I am waiting for you, standing in the middle of a room naked, wearing only my black blindfold. I am standing as you directed, with my legs spread and my feet apart, my hands are clasped behind my back.

The cool breeze from the open windows and doors caresses my body, making my nipples harden and my pussy dampens as the blowing air tickles the lips and makes the clit harden. Not being able to see heightens these sensations, making more erotically charged, desperate to serve your sexual desires.

I hear light footsteps approaching towards me, but say nothing, following your directions to stay quiet and to speak when you allow me to, to heighten the experience you have planned for me.

I sense your presence somewhere in the room, and feel my pussy tingling, getting wetter with anticipation. I feel something starting to stroke the inside of my thigh, my mind reels wondering if it is your crop—but no, it is soft and fuzzy feeling. I feel it tracing a pathway from the inside of my thigh, to my clit, then to my stomach, nipples, chin then cheeks, I then feel my nose being tickled with this object. I smile.

Suddenly I feel something very wet and cold being dropped on my breasts, I shudder and feel my nipples harden as the ice is rubbed against them, then I gasp as I feel your lips on my nipple and then the sudden warmth of your mouth and tongue as you start sucking and nipping.

You pull away slightly, letting the nipple out of your mouth. I feel the ice being reapplied to the other nipple, and then feel your warm breath against my breast as you start to draw the other nipple into your mouth.

I relax against you a bit, only to be jolted by sudden coldness being pressed into my vagina, I gasp, moan and start thrusting my hips towards your hand with the ice as the suddenness of this sensation starts my body to orgasm, you whisper into my ear, "cum my sweet little slut, cum", I rock hard against your hand feeling the orgasm overtake my entire being, radiating from where you placed the ice outward throughout my body, I shudder and gasp repeatedly rocking against your wonderful hand.

You whisper for me to open my mouth, and I feel you inserting a finger drenched with my wetness. I greedily lick and suck your finger clean, marveling at the taste of my own juices.

You gently guide me to a chair, and have me sit down. You place each leg against one of the chair legs, and tell me to keep my arms behind me, as you gently push me back into the chair.

You tell me not to move, and then I hear you leave the room for what seems like an eternity.

I again feel the breeze playing with my pussy lips and clit, feeling myself getting wetter and more excited as each waft of air arouses my clit more and more.

I hear you come back into the room. You stand next to me and instruct me to open my mouth. As I do this I feel you place something in it.

You tell me to savor it, enjoy it. As I start to chew it I realize it is a strawberry. I slowly enjoy the flavor, texture and sensation of this wonderful fruit in my mouth.

You then tell me to open my mouth again. This time I smell and tasted a peach, I let the flavor permeate my senses while I enjoy this wonderful treat.

I feel your hand stroke my cheek and I open my mouth again, this time, I am rewarded with a kiss, a tantalizingly deep erotic kiss from you, our tongues meet and dance, the flavors and scents of the peach and strawberry intertwining and heightening our senses and the passion brewing.

I feel you cup my breast and pull on the nipple hard, as you again run your tongue inside my mouth. I gasp and moan in pleasure.

I then feel your hand as it starts to stroke my pussy, feeling it separate its lips, and finding the clit, stroking and flicking it making it harder, I start to shudder and press my hips closer to your body, on the verge of an orgasm.

You stop doing what you were doing, telling me it is not time to cum yet. I hear you leave the room again. My heart is pounding; my breathing is rapid, my mind and pussy fighting to control my senses so that I don't cum.

You come back into the room and tell me to stand up. As I do this I feel you again running your hand over my breast and playing with the nipple making it hard. All of a sudden I feel intense pain followed by a sensation of pleasure radiating from the nipple.

As I recover and adjust to this, I again feel the sharp pain on the other nipple, realizing that you have just fastened the nipple clamps to them.

You then make me kneel in front of you, and again tell me to open my mouth. As I do this, I feel your magnificent cock as it enters my mouth. I run my tongue around the head, and start sucking and drawing you into my mouth. I suck hard and strong, running my tongue around the shaft, feeling your cock getting harder.

I feel your hands on the back of my head, stroking my hair while I pay this wonderful attention to your cock. I suck harder feeling your cock growing in my mouth. I taste the precum as it escapes your cock. I continue to suck relishing this wonderful treat you are giving me. How I enjoy sucking your cock Master.

I feel you slowly pulling out of my mouth; I run my tongue around your shaft again. You stop with its head still in my mouth; I run my tongue around the head, flicking my tongue where the head and shaft meet. I hear you moan and say what a good slut I am.

You then remove your cock from my mouth and have me on my hands and knees. You pull on my nipple clamps a bit, making me moan and get wetter. I feel you slowly starting to penetrate my pussy with your cock. My pussy muscles grasp and massage your cock as you enter me.

I start rocking back and forth, enjoying feeling your cock. You grasp my hips and help me with this movement, back and forth, slowly.

Occasionally you pull on the clamps a bit, making me shudder, and telling me not to cum. I then feel you starting to play with my ass, inserting a finger in it, moving it around in circles, and removing it while you slowly fuck my pussy. I then feel two fingers as they slightly spread my anus open for you. You start thrusting harder penetrating my pussy deeper, all the while playing with my anal opening. I relax my ass muscles enjoying this sensation, I feel my pussy tightening and relaxing around your cock deep inside of me.

I start to moan and groan, knowing I am about to cum. You sense this and withdraw your cock, telling me to relax and rest for a minute, to savor the experience. I feel you putting lube on my ass, feeling you slowly massaging it into my anus, making it ready for you. You tell me to put my head down and show you my ass.

I spread my cheeks open for you, and feel your cock head as it slowly penetrates going past the spincer muscles, I breath slowly and deeply, helping draw it in. You stroke my back relaxing me more, telling me what I good girl I am taking your cock in my ass. Once your cock is in you slowly start to fuck my ass, enjoying the feeling of your cock in my tight ass.

I moan and rock with you enjoying the sensation of your cock in my ass. You hold my hip with one hand and start fingering my clit with the other, you lean over and whisper into my ear to cum, your little slut, cum and make her Master happy.

The weight and sensation of the nipple clamps, your fingering the clit, and your cock in my ass overwhelms my senses, I feel an orgasm as it builds deep within me, from the base of my anus it radiates through my pussy, my clit explodes with the radiant feelings, I rock against your hand, and push against you wanting your cock deeper inside of me I moan, shudder and groan, seeing stars, and feeling light headed as the orgasm culminates through all these sensations.

As I start cumming down from my own orgasm I feel you stiffening, and hearing you gasp as you start to cum, you thrust against me and moan, your cock erupting deep inside of my ass, shooting your cum deeply.

As you withdraw yourself, you stroke my back, petting me, telling me that I have pleased you again.

I waited patiently on my knees, back straight, hands clasped behind my back, naked. I could hear the noise of the door as he let himself in and came up the stairs. Mentally reviewing my preparations of the day I was satisfied I had completed my tasks to satisfaction - pussy shaved smooth, bowels fully empty, nipple rings in place and weighed down as required and ready for the night ahead.

I was waiting, staring out the windows, back straight and to the door. I couldn't see him but knew he was there, watching me, looking for any signs of fear or change of mind. true to my instructions I held the position I was in.

He removed his coat and began to circle me, taking a closer look at my preparations. He slid his fingers along my back, my shoulders, my neck. He stepped in front of me and grabbed my right nipple, twisting and pulling it. I wanted to throw my head back an let out a moan of pleasure but knew I couldn't. I heard my breathing as it became more rapid, my heart pounding faster. But I didn't make a sound.

Leaning toward me he whispered. "Very good my pet. I see you have made your choice. I will take you, train you and show you great pleasure."

His crotch was at eye level. I watched with increasing anticipation as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. "Soon pet, you will be doing the unwrapping for me, with your teeth. Today, I will offer it as acceptance of your willingness to serve."

I could smell him, the sweat of a hard day, his cologne, the soap he used that morning. It was a struggle to keep from licking my lips and reaching out for my prize. I wanted it, I wanted his cock - to take it and lick and suck and worship it.

Lost in longing I didn't see his hands move to grab my nipples. He twisted them, pulling me forward until my mouth, which opened with surprise, engulfed his cock. "Service me" he growled as my mouth closed around him, taking him in completely. He held me there by my nipples; mouth full, eyes tearing from the inability to breathe. Rarely in my life had I been as aroused as I was at that moment.

Just as I feared I was going to push him away in a panic - I couldn't breathe - he started to more his hips, thrusting in and out of my mouth. His thrusts were hard, pushing me back, causing my nipples to stretch. The pain was delicious and I could feel the juices running down my thighs, coating my legs.

