He watched her from the car as she sat down on the bench in the middle of the high street and crossed her legs. Watched as she folded her arms, anxiously waiting for his voice in her ear. He could feel his cock getting harder as he imagined what was to come, what he would be doing to her an hour from now. They had been chatting on the internet for over a year now, and had finally agreed to meet for a weekend of sex and fun. They shared a passion for BDSM – he regularly played the master, and she had been fantasizing of being submissive since her youth, although she had never acted on it. He watched her now, as she shifted slightly in her seat, looking uncomfortable. And he knew why she looked this way – she was wearing what he had instructed: her shortest black leather skirt, a white blouse and no bra, with fishnet tights and black boots. But he knew that underneath the skirt, she had a seven-inch dildo up her ass. He smiled, enjoying that she was so uncomfortable.
He let ten minutes or so go by before getting out of the car and wandering over to the bench where she was sat, before sitting down next to her. She looked slightly wary of him – he hadn’t sent her a picture, and she was dressed so sluttily that she knew exactly what every man around her was thinking. He leant over so close she could feel his breath on her neck, and whispered in her ear. “I like your boots,” he said. “Did you wear the dildo like I told you to?” She smiled, looking relieved, and followed him back to the car. But before she could put on her seatbelt, he stopped her hand, and pulled up her skirt slightly. “I want to see that lovely cunt of yours,” he said. “So get those legs wide apart for me and keep them there all the way home.” She hesitated, but with trembling knees she pushed them apart. Everyone who passed the car was now staring at her as they drove off slowly down the road, her face getting redder and redder.
They had been driving for around twenty minutes when they pulled into a large driveway, with gravel on the ground, and a huge manor house towering over them. He got out and opened the door for her, pulling her close and kissing her passionately, before leading her through the grand front door. They were in a magnificent entrance hall with a steep spiral staircase in the middle, which they climbed hastily. He pushed open a side door and they were in a big bedroom, with a grand double bed in the middle. Looking round, Sophie saw a closet, and various sinister looking instruments hanging on the wall. There was a white door to the side, which Sophie guessed was an en-suite bathroom. “You may hang your clothes in the wardrobe, and wash in the bathroom. When you’re done, lie on your front on the bed and wait.” He went to go out the door, but stopped at the last minute. “Oh, and you may not remove that dildo from your ass.” He winked and went out, closing the door behind him. Sophie heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.
Ten minutes later, Sophie was stretched out facedown on the bed. Her pussy was throbbing in anticipation of what was to come, and her ass was sore where the dildo was stretching it. She closed her eyes and fantasized of her master. She soon heard the door open, and heavy footsteps approached the side of the bed. “Your ass must be pretty sore by now,” he said quietly, right next to her ear. “Would you like me to take it out?” She nodded enthusiastically, and gasped as her pulled it out in one go. “You may get up.”
She stood up to see him putting the dildo in a drawer in the wardrobe, before walking back over to her. He picked a pillow off the bed and put it on the floor in front of him, gesturing for her to kneel. “Now, let’s see how good you are at sucking cock,” he said. Unbuttoning his jeans, she lowered them to the floor, so his erect cock sprang up in front of her face. Nervously, she took it in her hands, and licked the pre-cum off the tip. She wrapped her lips round it, but before she could get much further, he grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting in and out. Each stroke made her gag, but she didn’t pull away, and he soon came, making her swallow franticly ten or more times. They both stayed like this for a moment, panting, until he zipped his trousers back up and gently pulled her up, stepping back to admire her body. She looked beautiful. Her long, brown hair hung down over her back. She had tear marks down her cheeks from almost being choked by his cock, but this made her look even more beautiful. Her more-than-satisfactory-sized breasts stood firm and perky, and her pussy was cleanly shaven.
“Good girl,” he said. “I’m very proud of you.” He sat down on the bed, but she remained standing, not quite sure what to do. “Now, I think we should cover some ground rules. Firstly, you should always refer to me as master, and you should never look me in the eye out of respect. Being a slave is a shameful thing, and you should show your shame. If you don’t, you deserve to be punished. Secondly, if we are in a room together, you kneel at my feet.” She hastily knelt on the cushion, and bowed her head so she was looking at his feet. “And finally,” he continued, “your body now belongs to me. Your tits, ass, pussy and face are mine and you can expect it to be used, fucked and played with regularly. If I leave you tied, you will usually be filled with dildos or vibrators and your tits will nearly always be clamped.”
