****** Never Run From Master by SilkJammy ******
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Never Run From Master


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It's time to go and I find myself dawdling, repeating my instructions to the
baby sitter for the fifth time, generally driving the poor woman crazy. She
waves me out of the room, promising that she and the baby will be fine. The
nervous tension in my stomach is almost unbearable and yet I know I have to do
this. I stop at the mirror by the door, keys in my hand to give myself one last
critical once over. The form fitting, black dress I'm wearing shows off my
large breasts, small waist and long legs to perfection. In my silk panties and
bra, black thigh-highs and heels I feel sexy and sensual, but not overdone.
Smoothing my tongue over my red lips and flipping my long brown hair over my
shoulders, I take a last deep breath and finally reach the door.

It isn't a long drive from my home to the club that I'm supposed to meet him
at, but tonight with my knees knocking and my heart fluttering in my throat the
drive seems to take forever. My nervousness increases with each passing mile.
It has only been in the past year that I've admitted to myself the burning need
I have to be possessed and controlled. In a life where I have to be the one
issuing orders and guiding others I've come to crave the complete submission of
giving myself to another stronger than I that will bend my will to his.

Nearing my exit, I begin mentally going over what I know of the man I have come
to call my master. We've never met, I've never seen a picture of him, he has
never really told me exactly what he looks like, but from the very first time
he ever contacted me on the computer I knew he was my master. The first time I
heard his voice it was confirmed: I belonged to him, he mastered me body and
soul. Tonight after months of e-mail's, computer chats and telephone calls we
are finally meeting. I take a deep breath as I pull my car into the crowded
parking lot of The Seraglio.

I walk through the doors and head straight for the bar, not really sure that my
legs are going to support me that far. I slide into the fourth seat from the
end, the closest I can find to the appointed meeting place.

"Hi, what can I get you?" the bartender asks.

I'm not much of a drinker, but I know that I need something to steady my nerves
and fiddling with a glass will give my nervous fingers something to do. "A
glass of Merlot, please."

He nods and moves about behind the bar, then sets the glass of cool wine on a
white napkin embossed with the name of the bar in front of me. Taking the glass
in my hand I slowly turn my stool around to scan the room. There are many
groups seated or standing about the place, as well as quite a few lone men. I
wonder which of these is my master? I try to avoid making eye contact with
anyone, not wanting undue attention, but inevitably I feel a male body slide
into the seat next to me.

"Hey baby, I'm Roger, are you here with someone? If not, I bet I could master
that sexy body of yours just fine." the male voice whispers far to near my ear.

I turn my head and look at him coolly from my deep, brown eyes only to note
with disgust that his gaze is firmly fixed on the cleavage visible from his
vantage point.

"Why yes, I am here with someone and he is just positively possessive, so if
you don't mind..." I hint strongly by turning my head dismissing him.

"Oh yeah, then where is he?" laughing mockingly Roger states the obvious as he
places his cold hand on my thigh just below the hem of my dress and gives my
leg a hard squeeze. "If he's so possessive of you don't you think he'd a been
over here by now? I think you're here all alone looking for a real man to show
you how it's done." I shiver in fascinated repulsion as his thick tongue licks
his lower lip.

Turning back to the room and casting my frantic gaze about, I notice a large
man near the corner conversing quietly with a group of people. He is tall and
well built, a fact easily noted even through his white dress shirt, opened at
the neck, the tie loosened for comfort and his perfectly fitting dress slacks.
He seems to sense my gaze on him as he looks up and over at me, brows knitting
in question. I seem to find some power from this slight exchange and turn back
to Roger still pawing my thigh. Placing my hand over his, I begin to dig my
nails into the flesh between the thumb and forefinger.

I hiss between my teeth as I increase the pressure, "When I find a real man,
I'll let you know. Until then take your hand off my leg and leave me alone."

I can feel the violence gathering within him beneath my hand and I know that
Roger is one of those doms that thinks domination is aggression. Great,just my
luck. I look at Roger's face tightening with fury as I feel his hand twist from
beneath mine. He grabs my wrist with a cruel grip and tightens, rolling the
small bones painfully together.

"You know what you little bitch..." he begins only to choke off sputtering on
his next word.

To my side I feel rather then see the massive man I'd been admiring from across
the room. Reaching across my body, he pry's the fingers of my aggressor from my
tender wrist with a barely contained fury.

"Get your fucking hands off of her," he growls in a deep voice. Then turning to
impale me with the deepest eyes I've ever seen, he asks, "Are you OK?"

I can only nod dumbly, my voice lost to me. I'm lost in his eyes, if I could
conger up my dream in flesh this would be him. Is it wishful thinking or does
this man have my master's voice? The pained grunts from Roger sitting beside me
draw me back to the present, his wrist still in the powerful grasp of my
rescuer is beginning to turn a deep angry red.

"I'm sorry, yes, I'm fine, thank you." I mange to whisper.

Nodding he looks back at Roger and flings his hand away. "She is with me, if
she says she doesn't want your company leave her the hell alone!"