It seemed to last forever, the pain, the pleasure, the stroking of his cock. He released my tits and moved his hands to the back of my head, holding it still as he started to move more quickly. I knew I was pleasing him when I felt his cock swell and pulse, the final thrust deep, his cum flowing down my throat. "Drink it all my pet." he said as I worked eagerly to swallow every drop.

Still hard he pulled away. "Face to the floor." he snapped, pushing the back of my head down. "Face to the floor and ass in the air."

I did as I was told.

He removed his clothes as he moved behind me. My nerves on edge, I wanted to cum - my nipples throbbing and rubbing on the floor, my clit pulsing with anticipation, begging to be played with and my juices flowing freely, now dripping to the floor.

It got quiet. I knew he was still in the room, watching me, taking in every detail of this new position - knees spread, ass high in the air, swollen pussy wide and smooth. All I could hear was the sound of my own breathing.

A hard slap on my ass caused me to lift my head with surprise. "Down girl" he snapped, slapping me again. I dropped my head, momentarily disappointed with m lack of control. The spanking continued, one hard slap after another, first the left cheek then the right. I couldn't control myself any longer; the sounds of pleasure came from deep in me, animalistic, desperate, pleading. I didn't care if I was to remain quiet - I needed to show the depth of my need.

The stinging of the slaps warmed and numbed my ass, making it another of many parts of my body begging for more. The pleasure was exquisite.

I almost lifted my head again when his hand came down hard on the lips of my swollen pussy, surprising me yet making my quivering clit yearn for more.

I wanted him to quit teasing me. I wanted to jump up from my position and tell him to take me. Beg him for release. Beg him to fuck me - hard and without mercy. But I was already well trained, knowing what was expected of me, knowing that if I was to be his pet I was to wait.

"You're doing very well pet for your first time, such control over your body."

My need for his cock grew as he offered his praise. "But there is so much more for you to learn. So much for me to show you." he continued as he reached down and started fingering my pussy, one finger occasionally finding my clit, giving it a flick. I wanted to cum, was so close, on the edge exploding.

He moved his hand, replacing it with his hard cock, resting it just outside my pussy entrance. I felt him nudging it in just a little, holding my ass in place to keep me from backing onto him. Through the haze of my need I heard him speak.

"It's time to make the choice my pet. I can make love to you, or....."

He entered me slowly, tenderly. It wasn't enough, I wanted more. I wanted to be taken, mounted, fucked like an animal. I couldn't deny my instincts, my need. My moans, already showing the depth of my desire, became more pleading.

"Good girl, good pet. You will make a very nice bitch."

He pulled out, grabbed my hips and pushed his pussy covered cock into my ass in one stroke. There was no pause before he began to fuck me. Hard and rough, both of us grunting and moaning. He reached around, found my clit and started to pinch and flick it roughly. That was all I needed. I came, hard, screaming and begging him to fuck me harder, deeper. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. I felt his cock throbbing as he filled my ass. My knees gave out and I collapsed to the floor.

I woke up a short time later curled up on the dog bed. The note beside my head simply said "Good Girl." I didn't need to look around to know I was alone again, so I stretched, yawned and went back to sleep, happily anticipating my future training.

Summer was more than half over, and the hot sun had baked her garden. Driving out to the mountain cabin, everything seemed yellow, tan and brown – more like fall – instead of the usual greenery that carpeted the scenic trip. Now, she frowned at her dry, thirsty vegetables and flowers, wishing for a nice rainstorm.
He found her both refreshing and tantalizing. Sometimes a girl, sometimes a woman – always submissive. He was neither insecure nor intimidated by her sexuality and affectionate demeanor. She remained drawn and devoted to him through many circumstances and situations. Between them, trust and respect, weakness and strength – lust and commitment. She was a seductive vixen by nature – feminine and sensual. He considered her a treasure, his own to behold.

Barefoot, she walked slowly closer to him, lowered her eyes, untied the sarong and let it drop to the ground. Beneath, she wore only panties – a string bikini in plain white cotton. Pulling shoulders back, she clasped hands behind her and began to descend to knees…

As he watched her transformation, the effect on him was physically apparent. She knelt before him on the porch steps and he stood tall above her there, unmoving, his pulse quickening. She was indeed a beautiful creature.

“How may I serve You, Master?” she whispered. “What is Your pleasure on this night, my fine Sir?”

Her voice was clear and almost melodic, barely a hint of southern accent. Sweet, respectful, and sincere.

He caressed her shiny hair, twisting long, loose strands around his fingers. “I trust you know how to properly greet your Master, little one. You need no instruction from me.”

“Sir,” she replied slyly, blinking lashes, gaze downward. “I will always need Your wisdom to guide me.” She paused for only a moment, posture straight, and then looked up at him. “May I please kiss Your hands, Sir?”

He traced her cheek then gently wrapped his fingers around her throat, feeling her pulse throb. “Indeed, my little vixen, and afterwards, I wish to watch you crawl inside where I may sit more comfortably for your most excellent service.”

She rose higher on haunches, slowly brought both hands from behind, uncurling elbows but keeping them close. She loved his hands, the way they felt warm against her flesh, wrapped around her breasts, pressed firm upon her ass. She took both his hands into hers and placed lips tenderly into each palm, breathed in the clean scent of liquid hand soap. The tip of her tongue mapped every crease, tracing his lifeline, memorizing the heart of him. Weaving her delicate fingers into his strong ones, guided his fingertips to her lips. One at a time, sucking gently on just the very end of each finger… looking up into his eyes, melting into him.

“That is enough, my lustful little nymphe.” He pulled away slowly, petting her hair affectionately before turning to go inside. He enjoyed her provocative greeting, and his cock throbbed expectantly. Gratification and reward would be his – and hers – soon.

She watched in adoration as he walked across the porch. He was a kind and intelligent man with keen senses. He had observed her one night in the company of commoners, and recognized her regal prominence. She had been dancing around the room, greeting and entertaining a diverse audience. Respectfully, he requested formal introduction to the eloquent dancer, and discovered her to be a rare and impressive creature worth pursuing. She fell quickly under his spell, although he professed no magical power. He was, by his view, simply a man.

She saw, by all measures, a man of class, integrity and enduring stature. Never manipulated or coerced, he held weight and bearing that clearly endorsed he was not to be reckoned with. Likewise, he provided steadfast comfort and refuge, earning her devotion and unwavering respect.

She waited until he stood in the foyer with the door open – and then she slithered up the steps to the porch, snake-like, across the porch. Her forearms flat, palms splayed out, she started toward him. Hips swayed side to side, higher than her shoulders, head low to the floor, braid curled around her neck. Crossed over the wood threshold, hearing him reach above her to push the door closed as soon as she was inside. Centered on giving him the most intimate pleasures. Right palm, left knee… left palm, right knee… right, left… left, right.

Each time she came near, he stepped back a few feet. Down the narrow hallway, into the library lined with bookcases. Candles alight in wall sconces, bathing the room in pale yellow. He moved across wool carpet, and sat down in the lush Italian leather armchair – then waited for her.

She kept eyes lowered, crawling until she reached his feet – and only then did she alter positions, sitting slightly upward.

“May I remove Your moccasins, Sir?” she cooed. Sultry vixen.

“Yes, that would be wise – and then, proceed.” He didn’t squander words – he articulated messages that were explicit and concise.

She removed his leather shoes, placed them neatly next to his chair before arching down to kiss the smooth tops of his feet, massaging the soles expertly. She traced fingers up both his calves, sliding herself up between his knees. She lifted the zipper of his jeans with her tongue, used her front teeth to pull it down, while deftly unfastening the single button above with skillful fingers.

His thick cock now bulged out from under cotton briefs, finally free from the uncomfortable constraints of blue denim. She pressed her face into the heavy mass, inhaling deeply, comforted by the familiar blend of his natural scent and woodsy cologne. She caressed him with her face, nose, eyes, mouth… he stood up, silent, and she aptly removed his garments. He was so mesmerized by his submissive temptress, it seemed effortless to assist in her tasking.

As he sat back down, he realized she had somehow managed to place a warmed cotton towel over the leather cushion, one end slightly hanging over the front edge under his knees.

He was never disappointed in her attention to little details.

She reached for a small basin – he hadn’t noticed it before this moment. It had been too long since she had served him and he looked forward to this fulfillment.

“You have a beautiful cock, Master,” she whispered, rolling his weighty length in one delicate palm, squeezing him firmly, gently.

“Lick my balls,” he commanded quietly. And she smiled, anxious to oblige, settling lower between his thighs. Holding his sculpted column so that the large head almost touched his belly button, she lapped at the smooth organ, quick taps of her tongue back and forth, up and down. Finally, he felt the rough texture of her tongue flat against his balls, massaging him with talented lingual muscles, playing him like a fine musical instrument. Delicate, intense, filled with soul.

