceful until you pulled hard enough to tilt my head back. You slow the intensity of our kisses and bite my lip gently as you move away from my lips. I feel your lips on the side of my neck, alternating between sucking and biting. Secretly, I hope you'll leave marks for I love seeing your marks on my body the next morning. I wear my marks with pride, knowing I'm the only one who knows about my slutty behavior. Then, you kiss your way down to my nipples, knowing that one of my pleasure spots are my nipples. You are so skilled with the way you know how to suck and bite my nipples with enough pressure that I feel pleasure, but enough pain to fulfill my deviant needs. "Harder, master," I urge, needing more as I moan my excitement. "Patience, you little devil," you reply and you spank my pussy in punishment. My body tenses from the shock, but the stinging sensation quickly becomes pleasure. To punish me further, you slow your nipple play, teasing me, not giving me enough, enjoying the way my body arches off the bed while hearing me beg and plead for more. "Are you wet enough for me?" you ask and I whimper as you reach down to check. You insert your finger into my pussy, to insert your finger between my lips. I open and taste myself off of your finger. Then, you resume your nipple play while thrusting two fingers inside my pussy. My body rides your hand, while I sob and moan, wanting you to make me cum. "Do you know why I didn't tie your legs down?" When I didn't answer, you stopped playing with my body. "Do you?" "No, Master," I reply, willing to say anything to get your mouth and fingers to continue their assault. "Because your legs belong wrapped around me while I fuck you hard the way you want" you rasp and your hands fasten around my knees as you pull my legs wide and thrust into me, wrapping my legs around your back. We both moan, enjoying the feel of you fucking my dripping, wet pussy. "Listen to how wet you are-I love fucking your tight wet pussy," you whisper in-between thrusts. "Harder, master," I beg. I feel your hands move from my hip up towards my neck. Your hands are on both sides of my neck. My breath catches in my throat. Then, I feel you squeeze, gently at first, but then the pressure increases. You continue to increase pressure around my neck while fucking me harder and I whimper for this new sensation pushes me closer to my climax. "Do your friends know how rough you like it?" you demand. "How you are my little pain slut?" You lean down to catch my lip between your teeth and bite hard. My body begins to writhe violently and I scream my climax, not caring who hears me. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" you exclaim and fuck me harder, as you begin to climax. Both of us sated, we lie on my bed, content with the silence, enjoying the afterglow. You remove the blindfold and untie me, then reach down to rub my clit. "I love making you cum," you rasp and I arch into your fingers, your touch. You bring me easily to a second climax, my body quavering from the intensity. I catch my breath and smile, ready to return the favor. As I lower my head to take you into my mouth, I know that this will be a night to remember, a night that we will spend exhausting one another. Dear Master Ch. 04 Chapter Four-"The Last Submission" Dear Derrick, It's been two months. For the most part, I have accepted that you weren't coming back. I returned to my normal schedule and made plans to try other lovers; however, there would be occasional moments in which I would remember vividly our sexual encounters and I would have to bring myself to orgasm, since I was so wet from remembering your domination, but knew you were not available. Yet, I had no idea that I was about to have an unforgettable night that I would always remember and cherish. It started off like most days, uneventful and typical. I went to work and came home preparing to relax from the stress of a long week with a glass of wine when my phone chimes, indicating I received a text. I glance down at the phone briefly and then do a double take recognizing the phone number as yours. "I've read your stories," you texted me. "What stories?" I text back, a little curious, a little peeved that I haven't heard from you and the first time I do, it's vague and coy. "Your good erotic stories." chimes the next text. "The ones about me. Surprised you didn't reveal all that occurred." I lean back in my chair and ponder this for a moment. Do I lie to you? Do I continue this conversation? Can I not give in to my desire to please you, to experience your special brand of domination? Another text message chime. "Whatcha doin?" you text. "Thinking." I reply honestly. That's all I can do right now. A million thoughts run through my mind. "About?" you text back. "Everything and nothing." I reply and toss the phone on the cushion next to me. Ten minutes pass. Then, another chime. "Do you want to see me?" you ask. Arrogant bastard. As if I can answer that question. I really should say no, yet my body craves your touch. "Yes." I text back. "Give me an hour." "OK." You text. "See you then." I grab my phone and walk to my bedroom. Do I dress for seduction or dress as if I am not interested in fucking you? I sigh, not really sure of the answer. I strip off my work clothes and get in the shower. As the heated water runs down my body, I use the loofa to scrub my body clean, to be ready for anything. I grab the razor off of the shelf and shave my pussy, knowing that we both love the feel of my pussy completely free of hair. As I stand with my back to the showerhead, memories of all of our sexual encounters play in my mind. I can feel my body responding to my lustful thoughts; my breasts become heavy, my nipples hard and firm, and my pussy starting to become wet. I finish rinsing myself off and turn off the shower, getting ready to rub lotion into my skin and figure out