She nodded, trembling. “Yes Master,” she said. “Anything you want, Master.”
He smiled at this, and stood up, walking over to the wall where all the instruments were hung, taking down a small paddle, a pair of nipple clamps and a ball gag. “A big part of being a slave is pain,” he said, taking a tit in one of his hands. “I want you to tell me when it gets too much, but try and take as much as possible for me.” He began squeezing and twisting the tit, harder and harder, until finally she had enough.
“Mercy, master!” she cried, writhing in pain.
But still, he did not stop. “Beg me, slut! Beg me to stop!” He continued squeezing until tears started streaming down her cheeks in agony.
“Please master! Please!”
He released it, and smiled, relishing its size. “You deserve this, slut. You deserve it for being a nasty little whore!” She looked shocked at his words, but didn’t say anything.
Taking a tit in his hand, he clipped on one of the tit clamps, and then the other, ignoring her gasps of pain. He smiled, and shook them a little, making tears form in her eyes. “Now normally,” he said, “I wouldn't gag you while I spank you, but I want you to feel helpless. Do you want to be spanked, slut?”
She nodded her head. “Yes master. I want to be spanked like the nasty little slut I am.”
He smiled and put the gag in her mouth, to muffled sounds as she tried to beg him to take it off. He pushed her down on the bed on her front and gave her three sharp swats with the paddle. A muffled moan escaped the gag, but he gave no mercy, and landed five more swats on the ass before ten or so up and down her legs. She wriggled and a moan came from the gag, before he flipped her older onto her front and pulled her legs apart. What would have been a scream came from the gag as he landed five slaps on her cunt. Finally, he put the paddle down and pulled off her gag.
“Did you like that, slut?” he said.
She looked hesitant, but eager to please her new master, she nodded her head. “Yes, master,” she replied. “I enjoyed being spanked like a bad little slut.” She had tears running down her cheeks, but tried to hide her pain as he eased off the tit clamps.
“Good girl,” he said again. “I’m going to leave you to rest for a while now. Spread those legs wide for me.” He pulled a vibrator out of a draw, and slid it in so the arm was resting on her clit. She moaned softly as he switched it onto the lowest setting, enough to get her nice and wet but not enough to make her come. “Now I don’t want to hear a noise. If I do, I’ll put the gag back in.” He walked back over to the wall, and took down a pair of tough-looking handcuffs. “Just so you don’t try to get away.” He winked, and fixed her hands to a ring on the wall at the top of the bed, before walking out and shutting the door behind him.
He let ten minutes or so go by before getting out of the car and wandering over to the bench where she was sat, before sitting down next to her. She looked slightly wary of him – he hadn’t sent her a picture, and she was dressed so sluttily that she knew exactly what every man around her was thinking. He leant over so close she could feel his breath on her neck, and whispered in her ear. “I like your boots,” he said. “Did you wear the dildo like I told you to?” She smiled, looking relieved, and followed him back to the car. But before she could put on her seatbelt, he stopped her hand, and pulled up her skirt slightly. “I want to see that lovely cunt of yours,” he said. “So get those legs wide apart for me and keep them there all the way home.” She hesitated, but with trembling knees she pushed them apart. Everyone who passed the car was now staring at her as they drove off slowly down the road, her face getting redder and redder.
They had been driving for around twenty minutes when they pulled into a large driveway, with gravel on the ground, and a huge manor house towering over them. He got out and opened the door for her, pulling her close and kissing her passionately, before leading her through the grand front door. They were in a magnificent entrance hall with a steep spiral staircase in the middle, which they climbed hastily. He pushed open a side door and they were in a big bedroom, with a grand double bed in the middle. Looking round, Sophie saw a closet, and various sinister looking instruments hanging on the wall. There was a white door to the side, which Sophie guessed was an en-suite bathroom. “You may hang your clothes in the wardrobe, and wash in the bathroom. When you’re done, lie on your front on the bed and wait.” He went to go out the door, but stopped at the last minute. “Oh, and you may not remove that dildo from your ass.” He winked and went out, closing the door behind him. Sophie heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.