Roger scrambles off the stool muttering under his breath about how a simple no
would do, and retreats to the far side of the club leaving me alone with the
vision from my dreams. I look back up at him, he is silently watching Roger's
retreat.

"Thank you for helping me with that. He wasn't getting the hint that I just
wasn't interested and I was starting to get worried he was going to get out of
hand."

Reaching down and taking my aching wrist into his much larger hand he soothes
the pain with a gentle touch. "It looks to me like it was getting out of hand,
pet."

My breath stops in my throat and for an instant the room seems to spin. I look
up at this darkly intense beautiful man and know I'm looking into the eyes of
my master. At that moment I know I'm lost and with no understanding of why I
feel it suddenly I must escape from him or accept this change forever. Placing
my hand against his chest and pushing back I slip from my barstool and run
blindly for the door. I can hear him calling my name and his footsteps behind
me as I quicken my steps. My high-heeled shoes are not made for running and as
I hit the loose gravel beside my car my feet fly out from under me. My last
thought as my head hit the car door was that one should never run from one's
Master.

Part 2

I come to with a dull ache in the back of my head to find that I am lying on a
bed, naked. My arms raised over my head spread apart with a spacer bar. My legs
are spread wide in the same manner. I have been gagged. I begin testing the
bonds restraining me, trying to wiggle free in some way, they are holding
strong. I have only succeeded in rattling the chain announcing that I'm awake.

Master comes into the room and stands at the foot of the bed, just looking at
me. I am very afraid and yet very excited at the same time. He stands there a
long time, moving nothing but his eyes... I begin squirming.

"Lie still, pet. You have displeased me by running from me and I'm going to
show you what happens when you displease me." Saying that he sits on the edge
of the bed beside me. He places one of his very large hands on my bare stomach.
Master's hand is very hot and I can feel his fingertips just grazing the bottom
of my breasts. I suck in my breath and his fingers move a little bit closer to
actually touching my breast. My nipples begin tingling. Leaning over me, not
touching, but close enough that I can feel his hot breath on my skin, he begins
blowing on my nipples. They shrivel and harden instantly. Bringing his hands up
and cupping a breast in each hand he begins squeezing them. Not so hard that it
hurts but enough to gain my attention if he didn't have it already. Master
begins massaging and squeezing my breasts watching as a long stream of milk
shoots up and out to land on my skin. Leaning over with a little nip at my skin
he begins licking his way along the trail of milk to my nipple. Then taking my
nipple between his teeth and lightly grazing it he begins to suckle, hard. My
milk is squirting into his mouth, hot and sweet, so fast a trickle comes
running down his chin. I'm begin to moan around my gag.

Wondering aloud he says, "Is this getting you wet?" Reaching down with one
hand, he slips a finger between my pussy lips. The answer is very, very wet. He
easily slides a finger into me and strokes a couple of quick, hard times.
Master then takes his finger out and lets it slide along my slit until he is
rubbing against my clit. I begin to whimper low in my throat. Leaning forward
he presses little stinging bites along my stomach and chest. I watch as he
stands up and with a connecting clip raises my legs up over my head and hooks
them to my arms. I'm wide open to his gaze now. I feel his hands sliding along
my inner thighs and down onto my ass, squeezing my cheeks. He settles himself
between my thighs and nips at them with his sharp, white teeth. I begin
trembling as I think of what he can do to me in this position. Taking my clit
into his mouth he begins tonguing, licking and sucking, scraping his teeth
along it.

He starts taking long slow licks from the top of my pussy all the way down
along my ass and back up again. Inserting two fingers into my pussy, one into
my ass he begins eating me like there is no tomorrow. Coming into his mouth
almost instantly, I begin screaming around my gag for him to stop, but he has
no mercy. He keeps on eating me and fucking me with his fingers in my pussy an
od ass. I'm moaning and crying out, squirming and arching...but totally unable
to make him stop. He brings me to climax after climax after climax. I'm hoarse,
screaming from the pleasure and intensity of his tongue and fingers. Finally, I
think to myself as he lifts his tongue from my drenched pussy, he's taking pity
on me and stopping. I'm wrong. Master gets onto his knees, fits his cock to me
and then rams it all the way home. He is sliding against my g-spot and clit
with every single stroke and even though I'm beyond caring, I find myself
screaming again and again as I shake with the force of yet another orgasm. I
can feel him getting closer to his orgasm, his cock throbbing and swelling with
each stroke. He surprises me by sliding from my hot, wet and very tight pussy
and climbs up my body. Kneeling over me, he releases my legs and takes a breast
in each hand and expresses milk so that my tits are slick with it. With a
breast in each hand, squeezing them tight around his cock he begins titty
fucking me. His cock begins visibly twitching and pulsing. With a groan and a
roar he starts coming all over my chest, hair, face, lips...everywhere. Leaning
down he pulls the gag from my mouth and running his tongue almost tenderly over
my lips he whispers, "Never run from your Master, pet."

Thank you for reading my second attempt at erotica. If you have any thoughts or
suggestions regarding this story please e-mail me at SilkJammy@aol.com.

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