****** My First Master by Kristina Gavin ******
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My First Master


I met him through one of those ads in the local free paper. I'd been curious
about bondage for a while, but his ad made me even more curious. The ad read
that he was looking for "a woman of no limits and no rules." I remember calling
and leaving a message on his voice mail. The sound of his voice stayed in my
head all day. I guess you could say he owned me from that moment.

A few days after leaving the voice mail, he called me. When I picked up the
phone and heard his voice again, I found myself becoming aroused by his voice.
He asked me a few general questions - my height and weight, the color of my
hair and eyes - and then he gave me the name and address of a hotel, an
expensive one in the city. He told me the date and time to meet him and then
hung up.

The week before meeting him, I shopped for something to wear. The average
lingerie store didn't have what I wanted, so I tried a few other places I'd
heard about from friends. One of the places had exactly what I needed - a black
leather corset that took my waist from 26 inches to 22 inches and a pair of
black leather boots with 6 inch heels. I couldn't wait for this man to see me
and, in my darker thoughts, to use me.

The day we met, I decided to wear a dark blue dress that buttoned up the front.
Underneath the dress, I wore only the corset. The boots were painful to walk
in, but I only needed to walk from my apartment to a taxi and then from the
taxi to his hotel room. I found his hotel room and knocked. The man who
answered my knock was taller than I expected, well over 6 feet, with dark hair
and startling green eyes. He was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and black
pants, simple but elegant.

I walked into the room. It seemed no different than any other hotel room
perhaps more well-appointed, but I saw nothing out of the ordinary. I should
have realized that he was the kind of man who didn't need any props. I was
about to sit down when he raised his voice to me.

"Did I tell you that you could sit, whore?!"

My back stiffened and I turned to face him. He approached me quickly not giving
me a moment to think and took a tight and painful hold on my wrists. His face
was inches from mine. I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding and I
couldn't think. He spoke to me barely above a whisper now.

"The moment you walked in that door, you became my property. You will not do
anything unless I tell you to do it. Do you understand, cunt?!"

I nodded. He released my wrists and told me to strip. My hands trembled as I
undid the buttons on my dress. My breasts were bare and were accentuated by the
corset cinching my waist, below that I was naked. I let my dress fall to the
floor and looked up at him. He was staring at me. I shivered and tried to cover
my breasts, but he slapped my hands down.

"Don't be modest, slut!"

He instructed me to turn around and bend over. I turned away from him and
slowly leaned forward. I felt like crying. He walked around me, grabbed my hair
and jerked my head down to the floor. I nearly lost my balance. He brought his
mouth to my ear and hoarsely whispered to me.

"When I say bend over bitch, I want you to bend over. Now show me what you have
to offer me. Let me see your cunt and asshole."

I suddenly felt aroused like I never had before even though I could still taste
my own fear. I spread my legs and opened myself up to his eyes. I felt his
hands move over my bare skin. He pushed a finger into my cunt and then the same
finger into my asshole. He then brought that finger to my mouth and told me to
lick it clean. I sucked his finger into my mouth. I did it willingly, eagerly.
His voice became almost soothing.

"You are a hungry little cunt, aren't you?"

He took his finger away and told me to get on my knees. I moved to my knees,
glad to get off my feet. He moved in front of me, took a handful of my hair and
tilted my head back. I felt my face redden more from lust than any sort of
shame. He looked into my face, touched my mouth and smiled.

"I'm going to be very happy with you. I think you'll meet all my expectations."

I felt myself beginning to smile, but his hand cut the air and I felt the slap
hard on my left cheek. My skin would redden even more now. I was stunned for a
minute. He unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants and took out his cock. He
was fully erect. His cock was long and thick. He held the head up to my mouth
and told me to lick it. I poked my tongue out and carefully ran it over the
opening where a bead of precum had formed and tasted him for the first time. I
had barely tasted him when he raised his voice again and forced my head back.

"You like cum, bitch?! You like the taste? I'll make sure you have a meal of
it! Suck my cock and do a good job or I'll have to discipline you!"

He moved my face to his cock and forced the entire length of it into my mouth
and down my throat. I gagged for a moment, but then began to take his cock. He
held my head the way he would hold my hips and moved his cock in and out of my
mouth as if he were fucking my cunt. He thrust harder and harder into my face,
so much so that I could barely breathe. The way he was fucking my mouth was
like a punishment, but I didn't care. He moaned and spoke to me while he fucked
my mouth.

"You are a good little cocksucker. I bet you've sucked a hundred cocks. How
many times have you been on your knees? How many cocks have you had in your
throat, slut? Hundreds? Thousands?"

He was grinding his hips against my face. I'd never had a man do this to me
before. I felt like I was letting go of who I was and was responding only to
the fucking, only to his cock. He started to move faster, taking his cock all
the way out of my mouth and then forcing it back in and down my throat.
Finally, he tilted my head back and sank his cock down my throat to the hilt.
His balls pressed against my chin. I couldn't breathe at all. He held my head
and flooded my mouth and throat with cum. When he let me go, his semen was
smeared on my lips. I could taste him.