She loved the taste of him in her mouth, on her tongue. His oval eggs encased in thin membranes, fragile and sensitive, aching to be feel her. She was careful, knowing when to squeeze him, where to probe, how to incite his fire. His cock grew thicker, rigid and fervent, as she licked his weighty testicles and the smooth, irresistible stretch of flesh beneath them.

He lay back, pulling her braid high above her head, beginning to unravel the twisted strands. She didn’t flinch, trailing her tongue down his thigh to knee, and back… while reaching for a little mustache comb and a pair of manicure scissors. As he untangled her fine sangria-colored tresses, she began to trim the coarse dark hair around his cock and balls… proficiently, smoothly, with incredible grace. She kept the scissors sharp, combing through the sparse patch above his cock, cutting it evenly around the base. Not too short, ensuring that the length was to his specifications by careful measuring with her fingers. Saving the trimmings in her silver monogrammed box, adding to those collected on other occasions.

He felt the warmth of the wet cloth as she cloaked and washed his flaccid, heavy penis. Dried him with the gentle patting of a soft terry towel. He heaved a long, contented sigh: her comforting service brought him immense pleasure. He closed his eyes, once again contemplating the rarity of happenstance that had led him to her in the first place, and grateful for the moment.

Satisfied with her work, she looked up for his approval. He was tempted to kiss those perfect ruby lips without further delay – her dedication was commendable, her gaze angelic. Instead, he looked directly into her eyes, and simply nodded. Taking the towels and tools, she dutifully carried them away to their proper storage and lifted the silver box up on the marble mantle above the fireplace. She returned, kneeling once again before him, wrists crossed obediently at the small of her back. Her hair looked like copper and red gold in the candlelight – loose waves fell haphazardly over shoulders, down her back.

He reached for the remote to the stereo, turned on instrumentals befitting the moment. She smiled, recognizing the familiar music, and closed her eyes, moving ever slightly in a solitary erotic dance… for him. He watched, until he could wait no more.

“Stand up,” he commanded, and she crossed her legs, standing before him like a poised ballerina. “Turn and look in the mirror.”

It was an elegant floor mirror on a mahogany stand, and her figure was fully visible in the silvery reflector. Seeing her own nakedness made her uncomfortable; imperfections seemed to stand out. She preferred to camouflage flaws with clothing and cosmetics, which he found to be unnecessary impediments. He insisted on nothing less than the innate beauty of natural flesh, clean and fragrant – though he did like the barest of panties to tantalize his visual senses.

She heard him get up from the chair, saw his face appear above her in the mirror, felt the heat of his body standing just behind hers. Her heart pounded uncontrollably as excitement mounted, blood rising to the surface, stirring her to a heightened state of being.

He wrapped his arms about her, grasping both breasts, squeezing the full, fleshy mounds, twisting nipples until they stood at attention – owning that which was his. She watched him through the looking glass, felt the strength of his embrace. His hands slid down, exploring her bareness as if it were both the first and last time. She held her breath, savoring the sensations he initiated.

He felt her tremble in anticipation. His fingers felt the velvety smoothness of shaven pubis, and then found the tiny clitoris knotted beneath its silken cloak. Her wantonness could not be concealed, evidenced by the flood already gushing forth into his hand. Lifting his wet fingers to her waiting lips, their eyes magnetized in the mirror.

Standing there, she felt faint, overwhelmed by desire. He was a patient man, enticing her with touch and order. Sequentially, he used time sparingly, working methodically from beginning to end – until the next beginning.

Replenishing his cache of silky fluid from inside her, he traced upward to her navel, probing the tiny cave with one wet finger. Her stomach muscles tensed as she inhaled – he paused, glaring disapprovingly at her reflection.

“Breathe, and unleash your inhibitions,” he cautioned in a gentle, but solemn, tone. She stared back, concentrated on his face, and let out a long sigh, allowing her rounded belly to soften. He delved deeper, gathering more wetness from her slick vaginal delta, thrusting his middle finger in and out of her navel – fucking the hollow center of her.

Her clitoris throbbed, and she felt his erection pressed against her back. The room was cool, but their bodies were on fire. Eyes locked, moving in tandem. He leaned down and bit passionately into her shoulder, leaving the impression of his teeth. She responded by whispering, “Again, please.”

Cupping his left hand over her pelvic bone, he pulled forcefully and she almost lost balance. She let out a gasp, and then felt his swollen cock sliding up the crevice between her buttocks.

“Put your hands on the mirror and steady yourself.” His voice was hoarse. His intention was readily understood. She complied, eagerly, spreading her legs.

He honey-coated her anal fissure generously, inserting one finger, then two… gently stretching, preparing the sensitive opening for his entrance. She inhaled, exhaled… repeated. Pushed back against his fingers… and then began to beg, aching to feel him inside, in whatever orifice he chose – her yearning could be satisfied only by him.

“Fuck me, Master,” she whispered, circling her hips, allowing her ass cheeks to open wider, urging his attention.

“Did you say something? Perhaps you should speak up, so that I can hear what you want.” It wasn’t a question, and she didn’t need to hear it again. She swallowed, engulfed in his dominance, and managed another plea, this one louder.

“Please, Master, thrust your cock inside me so that I can feel your hardness in my belly, and your seed in my soul.”

Holding one hand on her stomach, he guided his engorged column until its sculpted purple knob broke through her taut rose-red bud, entering the smooth cavity. She pushed back slowly, inviting him to come in. Deeper, deeper...slowly… deeper. She closed her eyes, hands clasped, arms resting against the mirror, feeling the incredible sensation of his cock inside her ass.

He fucked slowly, then faster… thoroughly engaged, submerged and absorbed. Their reflection in the mirror escalated his desire, and he felt the tidal wave of orgasm begin to form. Grasping her clit between his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed and stroked until she began to moan aloud… crying out for him to let her cum.

“Now!” He commanded, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, pumping harder until his seed rushed forth into her, one eruption after another.

She began an uncontrollable shudder, legs wobbly and weak, her body exploding in multiple orgasms. She felt his hot lava thundering inside her, pouring down her thighs. He held her still, tight in his embrace, until she lay motionless, pressed against the mirror.

It seemed like a very long time, though it was less than a few minutes. Finally, she used her palms to push up into an upright position, noting that the mirror retained her silhouette in a fog of sweat and breath. He still had both hands placed on her belly in a loose, affectionate embrace. She looked at him through the looking glass.

“Thank you, my fine Sir. I look forward to the next time. Soon.” Her voice was soothing, contented.

He smiled, perfectly aware of his addiction, her obsession, their mirror-image taste for pleasure - the certainty that One’s hunger could be realized only by the other’s willingness to serve. As it was in the beginning, so it shall be… forever, never-ending.

I didn't know this kind of attraction even existed. Most people only have one thing that attracts me – if that. And once my curiosity is sated, my interest wanes.

But with you, that is not so. I felt connected to you on so many levels, so quickly.

I answered your ad. It was witty, well-written, and concise. You weren't one of those guys who vomited up a word salad in his ad. That was nice. And, of course, my favorite parts were your references to entropy and the Latin phrase you used to close out your ad.

But I answered YOUR ad. The ball was in your court from the beginning. You had the power to respond or not. I am glad you did. Our first few chat sessions were banal, yet the highlight of my day. Your brain attracted me straightaway.

I kept myself separate from others – a participant observer in life. I have held my emotions in check for so long, I didn't think I could be delighted with someone. But I was pleasantly surprised that you delighted me. Even your neurotic typo-fixing tendencies delighted me.

When I told you I'm black and you didn't care, I was relieved. The guys I grew up with bailed if I ever hinted at being anything more than study buddies. Or the girl they got relationship advice from. But you didn't bail. You thought it was funny that I thought it would matter to you.

I am still trying to figure out how text messages about pants-stealing robots led to our first voice-to-voice connection. Your voice is so hot! From the first sentence, you had me hooked. We fell into conversation easily. It's like we had known each other for years.

And when you told me you were a Dominant during our first phone conversation, I thought I was going to cum in my pants right then. For you to tell me that was so hot, I almost passed out. I hope my eagerness to learn more about that side of you didn't come through too much those first couple of phone calls. I wanted to play it cool for a little while longer.

Somehow I think you already knew. Even over the phone you stripped away all of my defenses. You so easily reached inside my outer shell and revealed the vulnerable femininity hidden inside. And you didn't try to capitalize on my vulnerability.

I was scared to death to meet you in person. What if this was really just another internet fantasy, doomed to fizzle with the reality of face-to-face contact? But it didn't fizzle. The attraction only grew stronger.

