The email message was short and brief; just the name of a motel and a room number, with the words “7:00 pm Wed. ….. Bring your toys,” written beneath it. I felt a shiver run through me as I read the words. I carefully packed a travel bag with my dildo, vibrator and butt plug and put it out in the car that morning. All day, I could feel myself growing more excited, and more nervous, as the hours sped by.
There was a mirror on the wall opposite me, and I watched as you turned away from the bed and returned to the table. You picked up my folded clothes and placed them on the chair on the far side of the table. As you bent to pick up the thong and corset, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge of your erection tenting the front of your black pants, noticeable only when you turned your profile towards me. With your foot, you pushed my shoes across the carpet until they were under the chair. You opened my bag, took my toys out, and laid them in a row on the table. Then you bent down and picked up your black duffel bag, placing it on the chair that you had been sitting on. I watched in the mirror as you took out a black leather strap, a leather cat, a blindfold, a length of rope, and finally, a bottle of lube and a bottle of lotion, placing them in a neat row next to the crop on the tabletop. You glanced up and our eyes met in the mirror for several seconds before I looked away.
I closed my eyes and a tremor shook my body as I thought to myself, “Now you’ve done it. You’ve disobeyed him twice …. Once he might forgive, but never twice.” The mattress shifted as you knelt on the edge of it behind me, and as my eyes flew open, you covered them with the black satin blindfold, tying it securely behind my head and making sure it was covering my eyes completely. “If you can’t remember to control your gaze, little one, I will have to do it for you,” you said, and the mattress shifted again as you moved away. My ears strained to listen as you crossed back to the table. Your footsteps were softened so much by the carpet that I didn’t realize you had returned until you sat on the bed next to me. Your hand stroked my soft white cheeks and you murmured, “Such pretty white skin will look so much prettier with a healthy blush …. And maybe a few stripes, too.”
I trembled, and you continued, “I have been very patient with you, because of your lack of training and your eagerness to please, but I see now that indulging you has been a mistake on my part. You are in danger of becoming a spoiled pet, instead of a cherished one, and we cannot have that, now can we?” You moved slightly, and I heard the distinctive snap of a surgical glove being put on. “It’s time to continue your training, little one,” you said. “Open yourself to me.”
You guided my bound hands down to the crack between my cheeks and waited as I parted them with my hands, exposing my puckered rosebud to you. I felt the coolness of lube being trickled onto it, and then the cool touch of a gloved finger slowly circling the opening, spreading the lube and massaging gently. “A good sub must always be prepared to submit to her Master in the most intimate of ways, little one. And to do that, you must learn to relax and open yourself to me, so I can take my pleasure of you,” you said softly as you continued to drip lube onto me and massage it with your finger. “Even if someday I decide to let others play with you, this will always be my private property …. Do you understand, my pet?” you asked. “Yes Master” I whispered, my voice shaking with both fear and anticipation.
You slowly pushed the tip of your finger into me, and I fought the urge to tighten myself against the intrusion. You inserted your finger up to the first joint, then slowly withdrew it, and repeated the action several more times, each penetration becoming easier as my muscles began to relax. You poured more lube onto me and this time continued penetrating me until half the finger was inside me. Again, I fought to relax as the pressure and slight sting accompanied your finger moving into me. “Very good,” you murmured as your finger slid in and out, spreading the lube slowly into my dark passage with each gentle insertion. Before I realized it, you had slid your entire finger into me,and slowly began to wiggle and twist it inside me, chuckling as you watched a spasm of pleasure course through me. “Yes, little slut,” you said, “How good it feels to obey your Master and give yourself to him. You should do it more often,” you concluded, and you smacked my bottom with your other hand, your finger still deep inside me.
You slowly withdrew your finger, and I relaxed my hold on my cheeks. Another sharp smack of your hand on my ass accompanied your words. “Did I tell you to let go? Keep yourself open. We are not anywhere close to done with this part of your training, little slut.” You got up off the bed and crossed to the table again. You returned and sat on the bed behind me. Your fingertips stroked my cheeks, the nails scratching lightly across the surface. You continued in a soft, measured tone, “You took the finger very well, opening to me faster than I expected. That was the easy part. Now comes the hard part, not only opening, but being stretched and filled. I know you will do your best to please me and make me proud of you.”
