“You could always be my slave this weekend,” a male voice said from behind.
Cerys turned around, startled, as she switched off her mobile phone. It was Karl, the company’s systems analyst. She smiled. “No thanks I’m not into that!” she told him.
She had forgotten that he was in the room. Karl must have overheard her conversation with her fiancé, Paul. Last weekend he had invited some of his mates round and they had spent most of the time watching football, eating pizzas and drinking wine and beer. Cerys had spent the whole weekend cleaning up after them. Paul had just told her that they would be coming around again next weekend and she had told him straight ‘If you think I am going to be your slave again this weekend you can think again!’
Karl stood beside her and leant over her desk at her side. “You never know you might enjoy it!”
Karl was into BDSM. Most of the office staff knew; he made no secret of his fetish. He once had a young female assistant whom he often referred to as his slave. Some of the staff was a little wary of him; some thought he was a weirdo but Cerys got on well with him. As head of Accounts she had got to know him quite well over the last while. A new computer system had been installed and as with most systems in the early stages there had been lots of teething problems. Karl had spent more time in her office than any other over the last while.
Cerys smiled as she shook her head.
“Being my slave doesn’t mean you will be treated as a scivvy. I look after my slaves and treat them well!” he told her.
“It’s not my scene Karl,” she responded.
“And being treated like a scivvy is?” he asked, “From the sound of it you are there just to cook and clean after him and provide sex!”
“That’s enough Karl!” she snapped.
He stepped away and returned to computer he had been working on. She was annoyed at him but he was right. This last while it had seemed just like that. She had been waiting for him to set a date for the marriage since he moved in with her almost a year ago but talk of marriage had become almost non-existent. This last while she had just felt used. “I’m sorry for shouting at you” she said apologetically.
“That’s okay. I spoke out of turn,” he replied.
She shook her head. “No you were right.”
“Well no one else can make the decision for you about the problem that has obviously been on your mind this last while,” he told her.
He was right again of course, as well as intuitive. Maybe it was time to make a change. “Maybe a break away to think things over is what I need!” she said out loud.
“Maybe,” he responded.
“But not as a slave!” she laughed.
He turned and put his arm around the back of her chair. “I think you would enjoy it,” he said quietly. “I have been into this for almost 20 years and I know a Sub when I see one, believe me!”
“But…but you hardly know me!” she replied.
He leaned closer to her. “Okay then,” he said to her. “I bet that when it comes to sex it’s you who has to make all the running; take the initiative and do the leading, when all along you cry out for a real man to come along and take control?”
Cerys said nothing. He was right of course, again! But she was not going to discuss such intimacies with a man she hardly knew. He waited for a response for a few moments then stood up.
“The offer is there if you want to explore and find the real you!” he told her.
Their discussion reverberated round her mind for days afterwards and the more she thought about her relationship with Paul the more discontent she grew. Of course it didn’t help matters by Paul talking non stop about the football competition that was taking place. She also thought about Karl’s proposal. BDSM was never something that she had given much thought too, and certainly, at 40 and almost 13 years her senior, Karl was not of physical interest to her. Not that he wasn’t attractive, because he was, and he also had that ruggedness about him that she found attractive in a man. But she did need a man who was younger and who would take control.
It was on the Thursday morning that Karl had to come to fix another computer problem and she found herself talking to him again. That morning she and Paul had argued again about the weekend and she had told him that she was going away. She had no intention of doing so at the time but when he seemed as though he couldn’t care less she telephoned her sister and arranged to visit her. She told Karl.
“Taking the soft option hey!” he joked.
She smiled “I told you, it’s not my scene!”
“And I told you, you don’t know until you try!” he responded.
“So what happens then in these relationships?” she found herself asking.
“Much too long and involved to go into just now,” he replied as he worked away.
“So it’s all about sex and pain then?” she asked him.
He moved to her desk and knelt down so that he could speak quietly. “It’s not just about sexual pleasure, although that is part of it. Neither is it just about pain, even though that can be part of it in varying degrees. It’s about the bond of control and trust between two people,” he told her. “The Domme is in control of the Sub, who puts her trust in him. The Domme honours that trust and uses his experience to bring out the best in the Sub to attain the ultimate sexual satisfaction for them both.”
“I see,” she responded quietly. “And if, say, I became your Sub there would be sex and pain etc involved?” she asked.
“If you came to be my Sub”, he told her, “You would be coming to hand control of your body and soul over to me!” he told her.
Cerys said nothing as she stared at her desk. “I need to know what would be expected of me?” she said softly.
“You would be expected to say ‘yes’ to everything I told you to do,” he replied.
“That’s…….that’s a lot to ask of a girl who hardly knows you!”
“I know,” he replied. “But that is part of the excitement. You don’t know what I would ask of you and how much of yourself I would expect you to give!”
She gulped as he rose from her side. “You wouldn’t tell anyone else if I came would you?” she asked him.
“Tell anybody else about what?” he asked her.
“This weekend.”
“What weekend?” he asked with a smile.
She returned his smile with relief.
“I told you,” he said as he turned to her. “It’s about trust. What we do remains between us!”
She sat silently for a few minutes as he finished his work. “Then can I come this weekend?” she asked him quietly.
