****** To My Master by slave cat ******
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To My Master


Chapter 1

It began as a typical day. We awoke to the sunlight, Him resting on my
shoulder, my arms and legs still tied under me. He rose from the warm bed and
prepared for work as I watched. Once He was dressed and ready to leave, He
untied my limbs, allowing me to stretch and take a good-bye embrace. We
whispered our love to each other and He went off to His job.

I lay in bed for quite a while before rising and showering His dried cum from
my body. I lingered in the shower, feeling the hot water rushing over my sore
arms and fondly recalling the past night. He had been very tender, loving my
obedience to Him and my dedication to His will. He hadn't even spanked me. As I
dried off, I looked at myself in the large mirror. My shaven cunt was His
command and I always admired the Chinese lettering tattoo we had decided upon.
On my left hip, the symbols read 'slave cat', denoting my place with Him for
the rest of my life. I replaced my collar about my neck and moved back out to
the bedroom. I made the bed, putting the ropes and other toys we had used into
their places in our large walk-in closet.

I went through the day doing miscellaneous little chores that I did every once
in a while: dusting, vacuuming, and washing laundry. That afternoon, I happened
across a cabinet that I hadn't noticed. He must have placed it behind the chair
since the last time I cleaned His study. I opened it, curious, and was a little
perplexed at the sight of shelves of videos. None of them were labeled with
anything but dates. I pulled one out and put it into the VCR across the room. I
turned on the television and hit play.

The image I saw was one to strike me breathless. The camera angle showed His
hard cock embedded in my ass, my arms tied to the opposite side of the bed.
From the curving of my back as He fucked my tight ass hard, I could see the
clamps He so loves on my nipples. He reached under me and from my screams, I
could tell His fingers were playing with and pinching my clit. As I watched, He
pulled away and thrust a large dildo up my ass to keep it open. He reached for
another dildo, an even larger one, and placed it at the entrance of my cunt. He
leaned over and I could barely hear Him saying, "Will you ever disobey Me,
slut? Will you ever be disrespectful in front of My friends again?"

"No, Sir, I won't. I'm sorry, Sir!" my breathless reply came; though I knew it
was another time I had said it to appease him. He had told me many times he
loved it when I teased and acted slutty for Him.

"That's right, slut. You won't." He thrust all thirteen inches of the dildo
into my pussy and I screamed once more.

My hand slipped down to the smooth skin of my pussy and I pressed my clit a
little, reveling in the shiver as I continue to watch.

He disappeared from the screen for a moment, returning with a narrow, but
thick, wooden paddle. He sent it cracking across my ass, leaving an angry red
mark. He continued, listening to my squeals and whimpers turning into screams
and sobs toward the fifty mark. The sound mixed now with my moans as I couldn't
hold myself back and four of my fingers were buried deep in my cunt, moving
feverishly as I watched myself humiliated and fucked with dildos over and over
after the spanking.

My eyes closed and my head threw back as I began to cum hard. As the shudders
ebbed, I became aware that my moans were the only sound in the room. I quickly
stood, my arms behind my back and my legs spread, but my head hung in shame
rather than deference.

I only heard the steps come up behind me before He grabbed my hair and forced
me to the floor, my forehead resting against the rug.

"You little slut, what have I told you? You don't cum without My permission!"
He smacked my ass before grabbing my collar and attaching a leash. He dragged
me up stairs with Him, shoving me into a table and tying the leash to the other
side, stretching me over the top. He thrust His fingers into my still wet
pussy, fucking them in me roughly. My fearful trembling resided and I began to
tremble with desire for my Master and His punishment for me.

Suddenly His hands were gone from my body. I didn't know what was going through
His mind and I was again afraid of His anger with me. I pushed myself up from
off the table, only to have His hand press me back down again. His belt slashed
across my ass and I cried out loud. For the remainder of the time His hands
were absent from me, I laid obediently on the table, my legs beginning to tire
from holding myself even with the top of the table.

His hand reaches over me and unloops the leash from where it's tied. He leads
me to the bed, takes the leash from my collar and commands me to dress in the
clothes he has laid out.