what to wear. I rub lotion into my skin and it intensifies my feelings of desire. I can remember you running your fingers up my leg to tease me often, to delay my climax, to make me wild with passion. "Fuck!" I exclaim. I glance at the clock and realize I have 20 minutes left. I need to cum now before you are here. I lie down on my bed and spread my legs. I know this will be a quick orgasm for I do not have time for a long, drawn out experience. I grab my nipple clamps and put them on, whimpering at the sensations they bring to my body, the pain equaling pleasure. I begin to rub my clit, hard and fast, trying to bring this orgasm on quickly so that I can be ready when you arrive. My breath is ragged and panting and I know this will be intense. I remember the time you fucked me from behind, your hands in my hair pulling and I can feel myself nearing my climax. "Come for me, my little pain slut" I imagine you whispering to me and I shatter, writhing and moaning out my orgasm. I remove the nipple clamps and lie there, debating if I should tell you not to come over, as I am frightened by the way my body responded to memories of you. "Could I handle the real thing?" I wonder and get up to get dressed. I decide I will wear a dress with no panties or bra and see where this night would lead. I look at the clock-five minutes are left. I brush my hair and put on make-up. I usually never wore make-up with you because before you would text me and tell me to be ready in ten minutes which was enough time for a shower and fixing my hair, with a little time for straightening up the house. My palms begin to sweat. My hands are trembling. I hear your car in the driveway. I let out a breath. Showtime. You knock at the door. I count to three and open it. I smile as you step inside my house. "Hey." You say. "Hey." I reply. Silence. I glance at you from my lowered glaze. You close the door and step closer to me. I inhale and stand my ground. You smell as good as I can remember. Your scent always made me wet. I watch your nostrils flare and I know you can smell me, my desire. You step closer and I step back. Skittish, I retreat from your advances until I realized I have walked backwards into my bedroom. I feel my thighs hit the bed. Oops. I look up into your gaze. "We should talk," you say and I nod my head in agreement, at a loss for words. "Later though" you say and laugh and you push me onto the bed. As my back hits the mattress, you are on me with your tongue in my mouth. We both moan, lost in the moment, kissing each other with ardent desire. I run my nails under your shirt and dig my nails into your back, drawing you closer to me. You thrust between my legs and I can feel your hard dick against my thigh, both of us still clothed. I reveal in your taste, drinking your taste as a dehydrated man seeks water, needing this with every fiber of my being. I wrench my mouth away from yours. Panting heavily, I sit up on the bed, running my hands through my hair. "What?" you ask, waiting for me to gather my thoughts. " I want this to be different," I reply and climb on top of you. "How?" you ask with laughter in your voice. I lean down and kiss you gently at first, until your hands pull me closer and you deepen the kiss. I push your arms above your head and your fingers seek mine, our hands clasping and intertwining. After awhile I break my hands free so that in between kisses, I can reach for the restraints on the bed. I snap one around your left wrist. You pause in kissing me and look up at me with a smile. "Really?" you ask. I understand your question. Am I really ready to take control? "Yes" I purr and reach for the other restraint to bind your right wrist. There. I lean back and admire the attractive man chained to my bed. I smile. "Mine." I whisper and begin to strip you of your pants and boxers. I pull my dress over my head so that I am naked and press my body to yours. "My shirt?" you ask with a smirk. "Leave it" I reply and kiss you. As I'm kissing you I'm rubbing my pussy against your hard cock. I am so wet that you glide between my folds and I ride you that way while our tongues duel and dance. "God, that feels good." you sigh in-between kisses and I smile. I break the kiss to reach over to my nightstand and grab my nipple clamps. I lift up your shirt to your neck and lick and nip at your nipples. Then, I place the clamps on your nipples, enjoying the hiss of pleasure that escapes from your lips. I kiss and lick down your body, spending time around your abs and then lower. I nibble and kiss your thighs, taking my time to prolong the pleasure. I hover over your dick and just lick the head quickly, feeling you jerk against the restraints. "Tease," you groan and I laugh. I then lick and gently suck on your balls playing with both of them enjoying your moans of delight. Finally, I grasp the base of your dick and put the head in my mouth, sucking gently. I begin to lick down one side of your dick and then the other to then return to the head to suck it again. I begin to move my mouth very slowly down your dick taking you deeper and deeper within my mouth. A part of me wishes your hands were in my hair, but I am getting off on hearing your gasps and moans while pleasing you. Ever so often, I stop deep throating you to press my breasts around your dick and move them up and down, my saliva on your dick a great lubricant. "You are going to make me cum" you groan and I pick up the speed and intensity. Suddenly, you tense and I feel your cum in my mouth and I swallow. Smiling, I climb up your body to release the restraints; however, as soon as you are released you quickly flip me over and pin my arms over my head. "Naughty little devil" you whisper in my ear. You bend down and lick my ear only to bite the earlobe as you pull away. "Don't move or I'll stop." Your hands move down my body, caressing my skin gently. You spread