“Of course you can,” he told her. “But…..but be sure it’s something you want to do. You will be mine from the moment you cross my doorstep on Friday night until you leave on Monday morning. Mine to do with as I please. I do promise of course that I will not do anything to bring you harm or injury, physical and mental; nothing that contravenes the law; and nothing that would be considered a depraved act. Apart from that you can expect anything and everything.”
Cerys watched as he walked away. Suddenly she became aware of the dampness in her panties. She felt embarrassed with her condition but she also felt excited. No one had ever made her feel this way before. Suddenly she felt alive.
************
Cerys took a deep breath as she rang Karl’s doorbell that Friday evening. She was very nervous and also very excited. She and Karl had not spoken since that last conversation the day before. They had seen each other course but it had only been in passing. Karl was like her, professional. Although she had already made her mind up to see Karl she would have changed it had Paul’s attitude towards her been different these last two days. Paul just seemed happy to be spending the weekend without her and with his mates. There was more than a hint of anger about her as she packed her case that evening. She had of course telephoned her sister to explain that she would not be coming but that she needed her to cover for her. She understood, Cerys had covered for her on several occasions since her marriage.
Karl smiled as he greeted her on the doorstep. “Come in,” he told her. He took the small suitcase from her and put it down in the hallway before inviting her into the lounge. “I take it you could do with a drink?”
“Please,” she replied nervously.
She opted for a large glass of wine and nervously took it from him. He noticed that her hand was shaking and held it for a moment. “No need to be nervous!” he told her.
“I am,” she told him. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she told him.
“That is what is going to make this weekend interesting,” he told her.
Karl didn’t take a drink but instead waited patiently for her to finish her wine before asking her if she was ready. She gave a nervous smile and said ‘yes’, before following him out of the lounge and up the stairs. Karl carried her suitcase up the stairs and showed her into the bedroom. It was a large room with a large four poster bed. Cerys noticed the items of clothing on the bed, a black basque and a pair of black stockings. She also noticed the black leather paddle and studded restraint cuffs. There was also a black leather studded collar.
“I would like you to change into this,” he told her pointing to the basque. “That and the stockings”.
“No dress…..no knickers?” she asked him.
“No!” he replied sharply.
“I see,” she sighed.
“You can put all your clothes in the wardrobe,” he said walking over and opening its door. “The suitcase will fit in there as well. There is a shelf to put your handbag on and a drawer for your jewellery and your watch. I don’t want you to have anything on your body other that what I have pointed to on the bed!”
“Oh,” she sighed.
“This is the en-suite bathroom,” he told her as he guided her inside.
Cerys was impressed with the cleanliness and somewhat surprised that a man could leave a bathroom so clean and tidy. She noticed the white towel with a disposal razor on the chair. “That is just in case you have any body hair that needs removing!” he told her as he pointed to it “Apart from head hair of course!”
Cerys’ face flushed with embarrassment.
“Well I will leave you to it,” he told her as he stepped into the bedroom. “I will expect you downstairs in, say, half an hour wearing just what I have told you. When you come down I want you to knock on the lounge door and kneel and wait,” he added.
Cerys watched in astonishment as he opened the door to leave. “Oh,” he turned and said. “Bring the collar with you and lock the wardrobe and bring the key with you as well.”
Cerys sat on the bed for a moment wondering what she had let herself in for. It briefly crossed her mind to run off back to Paul but she knew he didn’t really want her. Karl did. Whatever he had in store for her this weekend he was taking the time and trouble to be with her. Taking a deep breath she stood up and started to undress. Skirt, blouse, bra, tights, panties and shoes all came off. She put them away in the wardrobe along with her suitcase and handbag. She started to close the door when she remembered her jewellery, a necklace, a bracelet, watch and dress ring. There was also her engagement ring. She looked at it for a moment reflecting on her relationship with Paul before sliding it off her finger.
The next stop was the bathroom to shave her pubic hair. Paul had often asked her to shave but she had always refused. She had never liked the idea of being hairless again as she was in her days before puberty. There was something very personal and intimate about having pubic hair. Fifteen minutes later though she was shorn and slipping into the basque. She was amazed how Karl knew that she was a size 10 and had 36C breasts. He must have been observing her more than she realised.
Once she had dressed she stood and looked at her reflection in the dressing table mirror. She looked like a whore. She felt like a whore. She was a whore to be doing what she was doing. After giving her long dark hair a few strokes of the brush she locked up the wardrobe and then picked up the collar off the bed. It was then that she noticed the writing on the collar. The words were spelled out in small silver studs. They said “Cerys the Slut,” she smiled. The words said it all.
Karl kept her waiting for five minutes before he opened the door to her. “Come in,” he told her.
She followed him in and sat down on the settee when he pointed to it. He didn’t offer her a drink this time as he sat next to her with a glass in his hand. “Collar and key please,” he said.
He put the key in his pocket and held the collar in his hand. “You have read the words,” he said.
Cerys nodded.
“Are they a fair summary?”
She shook her head.
“I think they are Cerys. I think you are a slut. Take a look at yourself. I think you are perhaps the biggest slut I have ever set eyes on!”
His words were cruel but they excited her. No man had ever spoken like that to her and if they had she would have slapped them hard. But he was different. His words were almost like a hot throbbing penis slipping inside her.” I will ask you again Cerys,” he said. “Are you a slut?”
This time she nodded and mouthed a quiet ‘yes’.
“What was that Cerys?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes I am a slut.”