You poured a generous amount of lube between my cheeks, and before I could catch my breath, I felt the tip of the butt plug pressing against my opening. You began to push it into me, and this time the pain was much sharper than it had been with your finger as the plug forced the tense ring of muscle to give way under the pressure. I could feel my eyes fill with tears as my breath caught in my throat, and a deep moan of discomfort escaped me. I began to beg, “Please, Master, no …. It hurts … I can’t do it … Master, please stop.” You stopped pushing, but kept the plug in me, and with your free hand you began to stroke the small of my back, my buttocks and my hips. “Relax, little one …. The more you fight it, the more it will hurt. You know that you need to be opened and stretched, so I can bury my cock in you and fill you with my cum. I don’t want to hurt you, my little slut, but if you fight me, I have no choice.” I took a deep breath, held it, and slowly let it out. You leaned over and I felt your lips brush my shoulder in a soft kiss, and you whispered, “Yes, my dear …. That’s it …. Such a good girl.”
You left your hand resting on my hip and said, “When you feel the pressure, and the sting, push out …. It will help the muscles relax and stretch to admit the plug. There will still be discomfort, but it will soon be over …. Trust me.” You began to push the plug into me again, and as the pressure and stinging built, I held my breath and concentrated on relaxing the muscles. Before long, I felt a popping sensation as the widest part of the plug passed through the last tight ring of muscle and was firmly lodged inside me. When you were sure that it was inserted as deeply as it could go, you said to me, “Ok, now you can let go.” My cheeks closed around the flange of the plug, holding it securely inside me.
Again your lips brushed my shoulder, and continued down my spine to the top of my crack. Each brush of your lips sent little electric shivers rushing through my body, totally distracting me from the slight pain of the plug inside me.
You sat back, and your hands rolled me towards the center of the bed, so that I was kneeling with my knees against my chest, my forehead resting on the mattress. I felt your hand grasp my right ankle, and you tugged it gently towards the edge of the bed. The touch of the leather cuff encircling it caused me to shiver again as you tightened the cuff and adjusted the tension on the rope. I felt you get up off the bed, and then your hand grasped my left ankle, tugging it into position and buckling it into the cuff. My legs were now spread with my ass in the air, my pussy fully exposed to you. “Ah, yes,” you said, “such perfect submission, my little slut. This deserves to be recorded for my lasting enjoyment.” I heard a click and a faint whirring sound as you snapped a picture from behind me.
I laid there in the dark of the blindfold, panting as my heart began to race again, wondering what you were planning to do with me in such a vulnerable position. You grasped my ponytail and tugged my head up off the mattress. “Open your mouth wide,” you said, and I felt a large wad of fabric pressing against my lips. I tried to turn my head and gasped out, “Please, Master, no … don’t gag me. I’ll be good, I promise.” “Now, now, little one,” you replied, “We can’t have your cries of passion disturbing the neighbors, or worse yet, making them think you are in need of rescuing. Open wide; you know this helps you to fully embrace the sensation.”
You carefully placed the knotted cloth in my mouth, checking to make sure that it was not deep enough to cause me to choke. You took your time securing it in place and tying it behind my head, checking the blindfold at the same time. You lowered my head back down on the mattress and said, “Good girl.”
I felt you press a rubber ball into the palm of my right hand. “Squeeze it,” you instructed. As I squeezed, it squeaked. “This is your safe signal, little pet” you told me. “Squeeze twice for slow, three times for stop. Do you understand?” I squeezed it once and felt your fingers stroke my cheek. “Good girl. How pretty you look like that.” I heard another click and whirr from the side of the bed. You moved to the foot of the bed again and said, “Lift your head and look over your shoulder.” As I obeyed, I heard another click and whirr as you snapped yet another picture. The knot of fear in my stomach grew as I wondered what was about to happen, yet at the same time I could feel a warmth start to spread from between my legs, where the wetness was already visible.
