1 comments/ 13705 views/ 2 favorites Come To Me By: AlexaSilver I open the door to our home and invite you in. It is late night, our usual time for trysting. I have missed you. I have missed our nocturnal joinings more than words can say. I know you have your limitations, but my desire for you knows no bounds. It is late in the evening and I have been waiting naked, caressing my body, but not cumming yet. As the minutes tick away, my body heaves and seeks more. The two glasses of merlot have calmed me only slightly. I anticipate our fucking to my very marrow. I am not complete without you. You step inside, dominating the room. Without a word, you crook your finger. I pad behind you silently and arrange myself on the bed, legs and arms falling to my sides. You catch my wine glass just before the dark red liquid splashes out. The few droplets that fall upon my wrist are licked up by your eager tongue, leaving overheated and goose pimpled flesh behind. My hand comes up to rub my burning flesh, my eyes locked on yours. You come to me with open arms, your body dim in the moonlight. I reach for you, running my hands over your chest and cupping your cock and balls. The moonlight brushes your body in silver—darkness and light. You're almost too perfect to be human. The planes of your body are emphasized, the dips and valleys shadowed. I want to explore every last one with lips and tongue. I want to mark you as mine and I want you to brand me permanently with your body. I stroke the soft skin over your hip bone, so different from the muscled hardness of your six-pack. This skin is neither hair roughened nor tanned, the muscle and bone is easy to feel. I move closer, pressing my lips there in a gentle yet carnal kiss. As my tongue flicks across the skin, your cock hardens even further. I can feel the power emanating from you, barely checked. You're so patient at this moment. My lips trail over your treasure trail to brush at your pubic hair. You smell musky and all male. My lips move over your cock head and I kiss the flared tip. Salty-sweet, I cannot help sampling your pre-cum, my tongue darting all over it, eager to get up any last smidgen of your essence. You moan and tighten a hand in my hair, anchoring me there. But you don't get my mouth yet. I need your cock inside me. The ache of my empty pussy is almost unbearable. I shift my body and arch up, offering you my breasts and pussy, my ass if you want it. Your stubble runs over my sensitive buds before you latch on to a nipple and begin sucking, your teeth scraping erotically over me. Your other hand meets mine as we both rub and stroke my other nipple, you flicking it and me pinching it. The sensations begin to get me even more aroused. I know you can smell my musk in the air. Your nostrils flare as you try to pull my scent in deep. You reach down, settling yourself on my clit and rub it with your cock head. I cannot help but moan and arch up, the sensations absolutely maddening. I want you inside me so desperately, but you seem to want to take me to the very edge of sanity before giving me what I need. You read my signals and hold my hips still. You tease me with your cock, and I make small sounds of need as it traces my clit and labia. Then, you reach down and angle your cock with my cunt. One slight push and you are inside, so maddeningly barely inside me. I want you to drive deep but you tease me. I'm quickly becoming mad with sexual need. You're giving me only the barest minimum of what I desire most and I demand more. I frantically drive upward and you sink home. I have missed this so much. I have missed our joining, our writhing together, your cum spraying into me. I clutch your shoulders, drawing blood that runs down your back. My hands are chilled. I know this piercing must hurt but all you do is growl and thrust harder. Your stamina is almost superhuman but I meet every thrust with just as much force. You're getting harder, you're close to cumming. Just as I tip over the edge, my cunt gloving you, you fasten your mouth to my neck and I feel the tell-tale pierce of your fangs. My blood bursts in your mouth and shards of light burst inside me. My cunt is milking you, your cock is pulsing inside me as you release your seed deep inside. You drink thirstily from me, pushing me over the edge more times than I can count. I am lost in a sea of desire. All that exists are you and I, our blood and fluids mingling. I want to give you every drop of my essence. Feed from me, darling. Nourish your soul with the juices flowing from me. As you withdraw from my throat and cunt, I reach for you, brushing your hair back from your forehead, stroking the bloodied tip of a fang as it rests on your lip. "You are mine, my vampire lover, my husband, my soul mate. For now and always." Come to Me "Come to me," he calls to me from another room, urgently, as though there's a fire. I stand up and stretch cat-like, working all the kinks and knots out of my shoulders and back so that he can work his kinks and knots out with my flesh. He'll leave the marks of his desire and frustration on my skin. "On your knees," he commands, as I arrive in the room before him. I should have known that, should have crawled into the room and prostrated myself before him, before his magnificent cock. He'll punish me now. I kneel in front of him, head down, waiting for some sign from him, a word, a touch, something that signals his desire. His fingers stroke my cheek, then pull my chin up so he can look into my eyes. "You've been a bad, bad girl today, haven't you, slut?" He reaches down to pinch my left nipple, hard. My eyes fill with tears as I nod slowly, I know he's not pleased. "Yes, I have, and I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but I..." He interrupts my tears with a stinging slap. "I don't want your excuses. I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say... lay down across my knees." I do, and he pulls my short cotton skirt up past my hips. "No panties today? I don't recall asking