When we first met, I was sure I was no man's slut, down to fuck the first night and whenever he wants. I was wrong. I would have fucked you in the mall parking lot that night; damn my compact car!

Your strong, capable artist's hands were all over me. I was grinding on your cock while you massaged my ass through my jeans. My nipples pebbled under my sweater when you grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. You exposed my neck and then bit down. Hard. You had my pussy twitching and you hadn't even touched my clit. I wanted to be a slut for you the very first night.

Your sexy voice on the other end of the line kept me awake plenty of nights. You made a trip to the home improvement store sound so sexy. You painted pictures with your words of the contrast between my brown skin and the white rope you preferred. Me, facedown on the bed, bound spread-eagle. I pictured you using your big white hand to spank my round ass. I could feel the juices dripping down my thigh as you talked to me. When you commanded me to cum, I did. I felt the aftershocks from that orgasm into the next afternoon. It's a wonder I didn't crash my car.

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You made me realize I how much I want to be an implement of your pleasure. The texts you sent about using my mouth...you don't know how much I wanted to be near so you could use me.

I have been thinking about your hand gripping the back of my head. I am on my knees. Your cock is in my mouth. You use my mouth for your pleasure, holding me where you please with your fisted hand. You guide your cock down my throat while I take you all in. I can feel your balls on my bottom lip as you press my head all the way in...you fuck my mouth hard, then harder. Only able to take what you give, I pulse my throat to increase your pleasure. I anticipate the moment you will cum. I can't wait for you to cum - down my throat, on my face, on my tits - wherever you please.

But it is your other hand that does me in. Your first hand still fisted in my hair, you move your other hand to my chin, wet with saliva and cum. You raise my face and look into my eyes. You trace my face with your other hand. Your eyes follow your hand, from forehead to chin. Your eyes, wistfully triumphant, return to mine. "We're not done," you say.

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I still want that collar you promised me.

You stop dead in your tracks! You can't believe what you are seeing! I had told you that I had a special surprise for you but you assumed a fancy dinner. Thus, explaining the tight black, spaghetti strapped dress and heels your wearing. You never imagined the site before you or how much it turns you on. Speechless you sit down to behold the sight. Your best friend tied naked doggy style to your bed. Her ass hanging in the air red as an apple from me spanking it, her nipples hanging from her breasts erect due to the clamps on them, her mouth gagged and hands tied behind her back. You notice the leather collar on her neck with writing woven into it, "SLAVE.' After taking your friends tender body in, you look at me from head to toy. I stand there in all my glory with only a whip and a collar in hand.

My cock is at full attention as I call you over, " Get over here, and start sucking me off like the slave you are!" You rise from your feet, still unsure of what is happening but you undress and crawl over to my cock.

I grab you by the hair and say," Slaves should listen faster and do what their master tells them." You go to lick the head of my cock but in a flash I pull your head forward and thrust my hips. My purple head and hard vein shaft slip right in to your throat as I face fuck you. You try your best not to gag, as your pussy gets wetter and wetter. Your friend starts to get figdty and randy watching me manhandle you so I flash my ship and smack her ass.

I pull you off my dick, you try to continue sucking but I smack you and yell, "NO!" "Go lick the other sluts pussy, she better cum quickly or you won't get to tonight!" You rush behind her, smelling her ripe soaking pussy, your tongue goes right to work, fuck the nicety's you start rolling your tongue around her giant clit. You've never seen one so big and you love the fact that it is sensitive enough that she jumps when you flick it. As you lick her pussy, I pull the gag from her mouth and let her suck my cock. She twirls her tongue around the head then starts to take more and more till she bucks from your pussy play and my cock slips deep into her mouth. We work into a rhythm; my veiny cock works into her mouth as your play on her clit makes convulse forward. Her orgasm is earth shattering.

"Start licking her ass, I need it good and lubed!" I command, you promptly follow the order never shying away from a rimjob.

She begins to protest, "I've nev.............." I shove the gag back in her mouth and leave the room for a second.

I return to find you still probing her rosebud. You turn to look at me, you see that I have placed an anal strapon on. You smile maniacally.

"Go get your pussy licked by your best friend, MY SLAVE!" You pull her gag and shove your bare dripping pussy in her mouth before she can protest. You watch me move behind her. Lube dripping off both my cocks, I rub my real dick up and down her slit till she starts licking you. I, then, slide my dick an inch in, just till the head disappears and she can feel my other dick on her ass. Her eyes widen; you just grab the back of her head and pull it into your pussy. I spread her tight ass cheeks and push the head of my second penis into the entrance of her ass. After the all-familiar pop, she seems to relax. My cock fills her tight pussy and virgin ass as I slowly shove inch after inch into her. You have your first orgasm of the night. You want your ass lubed for fucking too, so you turn around and put her face between your ass cheeks. She is so disoriented from the fucking that she just starts to lick your brown hole. You bring your hand back to your erect clit to bring yourself closer to those needed orgasms. By this time, your best friend's body had adjusted to the intrusion and I started fucking her like a wild beast. Her pussy starts to convulse around my cock and her ass tightens to as she moans into your ass having an orgasm. I though she was going to rip my cock off. You follow suit and have another orgasm. I call you over to suck my balls as I fuck your best friend and without hesitation your there. The sights, the feelings, the sounds, the smells all too much for me to bear, my balls tighten. After a final thrust, I withdraw and cum all over her ass.

"Lick it up, if you want a fucking." I command.

We untie your friend and I tell you sluts to get me hard again. You both start licking up the side of my semi-hard penis. You reach around and grab my ass as she fondles my massive balls. Quickly I get hard again and you two start fighting over who gets to swallow my cock. I stop the both of you and get you to get in doggy position on the bed. I place a blindfold over your eyes. You can hear rustling in the background. It seems like forever before you me slide under you and place my cock at your pussy. I kiss you deeply as I slide my cock easily into your pussy. I hold it there and that when you feel the strap-on entering your asshole. It also slips in easily. You Love being filled with two cocks feeling them slip by each other. You best friend and I start to get into rhythm. Our relentless pounding on your body brings you too I mind blowing orgasm and convulse between us. Your orgasm seems to last forever from the constant amount of cock that fills you. You collapse and pass out on top of me as we continue to fuck you. My orgasm approaches soon after but not before I could replace your best friend by fucking you in the ass. I pull my cock just about all the way out when I cum so that your friend can lick it clean. You wake up a few hours later, tied to the bed spread eagle. You best friend between my legs sucking my cock.

I look up at you and kiss your lips, "Glad to see your awake. ready for round two?" You notice the collars are now around my neck and yours..........................................

It all started out innocent enough...here I was laying in bed next to my wife on this cold winters night, just two nights before Christmas. We had arrived on time to her parent’s house with nothing unusual happening on the way. It had been a pretty dull night and with her parents having gone to bed the two of us and her younger sister had decided to get comfortable and talk. In hardly any time at all the two of them had drifted off to sleep leaving me to stay up waiting for the middle sister to arrive to complete the family for Christmas.

I grabbed my laptop and decided to jump online to see what was happening in all my favorite chat rooms. While online I got an private message from someone named Princess^Perfect telling me "kneel and prepare to serve me" Not really being in the cyber scene I laughed it off and ignored it going back to chatting with my peers about our daily lives and the Christmas time. After about two minutes had passed my screen flickered with another private message from the Princess; berating me and telling me to prepare for my punishment if I did not follow her commands. Again I chuckled and this time copied and pasted the message to the channel I was in so we could all get a chuckle out of it. When my screen flashed to alert me to my third message from the Princess I started to get a little irate and without reading it I simply responded "Listen I don't know who you are, but I'm not into the whole cyber scene and especially being someone's slave, so please leave me alone." and then closed it without even reading her message. Within seconds my screen flashed with her response and I thought oh great now I got to report this person just so I can get some peace on here. As I opened her message and began to highlight it to send it to the Operators my eyes got caught on her second word "Michael" which is my name. I immediately thought oh shit my computer has been hacked into and this person has my name, but then I remember I don't use my real name anywhere...this has to be someone who knows me. I thought I better play along to see if I could figure out who this person was so I decided to read her message. "Princess^Perfect - Look Michael, you little shit, I know who you are and where you are at...either kneel now or pay the penalty!" I responded "ok fine, I am now kneeling..." I flipped back to room I was in and told them I had to take care of something and would be back shortly.