Your hand began to caress my bottom ever so gently, and in spite of my fear, I relaxed. The first blow of your hand was fairly soft, just a slight sting followed by the warmth of the blood flowing to the surface. You took your time, spanking 5 or 6 times, then caressing the skin, then spanking again. Each time you started again, the blows fell a little harder and lasted longer, making me moan and squirm as much as my bonds would allow. I could feel my ass burning with the heat of the spanking, and was sure that it was already flushed with a nice pink glow when you stopped, left the bed, and came back with a warm wet towel to drape over my throbbing cheeks. As the cloth eased some of the discomfort, you massaged my back and shoulders, telling me I was a good girl. You checked the blindfold and gag to make sure both were still secure, removed the cloth and dried the skin with a second towel, and made sure the plug was still firmly inserted in my bottom.
The first kiss of the leather strap startled me out of the warm haze that your ministrations had filled me with. I shrieked into the gag, the sound muffled to a soft squeak by the wad of fabric between my teeth. I felt the tears begin to well in my eyes behind the blindfold as the strap fell again and again, stinging the already sensitized skin and turning it an even deeper pink. By the time you stopped, I was sobbing into the gag, my face wet with tears …. and the wetness between my thighs was starting to run down them. You sat next to me on the bed, loosened the gag and took it out of my mouth. “Easy, baby,” you said. “You’re ok …. Take a deep breath …. That’s it. Good girl.”
You slipped a tiny piece of ice into my mouth, and I gratefully sucked on it, my mouth totally dried out from the gag. You fed me a couple more small pieces of ice, letting me lick your fingers as well. Then you stroked my head and said, “We’re not done yet, little slut. You still need to be punished for disobeying me.”
A tremor ran through my body at your words. My ass was already on fire from your hand and the strap. A small whimper escaped me as you continued, “Because you were such a good girl, I will do something I ordinarily wouldn’t. I will let you choose your punishment.” Your hand was stroking my back and shoulders as you said this, and in spite of my fear I felt myself relax a bit at your gentle touch. “Here are your choices, little slut,” you said. “You can take 12 strokes of the cat …. And I mean 12 full strokes, not the little love taps you have had before …. Or you can take 6 strokes from the riding crop.”
“Oh my god,” I thought, “What is he asking me to do? I can’t make a choice like that.” You continued to massage my back and shoulders as I lay there debating inside my head. “Come on, little slut …. I’m not going to wait all night for you to make a decision. If you don’t choose, I’ll choose for you.” I swallowed hard, drew in a ragged breath, and in a whisper that you could just barely hear, I said, “The riding crop, Master.” As I said that, your hand stopped stroking and rested on my shoulder. You gave it a gentle squeeze, and I sensed that you were pleased by my choice. You knew how terrified I was of it the first time you showed it to me.
You got up off the bed and I heard you moving around. You repositioned my legs to raise my ass a little higher than it had been, and again checked to make sure the plug was firmly inserted in my ass. You slid two fingers into my wet, slick pussy and stroked them in and out a few times, making me moan with pleasure. You pulled your fingers out and moved back around the side of the bed. You told me to lift my head, and I felt the gag pressing against my lips again.
As you tightened the gag in place, you leaned over and kissed my cheek tenderly. You brushed the hair off my forehead and kissed me there too, then whispered in my ear, “I know you’re frightened little one….remember your safe signal. If it’s too much for you to take, give the signal. I won’t be upset if you can’t do it. Do you understand me, little slut?” I nodded my head, and you kissed my cheek again.
You moved away, and before I could prepare myself for what was coming, I heard a whistling sound and a line of fire erupted across my ass. I gasped, and before I could scream, a second stroke landed an inch below the first. I finally got the scream out as the third stroke blazed just below the other two, and in a panic I squeezed the ball three times, making it squeak. You dropped the crop and started to untie my ankles, saying, “Ok baby …. Ok …. It’s ok.”
A moment later, I felt the cool touch of lotion being smoothed onto my bottom, soothing the fire raging there. You came around the side of the bed, loosened the gag and removed it. You took the blindfold off and helped me roll onto my side …. I was sobbing like a baby. You sat on the bed and took me into your arms, laying my head on your shoulder and holding me, your hands caressing my hair and face, wiping the tears away.