for that." He spanks me, once, twice, five times across the ass, but I don't cry out. Again and again his hand rises and falls, turning my skin bright red, almost purple in some places. My breath is coming in short, harsh bursts and his hand slows, parts my legs and his fingers caress my bare pussy lips. "This is turning you on, isn't it? I feel how wet you are. It turns you on when I hurt you, doesn't it, slut?" It does. He knows it does. He wouldn't want me otherwise. "On your knees! I'm unhappy, little bitch - how will you make it up to me?" I know what he wants, what he means, so I lift my head, open my mouth wide and beg him with my eyes - beg him to unzip his jeans, take his cock out, and give it to me. He tugs his zipper down, reaches in and pulls his already hard dick out slowly. He wants to tease me a little, and so strokes himself a time or two, and caresses my face with his soft, hot skin. "You want it bad, huh?" I do. He knows I do. "Close your mouth." He rubs the head of his cock across my lips, warning me not to open my mouth again until he demands it. I smell his musky scent, so close to me, so tantalizing. I lick my lips to taste the pre-come he left there, and I feel myself start to grow wetter for him, though he's hardly touched me. He tangles his fingers in my hair and all at once pushes his cock between my lips, as far back as he can, gagging me. He pushes in further, until the head slips into my throat, my nose pressed up against his skin, my eyes watering a little, but never leaving his. I close my mouth around him, sucking softly. "That's it, pretty girl," he says, "but this time I'm going to fuck your face - don't you move." I don't, I won't, I don't think I could if I tried. He thrusts in and out, gently at first, but with increasing ardor and force. "Oh, that's good, fuck yes," he groans, his fists tightening in my hair. I lose myself in the rhythm of his hips, back and forth, in and out, my mouth, my throat, open to him. His head thrown back, he growls his pleasure to me, never once stopping or slowing down his movement in and out of my mouth. "You like this, don't you, you little whore? My pretty little whore? You love this thick, hot cock in your mouth, don't you? Let me do anything I want to you, let me choke you with it if I'm of a mind to." The only answer he gets or expects is the way I tighten my lips around him and begin to suck him harder, more urgently. "Mmmm, don't you stop, bitch, don't you slow down, I'm going to come all on your pretty pink tongue, in your virginal little mouth, and you know what will happen if you spill a drop, don't you? You'd better take it all tonight, little girl." He knows I will. He's close to coming faster than usual tonight, perhaps because he's been away and unable to use my body the way he likes to. The way I need him to. He stops abruptly and pulls out, grasping his glistening dick in a fist and pumping up and down, faster, faster, until the first spurt of whiteness drops hotly from him onto my waiting, eager tongue. His hand falls away now and grabs a handful of my hair from the back, and that's my signal to take him back into my mouth, to milk him for every drop of his creamy come. He smiles when I finish lapping up the last of it, pulls me to my feet and kisses me softly. "I love you," he says at last, "but I've got work to do. Go." And I do, until the next time he calls for me. Come to Me For Master, as always... ..................... jennaslave sat at the computer carrying out her Master's only instructions for that day. When He left that morning He'd insisted that she'd been neglecting her writing for far too long and that she should continue with her book while He was at work. And so, as a good slave should, she wrote. she'd been at it for some time when her Master appeared on her screen in the form of an instant message. JaredMaster: Stop what you are doing and come to Me now, just as you are. Bring your collar. JaredMaster has logged off. As soon as she saw the message a quiet panic started to come over her. jennaslave often wrote in only her panties but today she was at least wearing a slip. A black satin slip, barely longer than a nightie was all that covered her. her large round breasts were without a bra to contain them and the cool satin material had her very large nipples at full attention. She wore no shoes or panties and her hair hung loose and curly as it did when she woke. How would she ever summon the courage to get out of the car and walk through the reception area to her Master's office? It didn't matter. Master expected her and she would not fail him. jennaslave was behind the wheel and starting the engine within thirty seconds of receiving her Master's message. she backed out of the drive way, one bare foot on the clutch and the other on the accelerator and was on her way. All the way to JaredMaster's office she played the tapes of herself stepping out of the car and into the office over and over in her head. There would be no sneaking past the receptionist and the patients in the tiny slip. she pondered over different ways to approach it and finally decided that she must have gone out to get something from the car and accidentally locked herself out of the house. Yes. That was all she could come up with. It dawned on her that she had to have the key ring to get in the car, as she was pulling into the parking lot of JaredMaster's office. her mind was eased a bit when she realized there were no cars in the lot but hers and Jared's but that didn't necessarily mean someone wasn't there. She stepped from the car and quickly hurried across the hot concrete to the front door. She approached the door that slid open automatically and felt the rush of cool air bathe over her, kissing her warm flesh with cold tiny lips. There wasn't anyone in the reception area, and jennaslave thanked her lucky stars as the cool air worked to suck her big nipples to erect and full attention. she hesitated outside His office door wondering if she should