I kneeled on the carpet not sure if I wanted to cry or not. He walked away from
me and into the bathroom. He returned after a few minutes. I was still kneeling
on the carpet. He stood over me. He was examining me again. I could feel his
eyes moving over my body. I knew that didn't care what he wanted to do to me.
He could do anything he wanted to me and I would let him. I felt like his
property now. I wanted to be his property. I wanted him to own me. When he
finally spoke, I knew that whatever he asked I would do.

"You look good with cum on your face, slut. Go in the bathroom and clean
yourself up and take off that ridiculous corset and those boots."

I stood up and unsteadily walked toward the bathroom. As I passed him, he
roughly grabbed my arm, sinking his fingers into the flesh of my upper arm.

"I've only just begun to use you, cunt. I hope you don't have any plans
tonight."

I shook my head and he let me go. I went into the bathroom and stripped off my
corset and boots. My face was blotchy from where he had slapped me and I was
getting bruises from his fingers on my arm. I touched the bruises and, as I
did, I knew I wanted more. I wanted him to leave his mark on every inch of my
body. Standing in front of the sink, I pushed two fingers into my cunt. I was
very wet. I started to bring myself off. I was very close when he pushed open
the door. His voice echoing loudly in the small bathroom.

"I thought you were talking too long you little slut!"

He grabbed my hand from between my legs and brought it up to my mouth.

"Lick your fingers clean."

I sucked at my fingers, tasting myself.

"I'll have to watch you every fucking minute, won't I bitch? From now on, you
leave this door open."

He dragged me back into the room by my hair. I didn't try to pull away or
fight. He pushed me face down on the bed, forcing my face down into the pillow.
He climbed onto the bed with me, moving my legs apart. I felt him shove a
finger into my cunt.

"You want to cum bitch? I'll make you cum."

He fucked me with his finger in hard, short strokes. I tried to move to take
his finger more deeply, but he grabbed me by the hair and pinned me face down.
He shoved two more fingers inside me. With his three fingers, my cunt felt
full. I was almost embarrassed by how wet I was. He leaned forward, his lips at
my ear again.

"Do you want another finger in your pussy bitch? How would you like my whole
fucking fist in your cunt?"

I couldn't answer him. He held my head with my face buried in the pillow. I was
only able to get small catches of air.

"I think you'd rather have a cock, wouldn't you?"

I tried to answer, but I knew my answer, my choice didn't matter to him. He
moved down my body to kneel between my legs. He raised my hips up off the bed,
positioning me like a mannequin or a doll. I had no will of my own now. I felt
the head of his prick against the opening of my cunt. He spoke to me in a low,
measured voice without emotion.

"I'm going to fuck you now. I don't care if you want me to or not and I don't
care if you cum, but I'm sure you will, won't you whore?"

I didn't move as he shoved his cock into me. I came almost immediately. His
fingers and his cock were what I existed for at that moment. He raised my hips
up off the bed a little higher and rammed into my pussy. The thrusts were fast
and deep. I knew I'd cum more than once and I did. I moaned into the pillow,
wanting him to fuck me forever. I wanted to feel him cum inside me.

I started to move my body in rhythm with his. At first, he went with my
movements, but he suddenly stopped and pulled his cock out of me. He was
breathing heavily when he took a handful of my hair, pulling me up to him.

"You love being fucked, don't you bitch?"

I whispered yes. My whole body wanted him to use me in every way I could
imagine and in other ways I couldn't imagine.

"Then I'll just have to fuck you, won't I?"

He let me go and I fell back onto the bed, face down. His hands moved down the
full length of my body. He moved back onto the bed, grabbing my hips again. I
couldn't wait to feel him inside me again. I held onto the pillow anticipating
his thrusts into my cunt, but they didn't come. I felt him slide his cock down
between the cheeks of my ass to my cunt. He teased my pussy mercilessly,
letting the head of his cock slide between my cunt lips and then withdrawing
it.

"You are so fucking wet!"

For a moment, he entered me with the full length of his cock. I felt his cum-
filled balls against my pussy. I wanted to beg out loud, but knew that I had to
be patient and wait for him to fuck me. He pulled out of me again. I wanted to
cry. I wanted to scream. He moved slightly on the bed. His cock up a little and
then the head resting against my asshole.

"I think you need it in the ass, bitch. I think you need a good reaming to
teach you a lesson, a lesson for a beginner."

I didn't have any time to prepare. He thrust his cock up my ass in one motion.
I felt like I was being split in two. He completely filled my ass with his
prick, burying it deep inside me. I felt like I only existed for his cock. I
had no other purpose, no other choices. He penetrated him as deeply and as
roughly as possible. I wanted to scream, but knew I wouldn't. I could feel
droplets of his sweat falling on my back as he fucked me in the ass. I didn't
respond to him. I let him use me.

I lost track of time while he fucked me. I was completely in his possession. I
only knew when he was cumming. I could feel his cock thrusting up into my ass
now in fevered, measured strokes. He held me around the waist, burying his cock
as deeply as possible. Then he came in a long, hot river of cum that filled my
ass. He didn't let me go after he'd cum, he held me pinned under him, his cock
in my ass as if he were a part of my body now. This was all I wanted. I was
his.

kristina_gavin@hotmail.com

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