When the sobs had quieted to a few sniffles, you sat me up, brushed the hair off my face, and smiled at me. “I’m so proud of you, little pet. I didn’t think you could do that, but you did. And now I have a reward for you.” You undid your belt, unzipped your pants and freed your cock. It was hard and throbbing, with a drop of precum oozing from the eye. You leaned back against the headboard, turned slightly towards me, and with your hands on each side of my face, guided your cock into my mouth. I began to lick and suck you, and you sighed and closed your eyes. You let me suck you for a few minutes, and then you pushed me back and got up.
As I lay there watching you, you quickly undressed and came back to the bed. You rolled me onto my stomach and untied my wrists, then rolled me onto my back, bringing my arms around in front of me and retying my wrists. You pulled them up over my head and fastened them to the headboard. “Spread your legs nice and wide, little slut,” you said to me, and when I did, you knelt between them. You lifted my legs up over your shoulders, teasing me by rubbing the head of your cock between my pussy lips again and again. The plug was still lodged deep in my ass, and you looked down at me, smiled and said, “Is my little slut ready to have both holes filled?” I smiled up at you and said, “Yes, Master …. Please fill me.”
You slowly slid your cock into my tight wet pussy. When you were about halfway in, you moaned and said softly, “God, that feels good,” and I smiled, my heart soaring to know that you were finding pleasure in my body while I was also being pleased by you inside me. You took your time fucking me, making it last, playing with my clit and sucking my nipples, allowing me to cum a couple times before you began to stroke into me hard, fast and deep. I started to moan deeply as I felt another orgasm building and just as it was about to break, you leaned over and gently bit my left nipple …. My whole body arched up off the bed as I started to cum, and with a groan I felt your cock start to throb as you joined me, your hot cum bathing my cunt. You collapsed onto me, and kissed me deeply, as if your tongue were trying to meet the tip of your cock inside me.
Finally, you reached up, untied my wrists and rolled off of me, lying on your back beside me. I sat up, got out of bed and went into the bathroom, coming back a moment later with a warm wet washcloth and a towel. I knelt on the bed next to you and washed and dried your cock as you lay there watching me. You pulled at my nipples as I washed you, and gave my tits a playful slap as I turned to take the towels back to the bathroom. I rejoined you on the bed, and you let me curl up at your side, my head resting on your chest as you caressed me softly and whispered, “Well done, my little pet. You’ve pleased me, very much.”
A glance at the clock told me there were still several hours to go before our session was done. I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly. The evening was off to a lovely start.
There was a mirror on the wall opposite me, and I watched as you turned away from the bed and returned to the table. You picked up my folded clothes and placed them on the chair on the far side of the table. As you bent to pick up the thong and corset, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge of your erection tenting the front of your black pants, noticeable only when you turned your profile towards me. With your foot, you pushed my shoes across the carpet until they were under the chair. You opened my bag, took my toys out, and laid them in a row on the table. Then you bent down and picked up your black duffel bag, placing it on the chair that you had been sitting on. I watched in the mirror as you took out a black leather strap, a leather cat, a blindfold, a length of rope, and finally, a bottle of lube and a bottle of lotion, placing them in a neat row next to the crop on the tabletop. You glanced up and our eyes met in the mirror for several seconds before I looked away.
I closed my eyes and a tremor shook my body as I thought to myself, “Now you’ve done it. You’ve disobeyed him twice …. Once he might forgive, but never twice.” The mattress shifted as you knelt on the edge of it behind me, and as my eyes flew open, you covered them with the black satin blindfold, tying it securely behind my head and making sure it was covering my eyes completely. “If you can’t remember to control your gaze, little one, I will have to do it for you,” you said, and the mattress shifted again as you moved away. My ears strained to listen as you crossed back to the table. Your footsteps were softened so much by the carpet that I didn’t realize you had returned until you sat on the bed next to me. Your hand stroked my soft white cheeks and you murmured, “Such pretty white skin will look so much prettier with a healthy blush …. And maybe a few stripes, too.”
I trembled, and you continued, “I have been very patient with you, because of your lack of training and your eagerness to please, but I see now that indulging you has been a mistake on my part. You are in danger of becoming a spoiled pet, instead of a cherished one, and we cannot have that, now can we?” You moved slightly, and I heard the distinctive snap of a surgical glove being put on. “It’s time to continue your training, little one,” you said. “Open yourself to me.”