“That’s better. We have to honest with each other this weekend and the first thing we must get out of the way is that you are a slut. FACT!”
She felt a shiver of excitement running through her body.
“Now let’s put it on you,” he said as he held it against her throat.
Moments later it was fastened around her neck. “The next thing we must get out of the way is the fact that I am your Master and you will address me as Master all the time. Is that understood?”
“Yes Master,” she responded.
“Good. I will address you as Slut and you will address me as Master. Understood, Slut!”
“Yes Master,” she responded.
He reached for his glass and took a large sip before placing it down again. “Are the clothes comfortable?” he asked her.
“Yes Master,” she replied. “Not what I am used to wearing Master!”
“Well that is all you will be wearing this weekend Slut,” he told her. “There are plenty of spare sets of stockings so I don’t want to see any with ladders in. I like my sluts to be presentable!”
“Yes Master.”
“Now then some more protocols,” he said. “Firstly, you will always keep your head bowed in my presence. A slave never looks a Master in the eye unless specifically asked to. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.”
“It is a shameful thing to be a slave and you must be honest and show your shame,” he told her. “Are you ashamed Slut?”
“Yes Master.”
“Secondly, when you are sat in my presence you sit with your legs wide apart.”
Cerys started to part her legs. “Wider!” he told her.
She parted them wider but he wanted them even wider. “That’s better,” he told her.
Her face was flushed and her head quite bowed. Karl brushed her hair back. “It must be very embarrassing sitting like this Cerys.”
“Very, Master,” she said quietly.
“Bet you have never sat like that in front of a man before have you?”
Cerys shook her head. “Never Master.”
He brushed her hair back again. “I think that before you leave here Monday morning you will have done many, many things that you have never done before Cerys!”
Cerys made no response to his remarks but she knew that he was right. She felt like putty in his hands and she wondered just what he would make her do next. “You have lovely breasts Cerys and a nice cunt!” he suddenly said, as his hand slid between her legs.
She shivered as his fingers made contact with her mound. “By the way you know that this belongs to me, don’t you Cerys?”
She nodded.
“And these,” he said as he cupped her breast.
“This and your ass belong to me also” he told her as he ran a finger over her lips. “They are mine to use and I will be using them this weekend Cerys my slut!” he said as he ran his hand down to her mound again.
Cerys made no response.
“You are looking forward to me fucking you this weekend aren’t you Cerys?” he asked her as his finger slipped inside her. She was wet, very wet.
“Yes Master,” she said with a soft moan.
“I want to hear you say it Cerys. I want to hear you asking me to fuck you this weekend!”
“Yes Master I do want you to fuck me this weekend. I want you to use me like a whore. I want to be fucked like a slut Master,” she found herself telling him.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said as he stood up.
“Now on your knees whore and show me how good you are at sucking cock.”
Cerys was quickly on her knees and reaching up to his belt buckle. “You may look at me while you suck my cock,” he told her.
Cerys had never really liked giving oral sex. She had done it to Paul on a few occasions to please him but she hated the taste of cock and she hated even more the taste of male semen. But she found a sudden eagerness within to suck her Master. She tugged his trousers down to his knees and then slipped her hand inside his boxer shorts to lift his erection free as she pulled them down. She was taken aback by his size and thickness. “You are very big Master,” she told him as she opened her mouth to take him.
He said nothing as he put his hands around the back of her head and pulled her against him. Even though she was inexperienced she found herself instinctively moving her hand up and down his shaft as she used her tongue on the thick round head of his cock. She could taste his precum and this inspired her to move her hand even faster. “Ooooh that’s nice my slut,” he told her.
Cerys looked up at him and saw the pleasure on his face. “Cum Master give me your seed,” she found herself saying.
Karl enjoyed her eagerness and reached down to her free hand guided it to his scrotum. Cerys responded by cupping in her hand as she increased her hand strokes of his shaft. Moments later she felt his scrotum jerk in her hand and as he groaned loudly his cum began filling her mouth. Cerys swallowed every drop and sucked his cock clean.
He kissed her and thanked her and then told her follow him as he headed back up stairs. She stood by the bed watching as he unbuckled the wrists restraints. Instinctively she held out her hands for him to fit them. He said nothing as he fastened them tightly and guided her to the rear of the bed between the two posts. It was then she noticed the two pieces of thick cord hanging down from the top of the posts. Again, instinctively she raised her arms and allowed him to fasten the cords to the restraints. Minutes later she was firmly secure and standing between the posts with arms stretched.
She looked on as he went to the side of the bed and picked up the leather paddle. A shiver of excitement ran through her body. “I take it you know what’s coming next?” he said.
“Yes Master. You are going to beat me.”
He stood behind her and ran the paddle down her back to her bottom. “We need to establish the firmness of the Master/Slut relationship I’m afraid Cerys. You need to understand the consequences of being disobedient and how you will be punished,” he said to her.
“I understand Master.”
He stroked her cheek. I’m glad you understand Cerys. This will be painful for you but it’s something that must be done.”
“I know Master, but don’t spare my feelings. I…I want you to be severe with me,” her words surprised him
“I will be severe Cerys. After each stroke I expect you to say thank you,” he told her as he rubbed the paddle over the taut flesh of her bottom.
“I will Master.”