Ten minutes later, Sophie was stretched out facedown on the bed. Her pussy was throbbing in anticipation of what was to come, and her ass was sore where the dildo was stretching it. She closed her eyes and fantasized of her master. She soon heard the door open, and heavy footsteps approached the side of the bed. “Your ass must be pretty sore by now,” he said quietly, right next to her ear. “Would you like me to take it out?” She nodded enthusiastically, and gasped as her pulled it out in one go. “You may get up.”
She stood up to see him putting the dildo in a drawer in the wardrobe, before walking back over to her. He picked a pillow off the bed and put it on the floor in front of him, gesturing for her to kneel. “Now, let’s see how good you are at sucking cock,” he said. Unbuttoning his jeans, she lowered them to the floor, so his erect cock sprang up in front of her face. Nervously, she took it in her hands, and licked the pre-cum off the tip. She wrapped her lips round it, but before she could get much further, he grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting in and out. Each stroke made her gag, but she didn’t pull away, and he soon came, making her swallow franticly ten or more times. They both stayed like this for a moment, panting, until he zipped his trousers back up and gently pulled her up, stepping back to admire her body. She looked beautiful. Her long, brown hair hung down over her back. She had tear marks down her cheeks from almost being choked by his cock, but this made her look even more beautiful. Her more-than-satisfactory-sized breasts stood firm and perky, and her pussy was cleanly shaven.
“Good girl,” he said. “I’m very proud of you.” He sat down on the bed, but she remained standing, not quite sure what to do. “Now, I think we should cover some ground rules. Firstly, you should always refer to me as master, and you should never look me in the eye out of respect. Being a slave is a shameful thing, and you should show your shame. If you don’t, you deserve to be punished. Secondly, if we are in a room together, you kneel at my feet.” She hastily knelt on the cushion, and bowed her head so she was looking at his feet. “And finally,” he continued, “your body now belongs to me. Your tits, ass, pussy and face are mine and you can expect it to be used, fucked and played with regularly. If I leave you tied, you will usually be filled with dildos or vibrators and your tits will nearly always be clamped.”
She nodded, trembling. “Yes Master,” she said. “Anything you want, Master.”
He smiled at this, and stood up, walking over to the wall where all the instruments were hung, taking down a small paddle, a pair of nipple clamps and a ball gag. “A big part of being a slave is pain,” he said, taking a tit in one of his hands. “I want you to tell me when it gets too much, but try and take as much as possible for me.” He began squeezing and twisting the tit, harder and harder, until finally she had enough.
“Mercy, master!” she cried, writhing in pain.
But still, he did not stop. “Beg me, slut! Beg me to stop!” He continued squeezing until tears started streaming down her cheeks in agony.
“Please master! Please!”
He released it, and smiled, relishing its size. “You deserve this, slut. You deserve it for being a nasty little whore!” She looked shocked at his words, but didn’t say anything.
Taking a tit in his hand, he clipped on one of the tit clamps, and then the other, ignoring her gasps of pain. He smiled, and shook them a little, making tears form in her eyes. “Now normally,” he said, “I wouldn't gag you while I spank you, but I want you to feel helpless. Do you want to be spanked, slut?”
She nodded her head. “Yes master. I want to be spanked like the nasty little slut I am.”
He smiled and put the gag in her mouth, to muffled sounds as she tried to beg him to take it off. He pushed her down on the bed on her front and gave her three sharp swats with the paddle. A muffled moan escaped the gag, but he gave no mercy, and landed five more swats on the ass before ten or so up and down her legs. She wriggled and a moan came from the gag, before he flipped her older onto her front and pulled her legs apart. What would have been a scream came from the gag as he landed five slaps on her cunt. Finally, he put the paddle down and pulled off her gag.
“Did you like that, slut?” he said.
She looked hesitant, but eager to please her new master, she nodded her head. “Yes, master,” she replied. “I enjoyed being spanked like a bad little slut.” She had tears running down her cheeks, but tried to hide her pain as he eased off the tit clamps.
“Good girl,” he said again. “I’m going to leave you to rest for a while now. Spread those legs wide for me.” He pulled a vibrator out of a draw, and slid it in so the arm was resting on her clit. She moaned softly as he switched it onto the lowest setting, enough to get her nice and wet but not enough to make her come. “Now I don’t want to hear a noise. If I do, I’ll put the gag back in.” He walked back over to the wall, and took down a pair of tough-looking handcuffs. “Just so you don’t try to get away.” He winked, and fixed her hands to a ring on the wall at the top of the bed, before walking out and shutting the door behind him.