I returned my attention to my mystery Princess and found another response from her telling me it was too late and that I was to be punished for my disobedience. I thought back to my single days and replied "yes Ma'am, whatever you wish." I was then told to go into my sister-in-laws room and quietly find her sexiest pair of panties and get them." Trying to play along I responded that she was asleep in her room and that it would wake her up. I got an immediate response back telling me the lying would only get me punished further, that she knew my sister-in-law was asleep in the same room as my wife. I quickly became nervous knowing that my laptop was the only computer in the house and that meant that this person had to be watching the inside of this house someway. I quickly and quietly got up and started to close all the curtains and look to see if I could see any miniature cameras anywhere. When I came back to my laptop I saw she had sent a couple lines of "LOL" and that closing the curtains would not get me out of this. I was then told that due to my disobedience of not retrieving her panties, lying about her, and closing the curtains I was to now to not only get her panties, but also a bra, and a sexy piece of lingerie. With a warning, that if there were any further actions of disobedience I would be getting her punishment first hand. Not knowing who this person was or how they knew what was happening inside this house I responded "yes Ma'am please forgive me" and then went and got what was I told to.

When I came back she instructed me to describe what clothing I got in as most detail as I could. I told her I found a pair of pink satin thong panties, matching bra which was a 40D, and a pink see thru Baby Doll outfit with fur on the cuffs, around the neck line, and the bottom of the outfit. I was then told to strip and put on the outfit I picked out for her. I pleaded with her that I am not made to do this as I was expecting company and that anyone could wake up at any time. Calling me a little sissy cock slave she told me I should have thought about that before I disobeyed her and that if I did not do as told she would make sure that everyone was up before I had a chance to return the clothes. Without knowing what I could do I weighed my options this stranger on the net that knew so much about me and what was happening in this house gave me; I knew I couldn't risk her waking up everyone to catch me with my 18 year old sister-in-laws lingerie I gave in and submitted to her. Stripping out my clothes I carefully looked all around to make sure no one was awake and then put on the outfit. The thong was a little snug, but overall the clothes fit. I should take a moment to describe myself to you.

I am a 29 year old happily married man, standing at 6'1" tall and weighing 135 pounds. I'm not super skinny but obviously not overweight or very muscular at all. But anyways back my tale here...after putting the clothes on I sat back down and got ready to tell her that I had done it, and saw she had typed "There now that is a good lil sissy panty boy...don't you feel better wearing girly clothes? I know you do since you are not a real man, but actually just a little sissified slut that loves wearing women’s clothes. I told her no that I did not enjoy it, and that I was only doing it since I was left with no other choices except to get caught with her clothes and be in deep shit with my in-laws. Immediately I got a response back that simply said "SMACK!" Followed by another response that said if I did not want that to smack to really happen I had better learn some manners. I was to address her only as My’ Princess, and that I had better admit to being in love with wearing these clothes. Again I submitted and said yes My’ Princess please forgive me, I do so love wearing this outfit. It was at that time that I noticed my other sister-in-law pulling up and begged that I bet let go so that I may change before she came in and saw me. I was quickly told no, however she would allow me to go into the bathroom with my laptop and clothes so that we may continue this in lesson of life, if I would tell her that I would submit to her, and become her sissy cock slave. Desperately just wanting to get this over with I quickly respond yes My' Princess I would be her sissy cock slave. With that she said go...and I quickly grabbed everything and made a mad dash to bathroom, just as I shut the door I heard my newly arriving sister-in-law open the door and quietly come into the house trying not to wake those sleeping.

Once inside with the door locked I thanked her, and asked what it was that she was going to require of me. She responded telling me that I was to use tissue paper to stuff the bra full. When I had finished she asked me if I had a hard-on yet caused by the outfit. I noticed then that the soft feel of the satin thong against my cock and balls, and the ruffling of the fur against my stomach, ass, and neck, combined with the feeling of having fake tits did in fact excite me and had caused my cock to come to full attention and strain against the flimsy pink thong. I shamefully admitted yes and told her that my cock was in fact at full erection and straining to be released as it was the hardest it had ever been at 9 1/2".

She just laughed and then without notice my sister-in-law opened the door and came in. I stood up to try and keep her from screaming and waking everyone else up and to try and explain. She just simply looked at me and asked did I give you permission to stand up. Shocked I looked at her and she just smiled and then walked over to me pushing me down to my knees. Now you should know that she is about 5'9 125 lbs with long strawberry blonde hair, a trim and fit tanned body, with about 38d tits. She looked me over and told me what a complete sissy slut I looked like and how I should be ashamed that she walked in on me wearing her baby sister’s panties and lingerie, with a bra stuffed full of fake tits. She then looked at my cock and said my is that...is this little sissy slut girl all excited? Laughing she took hold of my cock through the satin thong panties and gripped it stroking it up and down and then asked if like having my precious little clit fingered. Lost in the feelings of it all I could only murmur yes that I liked having my clit fingered. She then asked me if I wanted a good fucking with her, which I quickly responded yes. She just giggled and said ok...then stopped stroking and stood back up stepping out of her dress I saw she had nothing on underneath.

She reached up and starting playing with her breasts and told me that if I wanted her I was to do the same with mine...so I started fondling my fake tits. As she was fondling her tits my eyes gazed over her beautiful body and saw that she was clean shaven...this made my cock drip its first drop of precum. When she saw that she said that my pussy was good and wet now and told me to keep playing with my tits while she walked behind me. She then told me to get on my knees doggy style and stepped back around into my view wearing now a strap on that had to be at least 9 inches long. She could see the fear in my eyes as she quickly grabbed my head and pushed the monster past my lips and deep into my mouth. Forcing me to suck on her fake cock she laughingly told me that all good sluts suck a cock before they fuck it.

With tears now streaming down my face in humiliation she pulled the monster from my mouth and walked around behind me. I begged her not to use it anymore but she only slapped my pantied ass hard and told me that I was her sissy slut and she would do as she pleased. She pulled the thong panties aside and grabbed my balls in her hand massaging them while she lowered herself and took my cock into her mouth. She licked my shaft up and down both sides then pushed herself onto my cock taking almost all of into her mouth giving me a killer blowjob. When she could sense I was getting close to cumming she pulled off my cock and started licking and tongue fucking my ass.

After a moment or two this kneeled behind me and put the head of her dildo against my virgin asshole. I begged her again not to do it, but was answered with a harsh squeeze of my balls and her saying..."what you little sissy cock sucker...you want me to eat your pussy and suck your clit, but not want me to fuck your pussy? Are you nothing but a little cock tease? With that she laughed and pushed the head of her monster into my ass. I felt blinding pain as my as tight ass was punished and stretched wide. She just reached around and grabbed my padded tits pulling me back against her until she had completely sunk her cock into my ass. I was now sobbing and whimpering in pain and she just laughed as she began to slowly fuck my ass and pull me into her by my tits. As the pain started to lessen I began to beg her to stop, she just laughed and told me since I couldn't keep my pretty cock sucking mouth closed she would just have to fill it. She paused fucking my ass long enough to reach behind her and pull something out of her bag, then put another dildo about 6 inches in front my mouth again. I closed my lips tight, but she forced it into my mouth completely gagging me on the tip of it causing me to push it out. She fastened a harness onto my head that held the dildo in my mouth continuously pulling it in all the way while I kept instantly trying to force it out. She just laughed at me saying that I was truly a natural cock sucker with the way I was keeping that cock sliding in and out and then went back to fucking my ass again. After about 10 minutes she started to pump my ass harder and faster and grab my bra tighter as she neared her orgasm. When she finally came down, she pulled out of my ass, and removed the harness from now sore mouth.

She looked at me and laughed an evil laugh telling me that from now on I was her slutty lil girl, and that she was going to call me Michelle. She told me that I was to start wearing a pair of panties every day and whenever I was alone I was to be fully dressed. She told me to make plans the day after to Christmas to go shopping with her, as we would be going out to buy me several pieces of lingerie, and panties, bras, and dresses, and to be ready to try on each one asking for the opinion of the clerk. She looked down at my panties and saw where I cummed while she was fucking me, and just grinned saying that she knew I would get off sucking a cock and being fucked. She told me to stand and remove my soiled panties. As I did she told me that I was to take them in the most seductive way I could rubbing my swollen clit and dripping pussy, sliding them slowly off my body. When I had finished taking them off my cock was again at full attention. She looked at me as said, just like a true slut...you can never get enough can you...you little pussy.