knock. If He had a patient in the office with Him she would not only be interrupting but very embarrassed by her attire. However, Master had been very specific. "Come to me, now." jennaslave put her hand on the knob and turned it slowly. she let out a sigh of relief when she entered the office to find Him alone and waiting. He stood and smiled at her as he walked toward her and she was struck by how incredibly handsome He looked. Then she immediately dropped her eyes as He reached behind her and pushed the door closed. "Put it on," He commanded. jennaslave barely had the collar in place before the slip was lifted up and off her. JaredMaster did not touch her but stood behind her so closely that she could feel the heat from His body. "Present down." jennaslave spread her feet wide and then bent down to wrap her hands around her ankles. her Master inspected the cunt which belonged to Him by simply inserting two fingers deeply. "you are not wet enough. Do you not wish to please Me?" "Oh yes, Master! i was simply anxious about my appearance." JaredMaster grabbed her by a handful of thick dark hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her to his desk. "Sit here!" He lifted her up and sat her hard on the edge of His desk then He sat in his big black leather chair and propped her feet on the arms of it. He forced her knees apart and held them there as he rolled the chair in closer. "Lie back and show Master what you do to pleasure yourself when I am not there." jennaslave did as she was told, lying back across his patient files her head hanging off the far edge of the desk, she began to masturbate. jenna's eyes were fixed on the unlocked door, while her Jared stared at the ever moistening folds of the sweet cunt before Him. When jennaslave's hips began to move in rhythm with her fondling fingers, JaredMaster moved her hand and buried His hungry mouth into His warm wet pussy. He licked and sucked at His sweet possession until jennaslave threw herself into a chanting trance to keep from cumming. "i belong to my Master, I will not cum without permission. i belong to my Master, i will not cum without permission. i will not cum without permission. i will not cum..." her soft chanting drew His eyes open and lifted Him from His own place of solitude. His gaze was drawn to the soft pink lips of His obedient slave's mouth. No... not her mouth... His mouth. It belongs to Him, just as the rest of her. jenna was panting hard from trying not to cum without permission, but that came to an abrupt halt when her Master shoved His long lovely cock into her throat. It was rigid hard and fleshy soft at the same time and she loved the way it pushed through the bend at the back of her mouth and deep into her throat from this position. Master did not stop until He could go no further. His balls pressed tight against jennaslave's nose, He held there for a moment. jennaslave started to thrash around a bit as the deep penetration of JaredMaster's cock allowed her no oxygen, but when finally He moved... it was only to begin the short hard fucking thrusts of a Man seeking only His own gratification. Jared put His hands under her neck positioning His thumbs on the front of her throat above and below the collar so that He could press them into her esophagus to feel His long cock pumping in and out of her. He fucked her throat like a wild man as His hunger was fueled by her thrashing. jennaslave was frightened. she did not fear her Master, only that her body would betray her before she had given Him all that He needed. she could not breathe but her mind screamed... not for her release... but for His. jennaslave grew weaker as a black circle closed in on her. "No!" her screams were only screams in her head. Tighter and tighter the circle closed in until, finally, there was only blackness. When jennaslave regained consciousness, it was accompanied by the slow hard penetration of JaredMaster's exquisite cock, deep in her throbbing pussy. No... His pussy. It belonged to her Master, as did the rest of her and He reminded her of that each time He thrust into her with the word "Mine!" between clenched teeth. jennaslave opened to her Master, not just by spreading her legs and pulling her knees back, but by giving herself to submission. she was His in every way, and she knew that when all she longed for in the times of their loving was His pleasure. If her master was pleased, then she was pleased. her ecstasy would come with His release. she moved her hips to heighten His sensation, she held her breasts so that He could suck each nipple to His satisfaction, she opened her mouth for His probing tongue, and she wiped the sweat from His brow as He fucked her like a machine. In and out like a rhythmic piston, seeking only the pleasure of His cunt wrapped deliciously around His cock. Jared kissed His gentle servant deeply and was drawn, as before, by the warm wet mouth of His jenna. He unsheathed His long stiff cock and once again made His way around the desk to fuck the silky throat of sweet possession. she served Him so well this way. She strove to bring Him pleasure in every way, but this... this was the ultimate submission. she protected her Master as well as possible from her teeth, she took all of His cock every time, and she never lost a drop of His gift when He allowed her to have it. She was His very good girl. jenna felt the blackness again. Tears streamed down her face from gagging and her head was dizzy because she couldn't breathe and all she wanted... all she needed was to please Him. Oh, God! Please don't let me pass out before He is satisfied!" she knew her prayers were not answered when once again she had to crawl back to consciousness. This time, still on her back, Master had her knees pushed back against her chest and He was balls deep in the dark tight hole of her ass. He'd taken it while she was passed out, so the pain of succumbing to His glorious dick was simply averted. she was already on the brink of orgasm and knew that her Master would