I quickly do as He commands, not wanting to enrage Him anymore than He already
was. Soon I stood ready for Him in white stockings, a white garter belt, a
short blue skirt and a white blouse, very nearly transparent. I knew better
than to ask Him about any underwear. This was going to be for humiliation, I
already knew.

We walked to the car in silence. I began to walk around to the passenger door,
but He stopped me with a quiet "No." I stood where I was for a moment before I
felt him latching a collar around my neck. I heard the locking sound and closed
my eyes. With one slight push, He sent me stumbling to my door on the high
spike heels He had instructed I wear. I got into the car, attempting to pull my
skirt so it covered a little more than it did already. When He noticed He gave
me a cold smirk. "That won't be necessary", He said, moving a hand to my thigh
and roughly bringing the hem of the skirt toward my waist. "You're going to see
how much of My slut you really are tonight."

I trembled at His words, but soon I was trembling as His fingers worked on my
wet cunt. I bit back a whimper and tried to remain still.

"Don't cum, slut", He commanded. "Or this will get worse."

For close to an hour, He tortured me, fucking my pussy with his fingers.

Moans and whines threatened to penetrate my lips, but I couldn't let them.

Finally we pulled off the road, to a ramshackle looking bar. I saw it was
filled with the kind of men girls try to avoid: big, rough, and hard to
control. My Master commanded me out of the car and slowly I stepped out. I
heard whistles from a few men under the streetlight about twenty feet away.
Quickly I moved nearer my Master as He began to walk inside.

Just outside the door he turned and grabbed my arm. "Remember, slut, make Me
proud. Be a good little slut for these men." I looked at Him with horror, but I
nodded, pledging my allegiance to Him.

We entered the bar and moved toward the bartender. As we passed tables, men
stopped and stared, but we continued on. At the bar my Master ordered two beers
and we moved further into the crowd. With the parting of the crowd before us,
now, I saw my Master's destination. A pool table in the corner of the bar was
unoccupied. I gripped His arm tight as we approached it, but He only gave me a
smile before getting two pool cues.

He set up the triangle of balls and broke them quickly. I watched as he lined
up the next shot and hit it in. It was then I realized he was doing this
absolutely deliberately.

"Take the 9, slut", He whispered. I took a deep breath and leaned over the
table, the edge nearly digging into my hips as I stretched to hit the cue ball.
I felt cold air on my wet cunt and heard gasps behind me. I hit the ball and
quickly straightened.

The game went on, my ass and cunt often being exposed to those around the
table. And the crowd kept growing. Besides the humiliation of that, my Master
would occasionally reach around me, undoing a button on my blouse and allowing
my tits to press more against the front of my shirt.

The game finally ended with my Master's winning. He came up close to me and
kissed me, hard. "Didn't you like that, slut? You've been wanting to do this,
aren't you having fun?" His eyes bore into mine and I realized His love for me
and His desire for me to be obedient were battling.

I smiled slightly and kissed Him, hungrily, showing Him how much of a slut I
would be for Him, even around other people.

He gripped me tight, thrusting His tongue between my lips. I let Him play for a
while, and then broke away, throwing Him a teasing look. He got the familiar
half-scowl, half-smile on His face before He grabbed His beer, taking a quick
drink.

Our game of mastery continued, His silent approval to my continual sluttish
behavior. I flirted with the men in the bar and scandalized the women. Soon,
though, my Master took my arm and led me out of the bar. Outside the door, I
turned and kissed Him, showing Him I did indeed have fun.

He pushed me away and down to the car. "Get in", he growled. My eyes grew wide,
but I did as commanded. I sat in the seat with my knees together now, ashamed
that I had made Him angry again.

As we went on our way, He moved His hand over to my legs again. He buried three
fingers in my cunt, pressing and controlling me with them. We drove to a shady
side motel, where He bought us a room.