You guided my bound hands down to the crack between my cheeks and waited as I parted them with my hands, exposing my puckered rosebud to you. I felt the coolness of lube being trickled onto it, and then the cool touch of a gloved finger slowly circling the opening, spreading the lube and massaging gently. “A good sub must always be prepared to submit to her Master in the most intimate of ways, little one. And to do that, you must learn to relax and open yourself to me, so I can take my pleasure of you,” you said softly as you continued to drip lube onto me and massage it with your finger. “Even if someday I decide to let others play with you, this will always be my private property …. Do you understand, my pet?” you asked. “Yes Master” I whispered, my voice shaking with both fear and anticipation.
You slowly pushed the tip of your finger into me, and I fought the urge to tighten myself against the intrusion. You inserted your finger up to the first joint, then slowly withdrew it, and repeated the action several more times, each penetration becoming easier as my muscles began to relax. You poured more lube onto me and this time continued penetrating me until half the finger was inside me. Again, I fought to relax as the pressure and slight sting accompanied your finger moving into me. “Very good,” you murmured as your finger slid in and out, spreading the lube slowly into my dark passage with each gentle insertion. Before I realized it, you had slid your entire finger into me,and slowly began to wiggle and twist it inside me, chuckling as you watched a spasm of pleasure course through me. “Yes, little slut,” you said, “How good it feels to obey your Master and give yourself to him. You should do it more often,” you concluded, and you smacked my bottom with your other hand, your finger still deep inside me.
You slowly withdrew your finger, and I relaxed my hold on my cheeks. Another sharp smack of your hand on my ass accompanied your words. “Did I tell you to let go? Keep yourself open. We are not anywhere close to done with this part of your training, little slut.” You got up off the bed and crossed to the table again. You returned and sat on the bed behind me. Your fingertips stroked my cheeks, the nails scratching lightly across the surface. You continued in a soft, measured tone, “You took the finger very well, opening to me faster than I expected. That was the easy part. Now comes the hard part, not only opening, but being stretched and filled. I know you will do your best to please me and make me proud of you.”
You poured a generous amount of lube between my cheeks, and before I could catch my breath, I felt the tip of the butt plug pressing against my opening. You began to push it into me, and this time the pain was much sharper than it had been with your finger as the plug forced the tense ring of muscle to give way under the pressure. I could feel my eyes fill with tears as my breath caught in my throat, and a deep moan of discomfort escaped me. I began to beg, “Please, Master, no …. It hurts … I can’t do it … Master, please stop.” You stopped pushing, but kept the plug in me, and with your free hand you began to stroke the small of my back, my buttocks and my hips. “Relax, little one …. The more you fight it, the more it will hurt. You know that you need to be opened and stretched, so I can bury my cock in you and fill you with my cum. I don’t want to hurt you, my little slut, but if you fight me, I have no choice.” I took a deep breath, held it, and slowly let it out. You leaned over and I felt your lips brush my shoulder in a soft kiss, and you whispered, “Yes, my dear …. That’s it …. Such a good girl.”
You left your hand resting on my hip and said, “When you feel the pressure, and the sting, push out …. It will help the muscles relax and stretch to admit the plug. There will still be discomfort, but it will soon be over …. Trust me.” You began to push the plug into me again, and as the pressure and stinging built, I held my breath and concentrated on relaxing the muscles. Before long, I felt a popping sensation as the widest part of the plug passed through the last tight ring of muscle and was firmly lodged inside me. When you were sure that it was inserted as deeply as it could go, you said to me, “Ok, now you can let go.” My cheeks closed around the flange of the plug, holding it securely inside me.
Again your lips brushed my shoulder, and continued down my spine to the top of my crack. Each brush of your lips sent little electric shivers rushing through my body, totally distracting me from the slight pain of the plug inside me.
You sat back, and your hands rolled me towards the center of the bed, so that I was kneeling with my knees against my chest, my forehead resting on the mattress. I felt your hand grasp my right ankle, and you tugged it gently towards the edge of the bed. The touch of the leather cuff encircling it caused me to shiver again as you tightened the cuff and adjusted the tension on the rope. I felt you get up off the bed, and then your hand grasped my left ankle, tugging it into position and buckling it into the cuff. My legs were now spread with my ass in the air, my pussy fully exposed to you. “Ah, yes,” you said, “such perfect submission, my little slut. This deserves to be recorded for my lasting enjoyment.” I heard a click and a faint whirring sound as you snapped a picture from behind me.