soon be cumming jets and jets of hot silky cum. When, at last He gave her what she so longed for, she had to fight back her own explosion for JaredMaster had not given her permission to cum. He pumped into her with a ferocious need until He had given her every last drop of His hot seed. Now His spent body half rested atop her as He told her what a very, very good girl she was and she pressed down the desire to cum for Him. Jared put his half askew clothes back on then sat down in His chair to regain His strength again. "You have pleased Me jennaslave. What a beautiful, good girl you are when you give yourself to me. I am so happy with your service that I will allow you to cum... tonight. Now gather yourself up, Baby, and get home before My receptionist gets back from lunch." "Thank You, Master. Thank You, for this precious time of service." "You are welcome My lovely jennaslave, but don't think your service to Me is finished today. You will leave your collar on until I get home and then I will give you what you need. Do you understand little one?" "Yes, Master! Thank You!" and with that, He sent her out of his office wearing only a slip, a collar, and the sweetest of smiles. Walking across the parking lot to her car jenna felt the hot sun on her shoulders, the sizzling pavement under her feet, and the warm knowledge inside that she had satisfied her Master's need. She vowed as she felt the flood of juice from her own unsatisfied sex that tonight when Master asked her what she wanted for being such a good girl today, she would ask Him to use His throat again. But first, she would ask to be whipped. JaredMaster loved to whip his slave. What she had planned for her whipping would have Him so aroused that her throat would have him cumming in seconds! Back at home jennaslave showered and prepared herself for her loving Master. She put her hair up and pinned it so that Master Jared would have the pleasure of taking it down, then she took a long time perfecting her makeup. Master did not allow her to be clothed when he arrived in the evenings unless special preparations had been made so she gathered the items that she hoped He would be agreeable to using on her, and took them downstairs to the table in the foyer. Now that she was ready she could prepare dinner. After that was underway she would get to work on the great room where she hoped, Master would enjoy her tonight. She knew that it was expecting a lot that she could ask for the liberty to plan her service to Him, but she had been a very good girl these past weeks and she knew that Master was pleased with her service, and He customarily allowed her a wish when she'd been good. How could He deny her the wish to please Him further? she'd just finished lighting the last candle in the great room when she heard JaredMaster's car in the driveway. She hurried to the foyer to kneel down behind the semi-circle of items that she had placed on the floor for her Master. As soon as she heard the door open she began to second guess her decisions. But it was too late now. Forehead pressed to the floor, she had no way of knowing that her Master was smiling at the array of items that she had carefully positioned around herself. He was quite impressed with the way she had chosen to make her request, but He decided to tease her a bit before he granted it. "What's this? Is this the natural order of things, jennaslave?" "Sir, this slave simply wishes You to consider her service of late and possibly grant her a request in regards to her service to You tonight?" Jared squatted down in front of her and lifted her head off the floor, "Look at Me. you have been a very good girl lately jenna, so if you have a request speak it and I will decide if it is appropriate tonight." "i... i wish to serve You freely tonight," jennaslave answered nervously. "Free will? Well, now, that is a big request. But... your service to Me has been impeccable these past few months and I see no reason why you would abuse this privilege. Permission granted. you may move about and speak freely as long as it is with relative submission, or until I deem it necessary for You to return to your natural state of service. Do you understand?" He knew she did but asked anyway. "Yes, Sir. This slave... uh... thank You, Sir." She smiled up at Him. "Well, stand up little one." He chuckled a bit at her inability, at first, to bring herself to a less submissive level. Eventually she was able to calm herself and to carry out her plans for the evening. On her feet, she offered to take JaredMaster's coat. He allowed it and she hung it in the closet where He often put it Himself. she took him by the hand and led Him upstairs where she had already drawn a bath for Him. jenna tentatively undressed her Master and was pleased that He allowed it. she could barely suppress a need to giggle occasionally at her freedom to touch Him, though she didn't take it so far as to touch Him for her own pleasure. This was a precious gift she'd been granted and she would not abuse it. She bathed her Master gently and lovingly, and then she stood and offered Him the book he'd been reading. "If it ple... um... i need to finish preparing Your supper, if You would like to relax a bit, i'll go do that and come back to dry You when i am finished?" "That sounds good," he smiled at her. "I am at a pivotal point in this book and will enjoy the warm bath for a bit." jenna smiled and hurried downstairs. she knew He was making it easy for her and that made it all the better. He wanted this night for her and He was letting her know it. she had carefully chosen a meal that would please her Master without stepping too far outside the very strict regimen of His diet. As in all things her Master was in total control of His body and what went into it. she had chosen a filet mignon and steamed asparagus with a light cream sauce. she'd just finished placing the salads on the low table in the great room when her Master appeared in the doorway with a towel around His waist. she was