He teased her at first, rubbing the paddle across her cheeks and giving a couple of light taps, and then just as she started to relax he brought his hand back quickly and suddenly hit her hard. She screamed out and leapt into the air rocking the bed. “Thank you Master,” she said breathlessly.
He hit her again bringing the same response. Her bottom was visibly red now and he could see that she was in pain. However this did not deter him. He gave her four more strokes in quick succession. They were very hard and Cerys was now crying. He stood by her side and ran a finger through the tears streaming down her face. “I am sorry to have hurt you Cerys but it had to be done,” he said as he kissed her.
“I understand Master but please don’t stop,” she found herself saying. Her bottom stung but she could feel her juices between her thighs. She had never felt as horny as this before.
“I think six is enough for now Cerys,” he told her.
“I thought….I thought you would be firmer with me Master!”
His nostrils flared at the challenge. He picked up the paddle and stood behind her and gave her six more in quick succession. She screamed, she bucked and writhed against the bed. But he was merciless. When he had finished she was sobbing profusely. Her bottom was not only red but also bruised. She also very wet. He noticed it as he stroked her bottom. She groaned as he slid his fingers between her wet thighs. “Fuck me Master. Please fuck me,” she said still sobbing from the pain.
Karl wasted no time in getting out of his trousers. Cerys could feel his erection pressing against her back as he untied her wrists. When her hands fell free she turned and fell back onto the bed with her knees raised and legs wide apart. He didn’t need a second invitation as he climbed between her legs and felt her eager hand reaching for him and guiding him into her. “Come on fuck me Master. Fuck your filthy whore!”
Her language shocked even Cerys herself. Never had she spoken to a man like that. Never had she behaved like she was doing with a man before. Never had she felt so sexually charged before. “That’s it fuck me,” she whispered in his ear as he began his hard rhythmic thrusts inside her. “Come on Master it’s your cunt use it. Use me Master!”
Karl groaned at her language. She was driving him wild with her sexual abandonment to him. He wanted to hold back. He wanted to savour his fucking but she wouldn’t let him. “Tell me what a filthy whore I am Master. Tell me what a slut I am!”
He started to tell her but couldn’t get the words out as his cum shot inside her.
They lay for a while afterwards in one another arms. “So this is BDSM!” she said with a smile as he stirred beside her.
“Well this is part and parcel of it,” he told her. “And what do you think of it so far?”
“I….I don’t think I could really put into words how I feel now. But I have never felt as alive as this before. No man has ever touched me the way you have,” she replied.
He kissed her. “Well there is a lot more to come Cerys,” he told her.
“I know. Just lead on Master,” she told him as she kissed him again.
“Well I think its’ food time,” he said as he climbed off the bed. “Do you like Chinese?”
“Hmm love it,” she told him.
Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang. It was the delivery of the Chinese take away. Karl got up from the table they were sitting at enjoying a glass of wine and took some money from his wallet. “Tell him to keep the change,” he told her.
She held the money in her hand with a look of disbelief on her face. “You want me to go like this?” she asked him.
“I want you to be obedient to your Master, Cerys,” he responded.
“Yes Master,” she sighed as she walked away.
She hesitated for a moment at the door. As the bell rang again she opened it. She just looked at the floor as she took the bag from the driver and handed over the money. She didn’t see the look of disbelief on the driver’s face; she didn’t see the shaking hand that nearly dropped the bag. She heard his stuttering words of ‘Thank You’ though and she felt his staring eyes burning her crotch. She also felt her shame.
“Was that an ordeal for you?” Karl asked her as they sat down to eat.
“It was Master,” she told him.
He touched her hand. “There will be more to come this weekend,” he told her.
“What else have you got planned Master?” she asked him.
“I have some friends of mine, two couples, coming for dinner tomorrow night!” he told her.
“Will I be dressed like this Master?” she asked him.
“You will and you will prepare and serve the food as well as serve drinks.”
Cerys was silent for a few minutes. “Will I be expected to fuck anyone Master?” she asked.
“You will be expected to be obedient Cerys,” he told her.
“Yes Master,” she responded quietly.
“But to answer your question in general I very rarely refuse a friend if they request the sexual pleasure of one of my slaves,” he told her. “A true friend shares his possessions with his friends. And I consider myself a true friend!”
Cerys reflected silently on what he had told her. Before Paul there had only ever been two other lovers and both had been long term relationships. A few hours ago she had been what her Mum would have described as a ‘good decent girl’. Now here she was sitting half naked at the table of a man she hardly knew. She had allowed him to beat her and fuck her and she had also let a complete stranger see her practically naked. She was also twenty four hours away from letting four complete strangers not only see her naked but also probably fuck her as well. She cringed silently inside.
Karl noticed her silence. “Everything okay Cerys?” he asked her.
“Yes, fine, Master.”
“Is all this too much for you?” he asked.
“No. I am fine with everything Master,” she told him.
“Look, I know that I said that if you came you would be here until Monday morning but you can leave anytime you like,” He told her as he touched her hand.
She smiled at him and welcomed his caring nature. “No I am fine. And anyway I agreed to all this and I believe in keeping one’s word, Master, but thank you anyway,” she replied.
He brushed her hair from her eyes and leant over and kissed her. “Shall we take the bottle upstairs and have an early night?” he asked her.
She smiled “Sounds good to me Master,” she replied.