We got inside, where he bent me over the bed and commanded that I stay there. I
did, waiting for His wrath. I heard, instead, the sound of His zipper before
His hard cock thrust into my tight ass. I cried out at the unexpected entry,
but I raised my ass higher, wanting all of His cock buried in me.

"God, cat, you were such a slut tonight. You were the perfect little whore for
me." He fucked me harder as He spoke, his cock thrusting in and out of my ass
as hard as he could slam it in me.

I moaned loudly, arching my hips back for Him. I squeezed the muscles of my ass
around his cock, milking the cum from it. My hands clenched in the blankets as
I raised my ass to every one of His thrusts.

"Make me cum, slut", He growled in my ear as His fist twisted in my hair and
pulled my head back. My back arched as I wiggled my ass back to His cock again,
squeezing tight as He pulled out. His groan came to my ears and I rolled my
hips back for His deep thrust. I felt His hot cum pouring into me, then, as He
pulled out, spraying cum across my ass and on the skirt.

He untangled His hand from my hair and pushed me down on the bed. "Rest", He
said quietly. "I'll be right back."

I smiled, whispered, "Thank you", and closed my eyes to wait for His return.

Later on that week, He told me what He had done when He left. He drove back to
the bar and talked to the men there. He asked if they had remembered me and
offered me to any and all of them for the night. He gave them a key to our room
and drove back to the motel to wait. Not long after He was parked, three trucks
came into the motel parking lot. He saw at least 7 men get out from the pickups
and storm the room. He slowly got out of the car to wait.

I awoke to the sound of them entering the room. I watched silently as one of
them walked over to the table where a note lay.

"This slut is yours to use. She loves pain and will be obedient, if you use the
force she loves. Her Master does reserve the right to watch, though, and once
He walks in the room, she may try to appeal for His interference. He will not
give her help, so not to worry. Just bend her to your will as He has bent her
to His."

The men laughed and I attempted to scramble up on the bed, away from them. One
of the men, though, grabbed my ankle, dragging me back. They held me down as
one clipped the leash my Master had left for them. The man wound the leash
around his fist, forcing my head nearer to him. One-handed, he undid his pants
and took out his semi-erect cock.

"Suck me, bitch", he growled. When I resisted, another of the men smacked my
ass hard. I whimpered and still turned my head. My hair was grabbed again, my
head forced back and I took the man's cock in my lips. Soon, I was sucking and
swallowing around the hard cock buried in my throat. I heard numerous zippers
being undone and I prepared to be fucked, widening my legs and bracing myself
on my hands. The men laughed, seeing the dried cum on my thighs and ass, but I
merely thrust my dripping pussy back further, whimpering deep in my throat. One
man took pity, I assume and laid under me, forcing my hips down and shoving his
cock into my wet cunt. Another of them knelt and placed his cock head at the
entrance to my ass. I squirmed, not having been stretched with two cocks for
months!

The man thrust in, forcing me harder on the cock in my mouth. I moaned, being
moved back and forth from the cock in my mouth to the two in my ass and cunt.
Quickly I tensed, trying to stop their fucking as I began to cum. I forced my
thoughts elsewhere, suppressing the need to cum.

The opening door distracted me. I saw the silhouette of my Master and I
whimpered to get His attention. He stepped in and closed the door, His eyes
taking in my tensed body and the movement of the three men.

"Cum, slut", he said shortly. My body relaxed as my muscles spasmed around the
cocks in my ass and cunt. I sucked harder on the cock in my mouth, bringing
moans from his throat as my mouth was filled with cum. I swallowed quickly,
knowing my Master's distaste for me spilling any cum.

As the first man was replaced with another, I felt cum jetting into my cunt.
The man pulled out after biting my nipples hard. I nearly screamed around the
cock embedded between my lips, but as I took the breath, I felt the thick cock
in my mouth thrust down my throat, fucking roughly. The man's hands grasped my
hair, pulling my face forward.