my legs apart and touch my pussy. "Damn, you're wet." You exclaim. I hear you reaching into my nightstand drawer but I have no idea what you are searching for until I feel the smack of the paddle hitting my ass cheeks. "Be a good girl and count out your smacks," you command and I obey. By the time I reached twenty, my ass was burning and my pussy was sopping wet. I could feel it running down the sides of my legs. I hear you toss the paddle back in the drawer. You rummage around the drawer some more. "Here, fuck yourself with this," you tell me and hand me Mr. Purple. Mr. Purple is a 10 inch, purple vibrator that I can only use when I'm sopping wet. It has rotating beads and a thrusting component that I absolutely love using. I start to turn over and you hold me in place. "No, use it while lying on your tummy," you tell me and I shrug. I spread my legs and insert Mr. Purple. The angle is awkward so you help move me to an abbreviated doggy style position where my ass is in the air, but my head is on my pillow. Both of our hands are on the vibrator, thrusting it inside of me. I become lost in sensation, getting closer to orgasm, vaguely aware of you moving behind me, rubbing my asshole with your fingers. Then, I feel your dick slowly begin to enter my asshole. As I begin to withdraw the vibrator from my pussy, you stop me. "Don't stop," you whisper and wrap one hand around mine to help me thrust it back in, while continuing to enter my ass. Now, I've been double penetrated before. There is that brief moment of pain that turns into exquisite pleasure from the sensation of being filled completely. You grip my hips tighter as you fuck my ass and I moan at the kinkiness of feeling you in my ass while Mr. Purple is in my pussy. My climax hits me hard and I shudder violently, squirting all over my sheets and Mr. Purple. You pull out from behind me, remove your condom to throw it away, and run your hands up my thighs to spread my legs wide. "Think it's time for some face to face play time," you say. "I'm ready to fuck this wet pussy." "Please fuck me, Derrick." I say breathlessly. "Fuck me hard." "Not master?" you ask. "Are you my master?" I ask coyly. You don't answer my question, but instead move your hands up my waist, towards my nipples and squeeze them hard. I gasp, but lie still under your caresses. Then, you move your hands towards the sides of my neck and squeeze, bringing your face close to mine as you squeeze. "Admit it. You missed this", you demand, your lips inches from my own. I turn my head, not willing to answer your question. Instead, I spread my legs and then hook them around your waist, bringing your dick closer to my pussy. You grab my legs and pull them apart wider, leaning over me to pin my arms above my head. I can feel your dick rubbing against my pussy, moving against my opening, but denying us both the pleasure of penetration. "Give in to me," you demand, while pressing your forehead to mine. "Tell me." I begin to turn my head, but you capture my bottom lip gently between your teeth. I whimper at the sensation, the brief flare of pain quickly turning to bliss. I begin to move my hips in rhythm with yours, trying to tempt you to fuck me. You release my lip only to adjust your grip on my arms and then lean down to hover over my breasts. I can feel your warm breath on my sensitized skin and I tremble, eagerly awaiting your next move. You lick my right nipple gently, moving your tongue slowly over the hardened nipple. You begin to suckle it slowly, deliberate in your gentleness, knowing it is not what I crave. I begin to writhe on the bed, my limbs twisting in pleasure, knowing I'm so close to getting what I desire, what I need. "So close," you whisper, your voice in my ear. "All you have to do..." you continue and then bite my earlobe. You begin your ruthless assault again, gently sucking on my nipples and rubbing against the opening of my pussy. Moaning, I try to free myself from your grasp for I am so close to climaxing from your relentless teasing. Realizing that I am trapped by your grip, by your hips, and by your will, I give in to your wishes. "Yes, I've missed this-Stop teasing me!" I hiss in irritation. You kiss the side of my neck, nibbling at the skin, pulling my skin gently with your teeth. I shiver, enjoying the feel of your teeth on my neck. Suddenly, you release my arms and pinch my left nipple as you bite my right nipple. I begin to convulse in agonized pleasure, my climax immediate and immense, and I scream, knowing I've probably startled the neighbors, but beyond caring. In the throes of passion, I can feel your hands pulling on my legs and finally I feel you inside of me as I am still shuddering from my first orgasm. I can feel the pressure building again fully aware that you are determined to bring me to a second climax, with you inside me. I rake my nails down your back, enjoying your hiss of pleasure in response. We move together, a choreographed dance, our bodies in motion to complete the pièce de résistance of our final performance. You thrust your tongue into my mouth and our tongues dance, mimicking the motion of our bodies. I tear my mouth away to kiss your neck and while my nails digger deeper into your back, I bite your shoulder, marking you in my lust filled haze. In retaliation, you pull my hair and thrust into me harder, deeper. My body responds and I feel myself climaxing for the second time, my muscles clamping down on your dick. You begin to climax as well and collapse on top of me, panting. We lie there in comfortable silence, words not necessary as we bring our breathing back under control. You get up and lie next to me in the bed and I place my head on your chest as you pull me closer. It is a comfortable silence. Words aren't exchanged because words can imply promises or lies. He will reach for me again and I'll know I'll submit to him one last time.