startled and immediately apologized for taking so long. she was just about to kneel when He quickly spoke with a smile, "It's alright my sweet one, you didn't take too long, I simply missed your naked body before Me. Something smells delicious!" He took His place on the large cushion on the floor without a complaint or question about her choice as to where they would take their meal. jennaslave served her Master and took great delight in watching Him eat. He was quite pleased with His meal and spoke with her freely about things that delighted her. They even made plans for a trip to town and a shopping excursion on Saturday. He told her how very pleased He was with her service and the way she had so freely and easily come to accept her place with Him. T/they were married nearly two and a half years now and He couldn't be happier with her as a wife, a slave, a lover, or a soulmate. This made jenna very happy and proud. she cleared the table quickly and smiled frequently as her Master helped her. T/they were all the things He had said they were. Master and slave. Husband and wife, Jared and jenna, and yes... T/their souls were one. It was that part... Soulmates... that made her service to Him as His slave so easy. It was as she was meant to be. He was the other half of her, the Dominant half which is why she felt so comfortable in her submission. she was happy as His jenna and His wife, but she was most comfortable and most at ease... she was most herself... as His jennaslave. With the table cleared jenna gathered the items on the floor in the foyer and brought them to her Master in the great room. she placed them on the table and waited for Him to examine them all. When He looked up at her, she spoke in a thin nervous voice. "Master, these are the items that i feel bring out the most pleasure in You when they are in use, and I would like for You to use them all tonight." Then... she waited. Jared looked at the items on the table for a very long time. He was astounded at how aware she was of His arousal by each of these things. she was right. Every item on the table elicited the most intense desire in Him. Each in it's own way brought out the hunger in Him in a way that the other items in His vast collection did not. His eyes scanned the items again and again as He struggled with what to say to her that did not reveal His bare soul. He was Master, after all, He could not let her see the tender way His heart was opening up at that very moment. He lifted the last item on the table and held it up as He spoke. "jenna, this is your punishment whip..." she heard quite clearly the question in His words even though He had not phrased it as such. "Yes, JaredMaster. i wish for You to whip me as You do when i am being punished because i enjoy so much the way You feel when You are teaching me to be obedient to Your desires." jenna got up from her small cushion on the floor and stepped up in the middle of the large low table. she reached up and removed the ornate fixture from the chain that hung above the table. Jared stood and took it from her and when He turned around she was kneeling in the middle of the table. she offered Him her wrists, palms up fingers relaxed. Jared looked at the table and picked up the leather cuffs and fastened them tightly to her wrists before hooking them together. While jenna put her bound hands behind her head, JaredMaster picked up the clover nipple clamps. Just holding them in His hand made His cock rigid and His balls heavy. He latched them to each nipple and already He needed her beyond mere desire. Watching her submit this way to His desire was almost more than He could take. He wanted to drag her to the floor and pump her full of His seed right then and there, but this journey she had planned for Him held a promise of a night that He would recount for years to come. Next, He picked up the gag with the large ring and stretched her lovely mouth around it. He was eager now. His hands trembled as He buckled it into place. He put the leather blindfold on her and grabbed the swivel that she'd attached to the cuffs and pulled her up to her feet. The chain had a bar at the end to hold the ornate fixture, but tonight it would hold a slave. jenna gripped the bar as Jared attached her cuffs to the chain. Finally He picked up from the table, the only thing that jennaslave had put there for her own enjoyment. It was a purple egg that vibrated by remote control. He slid it up the inside of her thigh and watched as her legs parted for it. Seeing the folds of her slit already wet with desire was all He needed. He stuffed the thick egg into her cunt and picked up the control. He moved the black switch to the highest setting and then tossed it onto the couch. For a moment He stood looking at the display before Him. His beautiful jennaslave was bound, gagged, blindfolded and waiting. Waiting... for her Master to whip her for His own pleasure. He left her there for a moment. He wanted to add a couple of things that on any other night would make little difference to Him, but tonight would be different. Come to Me jennaslave waited, unable to tell whether He was still in the room with her. her pussy hummed and throbbed and her nipples ached but it was all so exquisite she thought she would cum before He ever put the whip to her skin. Finally she heard Him and knew that He was reentering the room. Where had he been, she wondered but was answered when she felt cool foam ear plugs being stuffed into her ears. Then, to her surprise, He put them in her nose as well. What happened next made her drip with excitement. He thought of something that she hadn't and she was thrilled by it. She felt the thin leather straps biting into her flesh as He cinched her breasts tightly. He was binding each breast at its base and then pulling them tightly together forcing an agonizingly beautiful pulse of pain through each of her clamped nipples. She could not see, hear, or smell Him. Her sense of touch was limited to the metal bar in her hands, the