The long cock still in my ass fucked just as roughly. His hands moved under me,
stroking my clit at first, then squeezing and pinching it. I thrashed under
him, ready to cum again. My Master's voice rasped in my ear. "Cum, slut." I
came hard, my juices slipping down my thighs. A tongue quickly lapped them up,
teasing my cunt. The cock in my ass suddenly buried itself in me and throbbed,
cum squeezing out of my ass from around his cock. As I moaned from the warmth
of the cum, I received another jet of cum from the man who fucked my face.

The rest of the night blurred on in a haze. I came too many times to count,
being fucked by all the men numerous times. The last thing I remembered clearly
was my Master whispering, "Cum, slut" a last time before I fell unconscious.

When I awoke, I was warm under the covers at home. My Master lay behind me,
holding me close to Him. He whispered in my ear as I relaxed, ready to fall
back to sleep, "I love you, slut." I fell asleep with a smile on my face.


Chapter 2

My Master told me the day before that He was planning a night in for us. Of
course I was ecstatic, wanting Him to be pleased with me and with my submission
to Him.

When the night came, I waited next to our front door for Him to return home
from His job. I heard His car in the driveway and His steps to our door. I
knelt, bending my forehead to the floor and clasping my hands behind me. I
heard the door open and a warm breeze followed Him in. A moment passed and He
said nothing, making me suddenly nervous. I moved slightly, the tag on my
collar jingling in the silence. I heard a rustle of clothing and His shoes came
into my peripheral vision. His hand trailed over my head causing me to shiver
in anticipation. He crouched next to me and His lips found my ear, nibbling and
whispering to me.

"Slut, this is a welcome surprise. You will be rewarded for your deference." He
hooked a finger under my collar and tugged me to my feet, leading me to the
kitchen. He sat at the table, releasing me. "What have you made for our dinner,
slut?"

Proudly, I went to the oven and pulled out the dish, uncovering it on the
stove. I gasped at the blackened edges and the smell that accosted my senses. I
turned to Him, holding it out. I felt my lip tremble in the pout. I had somehow
ruined the perfect night He had planned.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I don't know what happened."

He was silent, smiling slightly. He held out His hand and I put the pan back
down, walking over to Him. He motioned me to kneel before Him, and He caressed
my cheek lightly.

"Slave, you have pleased Me by making the attempt. I understand you were
excited and distracted. I love you still, pet."

I smiled tremulously, rubbing my cheek against His hand. It seemed then was the
moment He noticed my attire. He placed a finger below my chin, urging me to
stand. I stood proud, my chin lifted to show Him what I had bought for this
night.

The white satin corset lifted my tits high for His eyes, tightening on my waist
to a point where He could span it easily with His hands. The white seamed silk
stockings were held up by a white lace garter belt, and I balanced precariously
on tall white heels. My collar was white leather, the tag gold and scripted
with the label "Slave". On my wrists were white leather cuffs and matching
cuffs with metal locks circled my ankles. As His eyes combed over my body, I
saw His approval shine deep in their depths. My smile grew more confident and I
turned, showing Him the tight lacing up my back. I walked to the entryway,
bringing back my gift to Him. The leather was light, supple and soft in my
hands as I knelt and handed it up to Him.. He stretched it out, running His
hands along it. He clipped the white leather leash to my collar, tugging my
chin up. His lips met mine, His tongue thrusting into my mouth. I submitted to
Him easily, arching under Him, but kissing Him back hungrily.

After a moment of playful and masterful kisses, my Master stood, wrapping the
leash around His hand. He began to walk toward our basement, leaving me to
crawl at the other end of the leash. At the door, He paused, allowing me to
stand to walk down the stairs.

In the basement, He unlocked the door of our playroom, letting me walk in first
and locking the door behind me. He turned back, watching me move to my position
for Him, arms behind my back and legs spread. He left my line of vision and I
could hear Him open the antique wardrobe that held all the means of bondage we
had collected over the years. Soon, His lips were sliding across the nape of my
neck. When He pulled away, my arms were bound behind me, the loops on the cuffs
locked together. He knelt, locking something to one of my ankle cuffs and
spreading my legs wider, locking it to the other ankle as well. While trying to
regain my balance, I heard the movement of a chain. My Master grasped my leash,
bending me over. I saw the curve of the spreader bar as he tied my leash to the
bar, keeping me bent and off balance. His hand steadied me as His hand slid
down my back and over my raised ass. One smack from His hand brought a squeak
to my lips. He leaned over my back, whispering to me.