She told me to take my cock and jack off in front of her, but to make sure I did not cum without her permission. As I took my cock into my hand and began to jerk off for her, she picked up the cum filled panties and told me to clean them by shoving them in my mouth. I felt sick from my first taste of cum, but she just laughed and told me to get used to it. Every time I was to cum I would be punished to eat every drop. As I stood there wearing only the flimsy baby doll outfit, and the stuffed bra, with my cock in my hand madly jerking it off and my own cum soaked panties in my mouth I could tell I was getting close. I spit the panties out of my mouth and begged for her permission to cum. She knelt down in front of me and took my cock into her hands and said I could cum only when she had me in her mouth and then quickly took my cock into her mouth and began sucking it. I could feel her sucking every last drop out my mouth and since I hadn't seen her spit or dribble any I only thought I was saved as surely she had to be swallowing it all. When I was finished she took her mouth off my cock and began to spit out my cum into her hands. When she was done she had what looked like a gallon in her hands and told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. She started by taking a large glob of my sperm and placing it on my tongue and telling me to sallow which almost made me puke right there. She warned me not to and that I should enjoy it...as it was a privilege to be able to sallow a man's cum. After several mouthfuls I had finally eaten all my cum, she told me to undress and put on my clothes and follow her.

We walked back into her sister's room where she looked through the drawers and pulled out another pair of white silk thong panties, with several little pink hearts all over them, and told me I was to wear these until we got me some of my own. With that she made me strip again and put on the panties. The feel of the new clean silk panties against my cock had it hard again before I was able to get my pants up. She just looked at me and smiled and said that I would be a good sissy girl for her. She kissed me deep and then patted my silk panties and said I should go to sleep; tomorrow was going to be one fun filled day.

If you like this and would like to see a further degradation into this life please email me at the link below and let me know. Or if you think Michelle should claim her manhood back and turn his Princess into a submissive slut let me know that as well.

A Master. First, the question is this. What is a Master? Can anyone be a Master? Is it a Man or Woman who thinks they can control a being simply by being capable of it? Is it One who thinks they are stronger than the other they desire to control? Is a Master one who can control any emotion thrown at them? Emotions coming from them?

A: Anger

B: Violence

C: Love

D: Hate

E: Empathy

F: Contempt

What is a Master? According to the Webster's Dictionary, A Master is one who: One that has control over another or others. The owner or keeper of an animal. The owner of a slave. A Master to an animal?

I, as a slave, may be considered an animal by the one I would call Master. I would humbly grovel at their feet, beg for scraps of food, if that is what they required of me, crawl belly first to where they desire me to be. So yes, a Master can own a animal, because only a real Master could get me to do so without thinking of what others might think or see. A slave? Depends on what you think of as a slave, as we all have different ideas on what one is. Another essay perhaps someday.

Now, a Master to me is one who can take control over me almost instantly, demanding the respect that comes with the title. Some say respect is earned. Why? I desire respect, even as a slave from those who are Dominant, as well as submissive. A true Master, as well as a true submissive will treat another as they desire to be treated. A Master, requires obedience, loyalty and respect, but they in turn would expect themselves to give those things in return. A Master that owns me would show me how to behave by setting an example to me, showing me in themselves that there is a certain level of respect they demand in life from all those around them.

Can anyone be a Master? Many can call themselves Master, can even own a slave or two or three, ordering them about and even getting them to obey them for a time, but eventually time will show to others if the person is truly who they say they are. Their slaves run around uncontrolled. A person can call them self Master and be only a person who has a thing for kink. To me, a Master is a collection of very few in reality, an elite few, who hold themselves up above the crowd, not by arrogance, but by the respect they have earned and the right to be called Master by those they own and those submissive that know them.

Is it a Man or Woman who thinks they can control a being simply by being capable of it? A Master, in my opinion can be male or female, it does not matter which, they are people who know deep inside they are part of a group of men and women who can control, who can respect someone *less* than themselves. Imagine, if you can, a slave who thinks, not with their heart or mind, but with their soul. Unyielding in their devotion, accepting fully each and everything that is dealt out to them, good or bad, knowing it is their place and what is happening in some way, gives the Master pleasure, happiness or satisfaction, thus in turn, giving them pleasure.

Control, does it make a man or woman a Master? No. It takes years to become a Master in my eyes. I know a Master who went as far as to be a slave for a year, knowing he could not truly own a slave if he did not know what it felt like to live as one, to feel as one does. He is one I can honestly call Master and not falter in saying it. He knows when to say he is sorry, as so few *Masters* don't think they have the need to. A Master knows when he or she has erred, takes a larger person to admit it, It does not make them less in the eyes of a slave, it makes them more. A Master who can admit when he or she is wrong is remaining in control of their being and in control of their slave.

A submissive, angry at being ordered to scrub a floor while another submissive, throws a tantrum, telling the other she is worthless, not pretty enough. Is she a submissive or is she a person who desires to play on the kinky side of life? A Master has to deal with these things if they live this lifestyle 24/7 in a poly relationship. Personalities clash, not everyone is meant to like everyone else. Does the Master get angry themselves? Do they punish with anger? Do they accept what happens? A Master would answer no to all these questions. A Master will become displeased, unhappy that his life has been unsettled by a squabble. They will find out what caused the friction so they can pass down judgment on a submissive without losing *face* in their eyes. A Master will wait for a certain period of time before he punishes, especially if they feel they might not be able to control themselves enough, ( After all, They are human , as well with emotions and sometimes they can escape) They never accept friction in their homes or presence, though they know it is a given, to accept it, is to not be in control. They might decide to punish all those involved or just the one who created the friction to begin with, their choice, not the submissive. A Punishment dealt with quickly is a kind thing for a Master to do, for to make a submissive wait, it pure torture. ( Remember, my words and thoughts alone, not meant to reflect any others)

"What a fucking day..." David sighed as he stepped through the front door, pausing only to kick the snow off his shoes against the doorframe. He closed the door behind him, then with another heart-felt sigh he stripped off his heavy winter coat and scarf, hanging them on the coat-pegs next to the door, then removed his shoes, too. Rolling his head on his shoulders, David winced as he felt a series of tension-related cracks sound from his neck, then shook his head and started down the stairs towards his room, ignoring the sounds of his roommates upstairs in the kitchen.

Upon reaching the downstairs hallway, David noticed that there was no sign of light from under his door. "Great... shitty day at work, and to top it off Lee's not home, either. What the hell's going to be next?" David reached out and opened his door, stepping through into the dark room, the blinds over the window closed. Ignoring the lights, David walked across the room towards his desk - a massive oaken desk that he had inherited from a relative - which held his computer. As he walked, David kept rolling his head to the side, trying to work out some of the tension that had lodged there during the day.

Pulling out his chair and settling into place, David reached out and turned on his monitor, letting the muted white glow cast its shadows about the room. Almost immediately David noticed that there was a new file sitting immediately in the centre of his Windows desktop, entitled "Click Me". David raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. "Must be something from Lee..." he muttered, then double-clicked on the icon. His MP3 player loaded up on-screen, and almost immediately one of his favourite romantic songs started playing through his speakers, filling the room with gentle music. David allowed himself a small smile as he felt some of the day's stress easing from him, then slowly leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head to relax and just listen to the music, his eyes drifting closed.

As soon as he was leaning back as far as the chair would allow, however, David felt something brush against his inner thigh. Starting, he looked down to see a hand brushing along the inner thigh of his black slacks, the barely-visible face of his pet, Lee, smiling gently up at him from beneath the desk where she was kneeling.

"Welcome home, Master... Your Pet came by to see you at work, and noticed you looked like you were having a bad day, so your Pet came home to welcome you properly. May your Pet serve you, Master David?"

David couldn't help a tender smile down to his Pet as he reached down and stroked his hand against her cheek, letting his fingertips trace the upper edge of the collar that she wore - his collar. Nodding, David looked Lee in the eyes. "Yes, Pet, you may serve your Master."

Lee's eyes lit up as she nodded to him, her long black hair falling around her face as she leaned in and rubbed her cheek against the inside of his thigh. Her hand came up once more to rub directly at David's groin through his pants, causing his cock to twitch and start swelling. David groaned softly and let his eyes slowly close once more as he felt his shaft growing, stiffening under the delicate touch of his Pet's hand. Lee's other hand rose to caress along David's thigh, massaging lightly at the muscles through the fabric of his slacks.

"Master seems very tense... This Pet hopes that she can serve Him well."

David grunted a non-committal answer, nodding absently as he lost himself in the initial sensations. A moment later his awareness came back into focus as he felt Lee's hands unbuckling his belt, then slowly undoing his pants, the zipper's sound barely audible over the music filling the room. Lee reached in and spread the front of his pants open, then reached through the opening on the front of his boxers to pull David's hardening cock free, caressing it in her warm, soft palms. David could hear her soft moan of pleasure as she stroked his length, feeling it rapidly rise to its full, hot length under her gentle touch.

Reaching forward, David laid his right hand on the side of Lee's head, his fingers curled around to tangle themselves in her long, black locks. With a low growl, David looked down at Lee and smiled in the light from the monitor, pulling her head towards his groin. Lee smiled and nodded once to her Master, then opened her mouth just enough to snake her tongue out, licking teasingly at the head of his cock once. At the taste of his stiff shaft, Lee moaned again and then opened her mouth and pressed it quickly forward, taking the thick length between her lips and started to suckle hard at it.