He grabbed the bottle and two glasses in one hand and took her by the hand in the other. “It’s Karl not Master now until the morning Cerys!” he told her.
“Thank you Mas…….Karl,” she smiled.
************
They made love throughout the night. Karl’s stamina surprised her. Paul was ten years younger and he could only manage it once a night, but Karl managed it three times during the night as well as a fast and furious fuck in the shower next morning. His virility excited her and she loved the way that he was so eager to get his manhood inside her. She also loved the way that he was an unselfish lover. He read her body well and he waited for her to reach her own climax before enjoying his own. Paul was selfish when it came to sex and unless she could cum before him she would be left out. There were many times that she had gone to sleep unfulfilled after sex with Paul.
She also loved the way that Karl would just take her when he wanted sex. That morning as she stepped out of the shower he was entering the bathroom. He was naked and erect. “Get back in I want a fuck!” he had told her.
Moments later her back was against the tiled wall and her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove his manhood in and out of her. A few minutes later she was digging her nails into his back and screaming loudly as she experienced another earth shattering climax.
Once she was back dressed in her basque and stockings they reverted back to Master and Slut. After breakfast he took her into the lounge and sat with her telling her more of what is expected of a slave. The first thing he did was hand her a cushion. “A slave is never allowed to enjoy equality with a Master, such as sharing a settee with him. You are to sit at my feet on the cushion. Always remembering the rules about legs being wide open!” he told her.
Cerys sat down on the cushion on the floor in front of him with legs apart and listened as he spoke.
“You must never leave my presence without asking my permission first,” he told her.
“Yes Master,” she responded.
He asked her some intimate questions about herself. “How many men have you fucked Cerys?” he asked her.
“Three Master. Sorry, four including you,” she replied.
“And women?”
She shook her head. “Never Master.”
“Ever wanted to?” he probed.
She shook her head. “No Master.”
“Do you masturbate Cerys?” he asked her.
Cerys blushed.
“A slave is never allowed to pleasure herself without permission from her Master first,” he told her. “Of course you won’t need to do that this weekend. But I would like you to bear it in mind when you leave here,” he told her.
“Yes Master,” she responded.
“Perhaps you should show me what you do Cerys!”
She blushed again. Playing with herself was something she had only ever done in the privacy of her bedroom or bathroom. Slowly and hesitantly she moved her hand between her legs and started to touch herself. “Open your legs nice and wide Cerys so I can see properly.”
Cerys obeyed, her head was bowed in shame as she began to rub her fingers over her hooded clitty. “Look at me as you do it,” he told her.
Cerys looked him in the eye as she began to rub faster. Though she should have felt ashamed and degraded she could only feel excitement. Karl had a way of making every shameful thing she did exciting. He spoke softly to her as he continued urging her on. “Come on slut, cum for your Master,” he kept saying. “I should make you do this in the office for me Cerys. Make you sit naked at your desk and masturbate”
“Yes Master. Yes Master. Make me do it!” she found herself saying as she reached a climax.
When she came he made her slip her fingers deep inside herself and then put them in her mouth and suck them. She had never tasted herself before but she found her taste enjoyable. By now of course Karl was horny again. He stood up and unbuckled his trousers. “On your knees and bend over so I can fuck you like a dog!” he told her.
Cerys spun round on the cushion and raised her bottom into the air, offering herself to his awaiting cock. One moment she felt the tip if cock against her opening, the next moment his shaft was deep inside her. Reaching forward he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her back. “Move you fucking whore!” he shouted as he slapped her bottom.
Oh Master. Master you’re so good,” she told him as she felt herself climaxing again.
Their fucking was fast and furious and Cerys just kept cumming and cumming. When they disentangled a few minutes later Cerys turned and began to smother him with kisses telling him what a great fuck he was. Karl was taken aback by her effusion. “You are a fantastic lover, Karl,” she told him.
He smiled. “There are better than me I’m sure,” he told her.
She held him tight and kissed him again. “Whatever happens after this weekend Karl I want you to know that any time you want me I will always be available for you,” She told him.
“I might take you up on that,” he told her.
She kissed him again. “Remember Master it’s always your cunt to fuck whenever you want!” she told him.
A while later Karl went out to do a little shopping for the dinner he was hosting. Cerys began to get more nervous as the day wore on. She had only just got used to being constantly naked around Karl but soon she would have four complete strangers to contend with. When he returned later he told her that he had bought her an outfit to wear that night. She grew excited at the thought of having her body covered up but it all quickly subsided when he took a suspender belt and a pair of fishnet stockings from a bag and handed them too her along with a pair of red high heel shoes.
She thought about begging him to let her wear a dress but she knew deep down that he would only refuse. As the time grew nearer and nearer for the guests to arrive her stomach began to churn. Karl knew that she was nervous and from time to time offered her comfort but what she really needed were clothes. When the doorbell rang she was almost shaking. Karl spared her the ordeal of going to open the door for them but it was of little comfort as they stepped into the lounge. One of the couples happened to be the managing director and his wife. He stepped forward and took her hand and kissed it. “I never realised you were so beautiful Cerys.”
“Would you offer my guests a drink, Slut,” Karl told her.
“Yes Master,” she replied.