I laid there in the dark of the blindfold, panting as my heart began to race again, wondering what you were planning to do with me in such a vulnerable position. You grasped my ponytail and tugged my head up off the mattress. “Open your mouth wide,” you said, and I felt a large wad of fabric pressing against my lips. I tried to turn my head and gasped out, “Please, Master, no … don’t gag me. I’ll be good, I promise.” “Now, now, little one,” you replied, “We can’t have your cries of passion disturbing the neighbors, or worse yet, making them think you are in need of rescuing. Open wide; you know this helps you to fully embrace the sensation.”
You carefully placed the knotted cloth in my mouth, checking to make sure that it was not deep enough to cause me to choke. You took your time securing it in place and tying it behind my head, checking the blindfold at the same time. You lowered my head back down on the mattress and said, “Good girl.”
I felt you press a rubber ball into the palm of my right hand. “Squeeze it,” you instructed. As I squeezed, it squeaked. “This is your safe signal, little pet” you told me. “Squeeze twice for slow, three times for stop. Do you understand?” I squeezed it once and felt your fingers stroke my cheek. “Good girl. How pretty you look like that.” I heard another click and whirr from the side of the bed. You moved to the foot of the bed again and said, “Lift your head and look over your shoulder.” As I obeyed, I heard another click and whirr as you snapped yet another picture. The knot of fear in my stomach grew as I wondered what was about to happen, yet at the same time I could feel a warmth start to spread from between my legs, where the wetness was already visible.
Your hand began to caress my bottom ever so gently, and in spite of my fear, I relaxed. The first blow of your hand was fairly soft, just a slight sting followed by the warmth of the blood flowing to the surface. You took your time, spanking 5 or 6 times, then caressing the skin, then spanking again. Each time you started again, the blows fell a little harder and lasted longer, making me moan and squirm as much as my bonds would allow. I could feel my ass burning with the heat of the spanking, and was sure that it was already flushed with a nice pink glow when you stopped, left the bed, and came back with a warm wet towel to drape over my throbbing cheeks. As the cloth eased some of the discomfort, you massaged my back and shoulders, telling me I was a good girl. You checked the blindfold and gag to make sure both were still secure, removed the cloth and dried the skin with a second towel, and made sure the plug was still firmly inserted in my bottom.
The first kiss of the leather strap startled me out of the warm haze that your ministrations had filled me with. I shrieked into the gag, the sound muffled to a soft squeak by the wad of fabric between my teeth. I felt the tears begin to well in my eyes behind the blindfold as the strap fell again and again, stinging the already sensitized skin and turning it an even deeper pink. By the time you stopped, I was sobbing into the gag, my face wet with tears …. and the wetness between my thighs was starting to run down them. You sat next to me on the bed, loosened the gag and took it out of my mouth. “Easy, baby,” you said. “You’re ok …. Take a deep breath …. That’s it. Good girl.”
You slipped a tiny piece of ice into my mouth, and I gratefully sucked on it, my mouth totally dried out from the gag. You fed me a couple more small pieces of ice, letting me lick your fingers as well. Then you stroked my head and said, “We’re not done yet, little slut. You still need to be punished for disobeying me.”
A tremor ran through my body at your words. My ass was already on fire from your hand and the strap. A small whimper escaped me as you continued, “Because you were such a good girl, I will do something I ordinarily wouldn’t. I will let you choose your punishment.” Your hand was stroking my back and shoulders as you said this, and in spite of my fear I felt myself relax a bit at your gentle touch. “Here are your choices, little slut,” you said. “You can take 12 strokes of the cat …. And I mean 12 full strokes, not the little love taps you have had before …. Or you can take 6 strokes from the riding crop.”
“Oh my god,” I thought, “What is he asking me to do? I can’t make a choice like that.” You continued to massage my back and shoulders as I lay there debating inside my head. “Come on, little slut …. I’m not going to wait all night for you to make a decision. If you don’t choose, I’ll choose for you.” I swallowed hard, drew in a ragged breath, and in a whisper that you could just barely hear, I said, “The riding crop, Master.” As I said that, your hand stopped stroking and rested on my shoulder. You gave it a gentle squeeze, and I sensed that you were pleased by my choice. You knew how terrified I was of it the first time you showed it to me.