leather around her wrists, neck and now her breasts and, of course, the vibrations that pulsed through her wet cunt. Even the cool hard planks of the wooden table under her feet were gone in an instant when Jared moved it so that she would hang freely from the chain attached to the roof rafter. He looked on her with an awe that consumed Him. She was the most beautiful thing He had ever seen. she hung there in silence... her lovely face was distorted by the ugly things that cut her off from Him. she panted through the big o-ring as drool rolled down her chin. her big beautiful tits were already turning purple, and her legs were pressed tightly together so that the egg wouldn't slip from her already soaked pussy. The sight alone was enough to make Him want to explode all over her. He would, however, restrain Himself. The best was yet to come. He picked up the long heavy whip. Each leather thong had known the sweet taste of jenna's flesh already. He had used it frequently when she was learning His ways and desires. He loved to whip her, to watch her receive it with every fiber of her being. she was born to serve Him and He rejoiced in that. Jared drew back His arm and growled like a beast as He landed the first lash of the night across her exquisite ass. jennaslave thought the cum would spill from her cunt like a fountain. she could feel the excitement in her Master and she longed for the moment that He would take her. she loved the way He fucked her after a whipping. He was needy and nearly without control. The long leather thongs wrapped around her body and licked the tender flesh on the front side of her sweet hip. Each strip digging in like tiny fingers to spin her on the swivel when He pulled the whip back. Slowly she turned a bit with each lash, no two landing in the same spot twice as she twirled slowly on the chain. her flesh was fiery red and the blows that landed on her engorged tits elicited screams of delightful agony through the big ring in her mouth. Jared watched His sweet cum-lover slowly spin with each lash... He could see her thighs grow wetter and wetter. Each flinch from the lash of the whip causing her muscles to spasm and her juices to flow. He told her of all the things He would do to her, though He knew she could not hear Him. There were tears mixed with sweat that ran down her cheeks and dripped on to her bound blue tits. But never once did He hear a guttural sound of the safe word. He always watched and waited for it but never once had she used it. He was sure that even as she was at this moment, He could recognize the desire for Him to stop, but all He could see in her now was the desire to please Him. The very flesh of her body seemed to cry MORE! He was done. One more lash and He would cum all over her. He needed to touch her, to taste her and feel her hot raised flesh under His fingertips. she had proven to Him that all she wanted was to give Him pleasure and for that all He wanted was to love and protect and teach her as she deserved. Now, He needed to accept her submission and use her for his pleasure, and when He had fully satisfied His needs He would gladly give her the world... jenna cried when she felt the table under her feet again. she was, at once, relieved and saddened but with the end of the whipping came the beginning of her usage. Jared would have her now in any manner that He chose and her body trembled in response to that realization. she was His in every way and there was nothing that she wanted more in this world than to prove it to Him every day. She felt His probing fingers as He dug for the egg that her cunt had engulfed. He retrieved it then stuck it in her mouth through the ring of the gag. He knew that He would cum the moment He took the dripping cunt that she had given Him, but He could not wait. He plunged into her while she was still stretched from the chain, and with an animalistic need, He fucked her hard and fast until the flood of His cum filled her and was answered by a flow of hot wet juice from the swollen cunt of His sweet possession. JaredMaster reached up and unhooked the chain from the cuffs. He had to support His jennaslave as she dropped into His arms. He lowered her to the table and let her sit on the edge but did not allow her to rest. He pulled the vibrating egg from her mouth and pushed his softening cock through the o-gag, forcing her silky throat to take all of it. He grabbed two fistsfull of her hair and began to fuck her face as though He had not just cum deep within her exquisite cunt. The gasps and gagging from His luscious jennaslave had Him fully erect again in seconds. He loved the urp, urp, urp of the wet silky throat that He claimed again and again as His own. He allowed her to breathe while He reached down and removed the nipple clamps. The surge of pent up blood in her bound breasts to her nipples made her scream. He silenced her with His cock and watched in amazement as her already large nipples seemed to triple in length and breadth. Again he fucked her, making her take all of His long hard cock deep in her throat. She gagged little and came frequently which He rewarded with the release of her engorged breasts. Watching the intense pain that she endured with an open heart and soul made Him proud. With each binding removal, came another round of throat fucking. Until all that was left of the items she'd chosen for His pleasure and the ones He'd added Himself was the o-gag. She sat in a puddle of her own cum as He fucked her throat harder and harder, deeper and deeper. He could feel the rising up inside Him and He knew that He would soon cum again. He was so proud of sweet slave. He wanted to reward her,... to fuck her in a way that would bring her pleasure. "jennaslave, you have brought me so much pleasure tonight," He said as He slowed his thrusts. "How would you hav..." He didn't finish the question because His jenna, His sweet possession, His wife, His lover, raised her hands to His hips and looked up into His eyes as she dug her