David could feel her shifting around before him, rising to her hands and knees under the desk to allow her to press her face in tighter against his groin, her head tilting back enough to allow the head of his cock to press into her throat as she took in his entire cock. He gasped and shivered then let loose another growl as he closed his eyes and rolled his head forward, concentrating on the feel of his Pet's mouth. His fingertips worked against the back of Lee's head, tangling themselves tighter into her hair until he had a solid grip on the back of her head, pulling her all the way forward so that her nose was pressed up against his waist.

Lee's hands reached up, arms under his thighs, hands wrapping around to rest on the tops of his legs, and used the leverage to start bobbing her head quickly forward and back. Sucking powerfully at his length each time she pulled back, Lee swirled her tongue around, eagerly running it over the head, sides and bottom of her Master's cock, tasting every inch of it. Moaning continually around the hot flesh in her mouth, Lee's entire body started to rock as she felt her own arousal growing, the sounds of pleasure and responses of her Master's body sending electric shocks through her. She trembled and squeezed her thighs together, pulling her head back far enough that only the tip of her Master's thick shaft was within her tight lips, then drove forward again and again, pressing him as deep into her mouth as she could.

His growls increasing steadily in volume, David brought his other hand up to tangle its fingers into Lee's hair also, getting a tight grip on her swiftly-rocking head as it plunged onto his cock. He could feel the tension rising in his body once more - a different kind of tension from the tension that had been plaguing him when he arrived home, though. He barely had time to take a gasping, hissing breath through his teeth and tilt his head back, pulling Lee roughly forward at the same time before he sent a load of his hot cum surging into her throat. He felt Lee's startled gasp around his cock as much as he heard it, then felt her drawing powerfully at him with her mouth, greedily sucking every drop of his cum that she could down her throat. After a long, tense moment, David finally sagged back down into his chair, panting softly as he felt every muscle in his body relax, then slowly released his grip on Lee's head, stroking his Pet's hair instead. Looking down at her, David smiled.

"Thank you, my Pet. You've served your Master well... I feel /much/ better, now."

Lee looked up at David and smiled broadly in return, licking her lips once she'd drawn her mouth slowly off his cock. Her cheeks showed a bright blush even in the muted light as she squirmed before him, her eyes fixed on his.

"This Pet is glad to have pleased her Master. Though, Master...?"

David raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Pet?"

"Master... Your Pet is feeling a little 'tense', now, Master... Do you think you might help her relieve that?"

With a loud laugh, David pushed his chair back and stood, drawing Lee out with him to hold her nude body against him, then pulled her onto the bed with him...

To Be Continued...

I want you.

I want you to be mine.

I want you to *show* that you are mine, submissive to my every desire. Mine to do with as I please, to say yes as a good little boy should say to his Mistress, and never say no. To agree to whatever I want, whatever experiment, whatever position, whatever whim I might have in mind for you. I want you to agree that *my* pleasure is paramount, the end-all and be-all of your existence, and far more important than your own, to give me what I'm not getting elsewhere in the tedium of my life.

I want you to kneel naked before me, heels under your buttocks in that way you know I like, the way that spreads your ass cheeks just that little extra bit, making you hyperaware that your asshole is mine, too. I want your knees splayed wide, too, displaying the penis and balls dangling at the apex of your thighs--and that penis had better be hard; it's disrespectful to be limp in front of your goddess.

I might want your hands clasped behind your back at the base of your spine, or I might want their fingers laced together behind your head, but either way, they will be out of my way, as you keep your head down and your shoulders back, displaying your chest and the nipples standing sentry there. You will not look up at my face, my breasts, or even my cunt unless I give you permission to; you are not worthy to gaze upon them without my will. I am a goddess, and you will show your devotion to me in the manner that pleases me best.

I want every inch of your body cleaned when you present yourself like a gift to me, scrubbed from head to foot, including behind the ears and between the toes. If I want you to wear cologne or perfume, I will let you know, but I do *not* want to smell your sweat until you're bound and chained, and writhing in the ecstasy of the pain I can and will bestow upon you. I do not want to smell that stale cornchip odor on your feet, and I don't want to smell stale urine on your cock—no, on *my* cock. If you are kneeling before me, submissive, then everything that was yours is now mine, and your penis is the most personal gift you can make. It will be mine.

Your armpits are to be shaved. This goes right along with the command that you must smell sweet and clean. So must your testicles. If I want hair on your ballsack, I will let you know, and give it time to grow. For right now, it must be as clean-shaven as your jawline. Possessing a beard and moustache are also out—they are signs of rebellion, of wanting to reassert your masculinity, and if you rebel, I will use my riding crop on the tender inner skin of your thighs.

I want you to worship me.

I want, when I extend my foot, the lowliest part of my goddess-like body, for you to bend over and kiss it. To lave my foot, whether it is in a tennis shoe, a sandal, a boot, or barefoot, with your tongue. To worship it, to show that you willingly place yourself under my heel, conquered by your own devotion to me, so that I do not have to exert myself if I do not want to. I'm tired of fighting all the chauvanistic assholes out in the real world, just to claim my rightful place, career, and paycheck out in the real world. When I come home, when I come into your home, I want my birthright as a living incarnation of Mother Earth, the Goddess, to be acknowledged the moment I open that door.

When you lick my bare foot, you will not neglect to suck on my toes. I want to feel your tongue working the tender skin between the joints, and a soft, reverent kiss placed on my instep. I want to feel your lips worshipping my ankles, and if I'm in a good mood, the muscles of my calves. Especially if I'm wearing heels. I do not wear heels for my own enjoyment, slave—remember that! If I wear heels, it is for two reasons; to make my already shapely legs look fantastic, and to grind the heel into whatever part of your body I'm displeased with. High heels hurt my feet, and they make my calves tense with the need to balance, so when I give you permission to salute my feet and lower legs when I'm wearing heels, I want you to show how much you appreciate the time and effort I've taken to wear them in the first place.

My knees are another point of worship; if I give you permission to rise as high as them in your daily devotions to my beauty, do not assume I will let you move on to my thighs. My knees are weapons against the dick-headed jerks of the world who think they can grab a woman's ass in the workplace and get away with it. Many a woman's knee has slammed into the groin of a man who thought he was better than her, simply by virtue of his genes. My knees can be used against you, if you displease me, so I want you to kiss them. I also want you to offer to do anything that requires kneeling, so that I do not have to bruise or otherwise sully them with menial labor. Scrubbing the floor, the toilet, wiping down the cabinets, mopping up spilled drinks, picking up broken glass, weeding in the garden, putting dishes away in the lower cupboards—anything that would cause me to have to bend down on my knees should be your job, and your place in the world. Remember to keep your own knees spread. Your thighs aren't allowed to touch your cock, except maybe when you're lying down, or you have to walk.

My hands must be worshipped, for they wield the whips that are your punishment and your reward. From my hands comes your damnation and your salvation. I can slap you, or I can caress you. Most of the time I want you to behave; I would much rather have you do my every bidding…but if you like, or sometimes, just sometimes if I like, I will use them to hurt you. To take out my frustrations on, when you disobey me beyond reason. Never more than you can take; that is our bond, that I will test and find your limits, and work within them. But if I am interested in expanding those limits, then that is the task to which I will set my goddess's hand.

I want you to fetch my toys, when I'm ready to play.

I want you to know exactly what tools and toys I can use on you, at any time, according to my whims. I want you to know exactly where I keep my flogger, my paddle, my doeskin whip, my cat'o'nine, and my horsewhip. I want you to keep them cleaned and oiled, and lined up neatly in their special place. I want you to keep the handcuffs polished, the chains free from rust, and the dildos sanitized and squeaky-clean. You will be responsible to making sure my favorite vibrators have fresh batteries, and that the tubes and jars of lubricants haven't run out. The collars and cuffs will be kept ready for your disciplining, and the weights, clips, and clothespins will be kept dusted and oiled, unless I'm in the mood to hear the little springs squeak as I pinch them open, right before applying them to your flesh. That flesh had better be willing, too. I will not waste my time for long on someone who will not do as I say.

If I'm in a good mood, you might be allowed to bring what I want on your feet, carrying them in your hands. If I'm not, you may have to carry them in your mouth, on all fours like the dog you males often are. If I want them brought to me like a dog fetching the paper for his mistress, then you are not allowed to drool on the floor. If I want to suffer that kind of housekeeping aggravation, I'll buy a real dog. You will not be allowed to leave teethmarks on my favorite toys, either. That will get you a whipping; these things are expensive to replace, and are my favorite toys to play with, too. Keep your knees apart whenever you stop! Just because you are shuffling around like the dog you are doesn't mean you're allowed to hide my penis from me!