"Slut, open your mouth for me. I also have a gift for you."

I opened my lips for Him, awaiting His gift patiently. The grain of leather
touched my tongue and slid deeper into my mouth.

"Close," He whispered.

I closed my lips around the leather gag, feeling it slide in again as He
buckled it around my head. I sucked on it lightly, getting used to the size of
the leather cock in my mouth. I feel a tug at the back of the gag, hearing the
clink of chains again.

Suddenly, my Master pushes me forward. I shriek into the gag until I am caught,
my falling weight being balanced by the chain attached to the back of my gag,
effective in driving the gag deeper.

"Do you like it, slut?" My Master's voice was in my ear once more. "It's almost
like being fucked in the mouth isn't it?"

I moaned through the gag, closing my eyes and sucking the gag harder. Master
took my weight off of the chain, letting me balance again on my heels. I
tremble with the pressure taken off of my gag.

I felt my Master's arm creep around my waist, holding me tight. I arched my
back, lifting my ass to Him. A wooden paddle slapped loudly down onto my bare
ass, over and over. My squeals and moans get louder, even around the gag. After
each blow, I raise my ass for Him, not wanting to anger Him.

After the twenty-five mark, I felt His hand lightly rubbing against my
throbbing and most likely red ass. It trailed downward, toward my wet, lewdly
displayed pussy. I moaned, rolling my hips back to offer myself to Him more
fully. His open hand smacked my wet cunt, allowing me to fall forward again,
the leather cock in my mouth driving between my lips again.. My knees trembled
as a loud groan bubbled up in my throat.

"I rather like this position, slave. It puts you absolutely, completely at my
mercy. I have every power over you I could want."

His hands gripped my hips and I felt His hard cock against my cunt. I squirmed
against Him, wanting His cock in me, deep inside me.

Another slap to my ass stilled my actions.

"Sit still, slut. Your pussy isn't what I want right now."

I felt His cock slide up to my ass, pressing into me. He stopped when only the
head of His cock was clutched tightly in my ass. His grip on my hips got
tighter as He pulled me up onto His cock, my balance being held only by Him
throbbing in my ass and His tight squeeze on my hips.

Suddenly He let go, letting me fall to where the head of His cock was again the
only thing inside me, but the gag thrust tighter into my mouth. His grip
tightened again, drawing me up on His cock again, then dropping me. He held me
that way, simply using my body to fuck His cock harder and faster, slapping my
ass when I tried to take more than He would give. I submitted to being fucked
back and forth on His cock and sucking hard on the leather gag.

Soon I could feel Him tense and I squeezed my ass tight around His cock as He
thrust it inside me again. His tortured growl rumbled up as I squeezed again.
His cum was hot inside my ass and I felt myself getting wetter yet as He gave
me His cum. When He finished, He simply let me drop, once again letting the gag
fuck roughly up into my mouth. I moaned and nearly fell to my knees.

I felt His fingers teasing my cunt, pressing and pinching my clit. I wiggled,
again stilled by a slap, this time directly on my clit. I shrieked, but thrust
my hips back again. He answered by holding open my pussy and slamming a large
dildo-I guessed it was the thirteen-inch he loved so much- into my cunt. I soon
discovered, though, that it was a new gift.. He flicked a switch and I squealed
as it began to vibrate.

He reached up to caress my hair, kissing my eyelids lightly. "Enjoy, Slut," He
said. "I'll be back tomorrow morning."

I shrieked and screamed into the gag, protesting. He stood, walking to the
door. He unlocked it, standing in the doorway.

"Come, slut!" He commanded.

I bucked and shouted, my pussy spasming around the vibrator and my juices
slipping down my legs. As the orgasm faded, I heard the lock click and I was
alone in the room....


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