Cerys took their orders and made them drinks. She tried to shut out the conversations. The managing director kept telling Karl that he didn’t know how he managed to do it. “I keep asking him to tell me how to be a Domme,” he joked to the others. His wife laughed. “There’s only one Domme in our household Karl and it’s not the one with the balls!” The chorus of laughter broke the tense atmosphere.
When it came time to serve dinner Karl came into the kitchen to help her. Even though he maintained the Master/Slave relationship he slipped an arm around her and told her that he thought she was doing very well and that was very brave. “I think you mean insane don’t you Master,” she told him.
Cerys joined them for dinner and sat between Karl and Jim, the Managing Director. To his credit he didn’t sit and stare at her like the other middle aged male kept doing. At first she found it hard to enjoy her food but as the drinks flowed Cerys began to feel more at ease. When she served the coffee’s the two women were talking about a sex show they had seen a few weeks back in Amsterdam and the men started their own conversation about Dom’s and Sub’s. As she sat down to drink her own the other man looked at her and said “I think I am going to ask your Master if I can fuck you.”
The room fell into silence and all eyes fell on her and Karl. Cerys’ heart sank. “I think we will give it a miss Bill. Cerys is very much a novice and I want to ease her into the lifestyle gently.”
Cerys heaved a sigh of relief.
“I will give you £500 for half an hour with her,” he said.
Karl shook his head. “Sorry I don’t pimp my slaves!”
“Perhaps she wants me to fuck her?” he said as he looked at Cerys.
“I belong to Karl,” she told him.
“What difference does it make who fucks you?” he told her.
“Bill I think Karl has made the position very clear,” Jim cut in. “Let’s not be rude to our hosts!”
Cerys felt a relief and turned and thanked him.
Later as they drank more wine and brandy in the lounge Cerys sat huddled at her Master’s feet. She was pleased to stay so close to him. When they all left she heaved a sigh of relief, but she also told Karl that she thought her work position was now compromised because of Jim seeing her. Karl held her close and kissed her. “Do you think I would have allowed that to happen?”
“It has surely?” she told him.
“Jim has more skeletons in his cupboard than you and I have put together,” he told her. “He won’t think any less of you tonight believe me! In fact you might even find yourself being promoted in the future.”
“Oh! Tell me more?” Cerys asked.
Karl shook his head. “I enjoy a good relationship with him because I can keep secrets.”
“And the other guy, Bill, who is he?” Cerys asked him.
“I like to wind him up. “He always wants to screw my slaves and I always turn him down. His wife won’t let him have sex with her and he has to buy it. He’s a bit of a sad case actually.”
“I thought for a moment you were going to let him,” she told him.
Karl kissed her. “I hope to get to share you one day but if I do it will be someone more worthy of you,” he told her.
Minutes later they headed for bed and another night of passionate sex.
************
The next morning Karl told her that she could dress normally if she wished. He cuddled her as she lay next to him in bed and told her that he was very pleased with the way she had handled everything. “I am surprised that you are still here,” he told her.
“As you get to know me better you will find that when I make a commitment I stick with it,” she told him as she kissed him.
Cerys then remembered something that she had overhead Bill taking about the night before “What did Bill mean when he spoke about your new Sub having a tattoo?” she asked him.
“I usually make my Subs have a tattoo on their pussy. It’s a single rose,” he told her.
Cerys lifted the duvet and looked at her nakedness. “I can just imagine a tattoo there!” she giggled pointing to her cunt.
“I did have it in mind for you but you’re in a relationship and I thought better of it,” he confided. “After all you will have enough explaining to do with being shaved.”
Cerys turned to him and ran her hand down his body to his cock. “You’re not going soft on me are you?” she asked him as she took his cock in her hand.
He started to stiffen. “You mean soft as in the Master/Slut relationship?” he asked her.
“I mean that if I have gone out of my way to be your slave for the weekend then I expect your best. Now if you had it in mind to have me tattooed then I expect to be tattooed!” she said.
He flipped her over onto her back and climbed on top of her. “You questioning my ability?” he told her.
She could feel his erection pressed against her mound and she reached down for it. “I expect to be treated the same as any other slave” she told him, as she guided the tip of his cock to her opening. “So how about giving this slut another good fucking and then taking her to the tattooist?”
He responded by flipping onto his back and pushing the duvet down. “Get on top whore!”
She started to climb on top facing him but he stopped her. “No,” he told her. “With your back to me.”
Moments later she was impaled on his cock and grinding her pussy against him. He gave her a stinging slap on her bottom. “Move it whore!”
Cerys groaned as she increased her movements up and down on his shaft. Karl slapped her again and told her that she should have the words ‘Slut’ tattooed on her cunt as well.
“Oooooooh yes Master. I am a slut. I deserve it.”
“Slut and Whore!” he told her.
“Yes Master I am a slut and whore,” she cried out as she started to climax.
Moments later Karl began to groan loudly as his cum entered her.
When they recovered a few minutes later Karl picked up his mobile and made a call. It was to the local tattooist. “He can fit you in a couple of hours from now,” Karl told her. Cerys gave no response and so Karl told him they would be there.
Cerys had never had a tattoo done before although she had friends who had had them done. No one she knew though had ever had them done on their intimate places. As Karl spoke to the large, bald headed, middle aged male dressed in a dark vest and jeans, Cerys looked at the girl sat by his side. She was in her late teens and dressed like a Goth. Both of them were covered in body tattoos and she had an array of rings in her ears.