fingers into His flesh and pulled Him into her, taking every inch of His raging hard cock into her throat and holding Him there. It was all He could take... looking down into her watering eyes, He buried His hands in her hair and held her tightly while He emptied His laden balls into her throat. she took every drop and trembled in His hands as she came again with the flood of His hot semen into her raw throat. she was His and she He knew it and she was proud to have pleasured Him so. He released her and sank to His knees. He unbuckled the o-gag and drug her to the floor with Him. she cleaned Him eagerly, licking and sucking at the sweat mixed with traces of cum, then she crawled up into His arms and they slept together quietly. jennaslave woke the moment her JaredMaster stirred. she raised up and kneeled beside him, "How may i serve You, Master?" Oh, jenna, My precious jennaslave... what more could I ask of you?" He said as He rolled to His side propping up on His elbow. "Except this..." jenna waited eagerly for His request. "For the rest of the night... let Me serve you?" He knew she would be ill at ease with this so He quickly added, "In perfect submission, you will grant Me whatever I desire, is this not so?" "Yes, Sir." "It is My desire to spend the rest of the evening doting on you. you will submit to this request or I will punish You severely. Do you understand, little one?" jenna struggled with her answer. "Speak freely." "Sir, it's just that tonight was supposed to be about me serving You. It was my intent to bring You pleasure throughout the evening," she said with more whine in her voice than she was comfortable with. "jenna, My love, what You did for Me tonight was more than I could have ever imagined to hope for. You have pleased Me in way that you will never know, and what I ask of You now is for My pleasure as well. Let Me show you what a very good girl you've been, and if you serve Me well in this, I promise you will bring Me pleasure again." He looked at her sitting there, her skin still marked with deep red streaks, her nipples distended, her makeup streaked black down her cheeks from her tears and He thought that He had never seen anything more beautiful in His life. It was the second time tonight that He'd looked on her and felt that way. Rolling to His back, He held out His hand to her, "Come to Me." jenna crawled atop Him and He took one and then the other abused nipple into His mouth and gently suckled them. He'd been experimenting for some time with different herbs and techniques to induce her to lactate, but He was still surprised when His mouth was suddenly flooded with milk from His precious one. It awakened His loins yet again and soon He was commanding His sweet jenna to take Him into her. she nestled His long stiff cock deep into her swollen cunny and she fed each nipple to Him when He needed it, as she slowly rode them both to bliss. But this time, as they neared the edge of it, He sought the pleasure of His bride first. "Come to Me," He whispered softly. "Come to Me, My sweet possession." And with that, jenna laid her head down on His shoulder and gave Him what He wanted. She trembled in ecstasy, with His strong arms wrapped around her and His coos of "That's my girl... That's my very good girl... I love you, jenna... You are Mine." as He chanted to the lovely woman in His arms that He called His own, His body answered hers in blissful release. Come to Me Come to me. Get out of bed and come to me. Now stand before me and close your eyes. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (6 min/mp3) * * * * * Come to Me Two o'clock...in the morning. And you can't seem to fall asleep. Yet again. Flipping over onto your back, you glare at the bright red numbers of the digital alarm clock that sits on the bedside table. This is the third time this week, and the lack of sleep is beginning to really take its toll on you. With a soft growl of annoyance, you kick the covers off of your legs and stalk to the kitchen, looking for something to help you sleep, but not knowing what that will be. After standing in the cold from the open refrigerator for a couple of minutes, you grab a container of juice and slam the door shut. Not bothering with a glass, you swallow straight from the carton, and pace around the living room. Finally, snapping the drapes open on the only window in the room, you lean against the sill and gaze up at the stars. What is this sudden...restlessness that seemed to come upon you at night lately? Frustration wells up fast and fierce, and you again growl low in your throat. Everything was as it should be in your life! A well paying job that you were great at, a sporty little car that still hasn't lost its "new smell". You had your pick of women, and were quite content with things the way they are...weren't you? With a sigh, you lean your forehead against the cool glass and close your eyes for a moment. "Get a grip, man. You just need a vacation, that is all!" But even after a slight chastising, you can't escape the feeling that there is something just out of your grasp, but so close you can smell it. Something that was the answer to your discontentment. Shaking your head at your moment of foolishness, you open your eyes as you push away from the window. And see a vision that steals the breath from your body. For across the way, in the building next door and one floor beneath you, is an exquisite picture straight from your fantasies. A fantasy that you have kept secret since the first time you saw her six months ago, through this very same window. Surrounded by boxes at the time, her hair swept back into a ponytail and unpacking her belongings, you couldn't take your eyes off of her. Over the next few months you would periodically spend a few minutes of your evening watching her move around her apartment, and wonder what she smelled like, what her hair felt like. Which led to long lust filled dreams in which you discovered the texture of her silky black hair, the soft scent of jasmine