You are not allowed to struggle until after you've been bound. I will give you a safeword, one that is all your own, because I am a kind Mistress, and what we do is mutually consentual—I will even be generous, and allow you a non-verbal safeword, the old Morse Code SOS, in case I've got the ballgag strapped in your mouth too tight for you to get the regular safeword out. But do not use it unless you feel you're absolutely in danger, because if you need punishing, I will punish you, and if you need your horizons expanded, I will expand them for you. That is the job of a Goddess, to take Her servant outside of himself, until he reaches that place that is outside all of us, that nirvana where pain becomes ecstasy, and self merges with the power and the glory of the Other.

I want you to be grateful, whatever I do.

Every time I whip you, I expect you to be grateful, even if I am punishing you for a serious transgression. I do not have to wield my whip against you; I can walk away. It is because I care about you, because I want you to be good, and to know the place the universe has slated for you, that I will discipline you, for your sake. "Yes, Mistress," "Please, Mistress," and "Thank you, Mistress," are the three most important things for you to say. "I love you, Mistress," can be the fourth one, but only if you mean it. I hear enough lies from the dickwads I have to deal with outside these doors; I don't want to hear any from you.

If you commit a crime against me, if you disobey my commands, or deliberately ignore my orders in favor of some other, lesser chore, then I would far rather you admit your transgressions and take your punishments, which will be reasonable, than lie to me and have me later find out what you have done. If I find out you lied to me, disobeyed me, made a mockery of your service and worship to me, I will have only two choices: to punish you as you have never been punished before—and as you know, I can be very cruel and inventive when I am angered…or I can walk out on you, and leave you alone. Worthless, shameful, and unloved.

No other Mistress will cherish you as much as I do.

Oh, yes, I do this, all of this, out of love for you. If you went looking for another Mistress, I cannot guarantee that they would know and love you as I do. They might not care that you don't like anal sex with other men, or that you think scatophagia (shit-eating) is as repulsive as I do. Another Mistress might beat you so hard, you'll be permanently damaged from her brutality. I alone can guarantee the control I have over my own actions, and the concern I have for your ultimate safety and well-being.

Other Mistresses might not know that you like cumming on yourself, that you like it when I encourage you to try and hit your face with your spunk. They will not know just how long you can go between orgasms, or the way you like having the extra-long vibrator strapped to my favorite cock, especially when you're wearing the leather ball-separator and the tip of the vibrator is nestled between them, in that special little spot that makes your eyes roll back in your head as your reward for being very, very good. No other Mistress will have pussy juices that taste as good as mine do, when I command you to lick and suck me to the orgasm that is mine, all mine, rightfully mine, the ultimate gift of your devotion and worship.

I am your goddess, after all. The center of your universe, the bestower of pain and pleasure. Yours. The woman who expects you to offer your back, on your hands and knees, as a living seat for me when I am tired. I want you to acknowledge it, and show me your love, as only you can do.

You were supposed to keep your knees apart. Fetch me the horsewhip, so I can teach your inner thighs a red-welted lesson. They will stay apart, and you will not be allowed to cum, no matter how sweet the pain and the pleasure may become. That is my will. After all…

I often grew weary of being in the other room, clinging to the walls just to hear her cries of pain and pleasure. Though they mixed in well with the gruffness of his commands, I still hated it. I loathed it so much that I wanted it, wanted in.

In, is where I would find myself soon enough.

I married him knowing that he trained submissives, and referred them to other Doms. "Retirement", he called it. Not many would understand why I would enter into matrimonial agreement with someone of his tastes, but I didn't care. Fucking fates, I love the man! Even now, as I hear him pleased by the steady counts of her punishment. Even when he refuses to teach me what he has taught her, and even when he takes these 'sessions' away from home. But most of all, I hate that he won't teach me a thing or two, make me his student for one night. All I want to do is learn something, anything. The poise, respect and discipline needed in his forbidden world...the world where pain and beauty are one.

So tonight before they began, I undressed completely and hid in the bedroom closet, wearing a collar similar to the ones he made his sluts wear. I wanted this side of him, and now I had to demand it. I often lay in the spot where they were whipped. I pretended to be her, here with him. The collar around my neck was my idea. I wore it when she came around...and took it off after it was over. These sessions never took more than an hour, which he said made more time for "us".

Whack!

"Nine...nineteen strokes, th...thank you Master." The student had been the same one for weeks now, I wanted her gone.

Her words were heavy with need and her buttocks tightened at each lash of the whip. Her body tied facedown on the bed, hands and ankles secured by velcro straps connected to chains. The chains were fastened into bolts, bolts secured into the large wooden bedposts of her Master's bed...my bed. Such a privilege to be given attention during a punishment, to be shown both the pain and pleasure of what pleases Him, only Him. She didn't deserve it. She craved it, the hag. Her daunting remarks to him were said mockingly, as if she were begging him to whip her. Night after night, she arrived to play this game. And night after night, she had her way. She had Master's way. Did he know she had him by the balls? Well, that is how it appeared to me. He had no remorse in his voice, so he must know that inner slut of hers is pleased that he is at her will.

The slats on the closet door hid me well enough, giving me a direct view of them both. He remained fully clothed and she lay there naked. Chained, sweating and on the edge of need. Her hips moved in a languid manner for his entertainment. I felt it as much as she did,all the while hiding in our closet just waiting to be caught snooping. After each smack to her bottom, she gasped, growing wetter by the minute.

Whack!

"Twenty stro...strokes, Master."

He smiled at her, his student. His heart shaped faced, blue eyed temporary slave. His deceptive whore, the one I have been ignored for. I hated her. He never could have roved over my body with those same eyes, filled with lust. Those same eyes glistened with tears the night before, when He called me His only One. When He refused to punish me in this same bed, where I slept and pleasured His body, His soul, night after night. I began to weep silently as I hid in His closet, watching His hands soothe her reddened ass and thighs.

I longed for those same hands on me, to be taught a lesson. To no longer be denied pleasure in pain from Him. My collar jingled as I wiped the tears away. I looked up, and saw Him look in my direction. Taking a few minutes to release and critique his student, he looked in my direction every few moments as she spoke to him. They said their goodbyes, and she left.

He stepped quietly over to the closet and opened the door. I looked up, my teary eyes meeting his. Tears immediately filled my eyes, which were buried in my hands. Lashing out to Him right there would be a greater crime, more so than snooping. I flinched away from His touch, a hand caressing my head gently to calm my flowing tears. Kneeling down to my sitting form, He whispered to me...

"I know what you want...and I can't bear to give it to you. I will give you what you need and want from me, for us, and that is more than what she or the others will ever have."

He stood, offering me his hand and told me to sit on the bed. His slut was now gone, and it looked like He had her replace the old sheets with new ones. He had the talk with me again. Speaking words I knew to be everything but a lie. He spoke in the soft tone of a lover...and husband. He toyed with the wedding band on my left hand, and spoke some more. This time, my tears were gone and forgotten about. He told a few stories from his hour with the slut, and spoke of how she longed to be in my place. I laughed in that moment, and tried hard to push aside that jealousy. He felt it within me, because I looked into his eyes, pleading for nothing but the truth. So I told him.

Everything.

His gaze lingered down my body to the floor. I sighed in regret. I regretted letting him know this deep desire. Looking at the floor, his whip lay curled and ready at his feet. Kneeling, I grabbed it from the floor and placed it in his hands. The last thing he said before securing me to the bed was not shocking, yet it stirred an excited fear nonetheless.

"I am your One Master. The man you chose to marry. You will be my whore for this hour tonight, for this night and no other if you scream. If you must scream, start the count over again. This being your first night, ten strokes will give you an idea of what an earned punishment consists of. If I do not understand the counting clearly or if you don't thank me after each one, we will start over and continue until I am satisfied. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand Master." The cuffs around my wrists felt cold and sinful. My nipples hardened at the thought of what tonight would bring.

"Good." His tone softened. "Do you wish this for your pleasure, or mine?" He took a few steps around the room, and dimmed the lights. Hands began to massage my calves, then my inner thighs. I moaned at his touch, and did not stir as he fit the blindfold over my eyes nor when he caressed the tip of the crop down the length of my spine.

"Only you, your pleasure alone, Master. I am simply your begging slut for this hour tonight, and no other if I scream."

"No dearest....are you doing this because you think I am ignoring you or because you truly are curious?" His tone changed without warning.

I laughed nervously, "Well...a little bit of both I guess."

Whack!

"One, Master...Thank you."