“That’s no problem,” the man said to Karl. “We also do body piercing” he told him. “Lana show the lady your piercing’s!”
Cerys looked on in shock as the girl pulled up her long black skirt and pushed down her panties to reveal an array of studs and rings on her cunt. “They heal quite quickly and sex is even better!” he told Karl.
Karl looked at the girl and then Cerys. “I think we shall just stick with the tattoo for now.”
The man told the girl to show Cerys through to the parlour and she got up and led Cerys through to the back room. “Take your jeans and knickers off and lie on the leather bench,” she told her.
Karl and the tattooist followed behind and watched as she undressed and climbed on the table. “Don’t worry love I seen hundreds,” he told her as he sat on the edge of the bench.
Cerys smiled nervously as he applied a wipe to the area just above her outer labia lips. As he drew the needle to her she closed her eyes. She was surprised that she felt more of a tickling sensation than a stinging one. Even so, she kept her eyes closed throughout. Fifteen minutes later he was done. “How does that look?” he asked her holding a large mirror to her mound for her too see.
Cerys raised herself up on her elbows and looked down at the tattoo. It looked nice but her thoughts were on Paul and what he was going to say next time he saw her without knickers!
When they arrived back at Karl’s’ home Cerys changed back into the basque and stockings event though he had told her that she could stay dressed. Cerys enjoyed being dressed like that in front of him and if there was one thing that she would take away with her from the weekend it would be the freedom she had experienced from her sexual abandonment. Cerys had spent years bound by shyness and being a prude. Karl had taken that away from her. Karl had stripped her bare and she was beginning to find her real self, just as he had predicted.
Cerys left Karl’s home on Monday morning a different woman.
************
Karl came to her office on the following Wednesday and closed the door behind him. “Is everything okay?” he asked her, “They said you have been ill.”
Cerys smiled. “I’ve been fine,” she told him. “I needed a couple of days off to sort some things out.”
Karl gave a sigh of relief. “I thought when you didn’t turn up it might have been something that happened this weekend.”
Cerys shook her head “Oh no everything was fine about the weekend,” She told him. “Paul has gone by the way!”
“I see,” Karl responded.
“It’s time for a new direction. So if…..if you know of any master who is looking for a slut let me know please!” she said.
Karl turned to leave then stopped and turned back around. “I am looking for one actually but it will be a demanding and long term position.”
“I enjoy demanding positions and long term is what I seek also,” she responded.
“Someone who would be willing to share me with other sluts,” he said.
Cerys thought for a moment. “I think I would enjoy healthy competition.”
“Someone who is not afraid to be open about the lifestyle,” he said.
“I would wear my Master’s collar with pride!” She responded.
“And someone who would be willing to have my child,” he said. “At 40 I think it’s time I thought about continuing the Walters line!”
“Well if my Master demands I have his children then I have his children!”
He smiled. “I will be holding an interview session at 7:30pm tonight,” he told her as he turned and opened the door.
“I will be there,” she told him as he walked away.
At 7:30pm prompt Cerys rang his doorbell. She stood back and nervously adjusted the belt of her raincoat. Karl smiled. He was pleased to see her. Cerys turned towards the coat rack and tugged at the belt of the raincoat. “Very nice,” Karl said as she revealed the black lacy basque and the black stockings that she was wearing underneath.
“Is Master pleased?” she asked as she turned towards him.
He reached for her and kissed her. “Master is very pleased,” he said.
“Perhaps Master would like to show his pleasure to his Slut, or should I say displeasure!” she told him as she touched his bulge.
“Displeasure?” he asked.
“Yes Master. Your slut has been very disrespectful to you. I haven’t knelt before you!” She told him.
He smiled. “And how should Master show his displeasure?”
“Well I think you should start as you mean go on so. In your place I would be administering a good hard spanking followed by an equally good hard fucking,” she said with a look of lust in her eyes. “Of course if you are not up to it……..”
He turned her around and gave her bottom a playful slap “Get you’re ass up those stairs now. I’ll show you if I am up to it or not!” he said as he gave her a nudge in the back.
Cerys gave a playful yell as she moved quickly up the stairs. There was no doubt in her mind that her naked ass would be moving up Karl’s stairs for a long time to come
Cerys turned around, startled, as she switched off her mobile phone. It was Karl, the company’s systems analyst. She smiled. “No thanks I’m not into that!” she told him.
She had forgotten that he was in the room. Karl must have overheard her conversation with her fiancé, Paul. Last weekend he had invited some of his mates round and they had spent most of the time watching football, eating pizzas and drinking wine and beer. Cerys had spent the whole weekend cleaning up after them. Paul had just told her that they would be coming around again next weekend and she had told him straight ‘If you think I am going to be your slave again this weekend you can think again!’
Karl stood beside her and leant over her desk at her side. “You never know you might enjoy it!”
Karl was into BDSM. Most of the office staff knew; he made no secret of his fetish. He once had a young female assistant whom he often referred to as his slave. Some of the staff was a little wary of him; some thought he was a weirdo but Cerys got on well with him. As head of Accounts she had got to know him quite well over the last while. A new computer system had been installed and as with most systems in the early stages there had been lots of teething problems. Karl had spent more time in her office than any other over the last while.
Cerys smiled as she shook her head.