on her skin... And now, she stands before you at her apartment window, wearing only a long sleeved white shirt that she has left unbuttoned...and a soft smile. She is gently rubbing the wet strands of her dark hair in a towel, and you can see the evidence of her recent shower glisten on her creamy skin. And she is staring up at you. Oh my god, she is staring at you! Your knee-jerk reaction is for you to quickly step away from the window, but you force yourself to return her gaze along with a bold smile. Expecting her to turn away now that she is aware of being watched, you are more than a little surprised when she does not. And a short burst of laughter escapes your curved lips when the subject of your dreams blows a kiss across the distance, and with a saucy grin, walks away from the window. You linger for a moment, then turn from the window to make your way back into the kitchen. After placing the juice back into the refrigerator, you begin to pace your apartment again, and are not surprised to find yourself back at the window after a few moments. You notice that she is no longer in her window, and with a sigh of disappointment, you begin to turn away...until your gaze sweeps a bit further into her apartment. The goddess is now reclining on her cream colored, leather sofa, and you at first think she has fallen asleep, as her eyes are closed now. Until your eyes catch a movement that is ever so subtle. Eyes straining, you stare a bit more closely to see if your imagination is playing tricks on you. It is not. She has parted her shirt open, and her hands trail lightly across the bare skin of her stomach, in a lover's caress. Your hands clench on the window ledge, unable to take your eyes from those fingers. This vision shifts slightly on the sofa, and the shirt now completely falls away from her body, leaving it open to your gaze. A groan slides from your throat unnoticed. Her legs are smooth, long, and supple, and her thighs, creamy perfection. Inhaling deeply, your gaze follows her hands as they slowly make their way up her torso, cupping small, pert breasts with dark, pointed nipples. Both palms graze the tips, very softly and as you watch, her body arches from her self-pleasure. Your own hand has made its way from the windowsill to your body, stroking your sudden harness through the boxers you sleep in, wringing a groan from your throat. Your eyes travel up her body to the beautiful face you have dreamt of, and see that while you have been watching her self-indulgence, she has been watching you. This time, rather than feeling self-conscious, your passion flares brightly. Bracing the front of your thighs against the ledge, you cup your cock then remain still, watching her hands. She seems to understand the unspoken message you have communicated to her, and resumes caressing her lovely breasts. Her eyes look slumberous with desire as she watches your hand, taking pleasure in the knowledge that you are enjoying watching her touch herself. One of her hands drifts down between her thighs, and her knees splay open a bit. Playing with the small tuft of hair, she rolls a nipple between thumb and forefinger, and her head rolls back in pleasure for a moment. Your heart pounding, and your breathing harsh, you push the boxers down your hips, and they fall to the floor. Kicking them aside, you once again grasp your length in your hand, watching her...waiting for a sign of encouragement or rejection. Holding your breath, the time seems to stop for several long seconds. And you wonder if you have gone too far. After a moment, with a soft smile upon her face, she slips her fingers into her wetness, and inside her bare pussy...stroking slow and deep. Breathing once again, rather harshly, you pump your hips in a matching rhythm, sliding your cock in and out of your grip. Closing your eyes briefly, a kaleidoscope of images from erotic dreams with this Angel race through your mind. Not wishing to miss more than a brief moment of this gift she is giving you, you once again lower your gaze to watch her finger herself. And your cock tightens ever so slightly. Gritting your teeth against the release your body craves, you lean your forehead against the windowpane, and concentrate on her movements. As if sensing your need, she drapes one of her legs up and over the back of the sofa, and places the other one on the floor, opening herself completely to your vision. Her lust grows so that she needs more, and she is now fucking herself with three fingers, while she plucks and lightly pinches her nipples with her other hand. Faster, harder, and deeper, her hand moves rapidly, as do your hips and fist. Her lips are now open slightly, and you can almost hear her panting. Unable to stop yourself, you begin a litany of passion-filled words. "God yes, don't stop now baby." Gritting your teeth, you tighten your grip and stroke fiercely, while you cup your balls with the other hand. The Angel across the way is now grinding her hips up into her hand, and is rubbing her clit with a finger...and suddenly her body bows up off the sofa, her fingers still buried inside of her. Holding your breath, you can catch the faintest whisper of her cries, as she comes in an incredible release. The sound of her passion is too much, and your cock tightens, spurting your release onto your hand and stomach. Your head falls back with a groan, and you stroke yourself a few more times, relishing the calm after the storm. Half expecting her to have disappeared, or find that she was just wishful thinking on your part, you look back towards her window. And smile when you see her still reclined in all her splendid glory. She smiles up at you, her eyes hooded, as she sits up, gathering her shirt about her body. She walks over to the window, and stands there, just gazing up at you for a moment. Then, with a smile still upon her face, she reaches for the chord, and closes the blinds. But you have a feeling that they won't be closed permanently. And suddenly, you know you can now sleep.