You got up off the bed and I heard you moving around. You repositioned my legs to raise my ass a little higher than it had been, and again checked to make sure the plug was firmly inserted in my ass. You slid two fingers into my wet, slick pussy and stroked them in and out a few times, making me moan with pleasure. You pulled your fingers out and moved back around the side of the bed. You told me to lift my head, and I felt the gag pressing against my lips again.
As you tightened the gag in place, you leaned over and kissed my cheek tenderly. You brushed the hair off my forehead and kissed me there too, then whispered in my ear, “I know you’re frightened little one….remember your safe signal. If it’s too much for you to take, give the signal. I won’t be upset if you can’t do it. Do you understand me, little slut?” I nodded my head, and you kissed my cheek again.
You moved away, and before I could prepare myself for what was coming, I heard a whistling sound and a line of fire erupted across my ass. I gasped, and before I could scream, a second stroke landed an inch below the first. I finally got the scream out as the third stroke blazed just below the other two, and in a panic I squeezed the ball three times, making it squeak. You dropped the crop and started to untie my ankles, saying, “Ok baby …. Ok …. It’s ok.”
A moment later, I felt the cool touch of lotion being smoothed onto my bottom, soothing the fire raging there. You came around the side of the bed, loosened the gag and removed it. You took the blindfold off and helped me roll onto my side …. I was sobbing like a baby. You sat on the bed and took me into your arms, laying my head on your shoulder and holding me, your hands caressing my hair and face, wiping the tears away.
When the sobs had quieted to a few sniffles, you sat me up, brushed the hair off my face, and smiled at me. “I’m so proud of you, little pet. I didn’t think you could do that, but you did. And now I have a reward for you.” You undid your belt, unzipped your pants and freed your cock. It was hard and throbbing, with a drop of precum oozing from the eye. You leaned back against the headboard, turned slightly towards me, and with your hands on each side of my face, guided your cock into my mouth. I began to lick and suck you, and you sighed and closed your eyes. You let me suck you for a few minutes, and then you pushed me back and got up.
As I lay there watching you, you quickly undressed and came back to the bed. You rolled me onto my stomach and untied my wrists, then rolled me onto my back, bringing my arms around in front of me and retying my wrists. You pulled them up over my head and fastened them to the headboard. “Spread your legs nice and wide, little slut,” you said to me, and when I did, you knelt between them. You lifted my legs up over your shoulders, teasing me by rubbing the head of your cock between my pussy lips again and again. The plug was still lodged deep in my ass, and you looked down at me, smiled and said, “Is my little slut ready to have both holes filled?” I smiled up at you and said, “Yes, Master …. Please fill me.”
You slowly slid your cock into my tight wet pussy. When you were about halfway in, you moaned and said softly, “God, that feels good,” and I smiled, my heart soaring to know that you were finding pleasure in my body while I was also being pleased by you inside me. You took your time fucking me, making it last, playing with my clit and sucking my nipples, allowing me to cum a couple times before you began to stroke into me hard, fast and deep. I started to moan deeply as I felt another orgasm building and just as it was about to break, you leaned over and gently bit my left nipple …. My whole body arched up off the bed as I started to cum, and with a groan I felt your cock start to throb as you joined me, your hot cum bathing my cunt. You collapsed onto me, and kissed me deeply, as if your tongue were trying to meet the tip of your cock inside me.
Finally, you reached up, untied my wrists and rolled off of me, lying on your back beside me. I sat up, got out of bed and went into the bathroom, coming back a moment later with a warm wet washcloth and a towel. I knelt on the bed next to you and washed and dried your cock as you lay there watching me. You pulled at my nipples as I washed you, and gave my tits a playful slap as I turned to take the towels back to the bathroom. I rejoined you on the bed, and you let me curl up at your side, my head resting on your chest as you caressed me softly and whispered, “Well done, my little pet. You’ve pleased me, very much.”
A glance at the clock told me there were still several hours to go before our session was done. I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly. The evening was off to a lovely start.