“Being my slave doesn’t mean you will be treated as a scivvy. I look after my slaves and treat them well!” he told her.
“It’s not my scene Karl,” she responded.
“And being treated like a scivvy is?” he asked, “From the sound of it you are there just to cook and clean after him and provide sex!”
“That’s enough Karl!” she snapped.
He stepped away and returned to computer he had been working on. She was annoyed at him but he was right. This last while it had seemed just like that. She had been waiting for him to set a date for the marriage since he moved in with her almost a year ago but talk of marriage had become almost non-existent. This last while she had just felt used. “I’m sorry for shouting at you” she said apologetically.
“That’s okay. I spoke out of turn,” he replied.
She shook her head. “No you were right.”
“Well no one else can make the decision for you about the problem that has obviously been on your mind this last while,” he told her.
He was right again of course, as well as intuitive. Maybe it was time to make a change. “Maybe a break away to think things over is what I need!” she said out loud.
“Maybe,” he responded.
“But not as a slave!” she laughed.
He turned and put his arm around the back of her chair. “I think you would enjoy it,” he said quietly. “I have been into this for almost 20 years and I know a Sub when I see one, believe me!”
“But…but you hardly know me!” she replied.
He leaned closer to her. “Okay then,” he said to her. “I bet that when it comes to sex it’s you who has to make all the running; take the initiative and do the leading, when all along you cry out for a real man to come along and take control?”
Cerys said nothing. He was right of course, again! But she was not going to discuss such intimacies with a man she hardly knew. He waited for a response for a few moments then stood up.
“The offer is there if you want to explore and find the real you!” he told her.
Their discussion reverberated round her mind for days afterwards and the more she thought about her relationship with Paul the more discontent she grew. Of course it didn’t help matters by Paul talking non stop about the football competition that was taking place. She also thought about Karl’s proposal. BDSM was never something that she had given much thought too, and certainly, at 40 and almost 13 years her senior, Karl was not of physical interest to her. Not that he wasn’t attractive, because he was, and he also had that ruggedness about him that she found attractive in a man. But she did need a man who was younger and who would take control.
It was on the Thursday morning that Karl had to come to fix another computer problem and she found herself talking to him again. That morning she and Paul had argued again about the weekend and she had told him that she was going away. She had no intention of doing so at the time but when he seemed as though he couldn’t care less she telephoned her sister and arranged to visit her. She told Karl.
“Taking the soft option hey!” he joked.
She smiled “I told you, it’s not my scene!”
“And I told you, you don’t know until you try!” he responded.
“So what happens then in these relationships?” she found herself asking.
“Much too long and involved to go into just now,” he replied as he worked away.
“So it’s all about sex and pain then?” she asked him.
He moved to her desk and knelt down so that he could speak quietly. “It’s not just about sexual pleasure, although that is part of it. Neither is it just about pain, even though that can be part of it in varying degrees. It’s about the bond of control and trust between two people,” he told her. “The Domme is in control of the Sub, who puts her trust in him. The Domme honours that trust and uses his experience to bring out the best in the Sub to attain the ultimate sexual satisfaction for them both.”
“I see,” she responded quietly. “And if, say, I became your Sub there would be sex and pain etc involved?” she asked.
“If you came to be my Sub”, he told her, “You would be coming to hand control of your body and soul over to me!” he told her.
Cerys said nothing as she stared at her desk. “I need to know what would be expected of me?” she said softly.
“You would be expected to say ‘yes’ to everything I told you to do,” he replied.
“That’s…….that’s a lot to ask of a girl who hardly knows you!”
“I know,” he replied. “But that is part of the excitement. You don’t know what I would ask of you and how much of yourself I would expect you to give!”
She gulped as he rose from her side. “You wouldn’t tell anyone else if I came would you?” she asked him.
“Tell anybody else about what?” he asked her.
“This weekend.”
“What weekend?” he asked with a smile.
She returned his smile with relief.
“I told you,” he said as he turned to her. “It’s about trust. What we do remains between us!”
She sat silently for a few minutes as he finished his work. “Then can I come this weekend?” she asked him quietly.
“Of course you can,” he told her. “But…..but be sure it’s something you want to do. You will be mine from the moment you cross my doorstep on Friday night until you leave on Monday morning. Mine to do with as I please. I do promise of course that I will not do anything to bring you harm or injury, physical and mental; nothing that contravenes the law; and nothing that would be considered a depraved act. Apart from that you can expect anything and everything.”
Cerys watched as he walked away. Suddenly she became aware of the dampness in her panties. She felt embarrassed with her condition but she also felt excited. No one had ever made her feel this way before. Suddenly she felt alive.
************
Cerys took a deep breath as she rang Karl’s doorbell that Friday evening. She was very nervous and also very excited. She and Karl had not spoken since that last conversation the day before. They had seen each other course but it had only been in passing. Karl was like her, professional. Although she had already made her mind up to see Karl she would have changed it had Paul’s attitude towards her been different these last two days. Paul just seemed happy to be spending the weekend without her and with his mates. There was more than a hint of anger about her as she packed her case that evening. She had of course telephoned her sister to explain that she would not be coming but that she needed her to cover for her. She understood, Cerys had covered for her on several occasions since her marriage.
Karl smiled as he greeted her on the doorstep. “Come in,” he told her. He took the small suitcase from her and put it down in the hallway before inviting her into the lounge. “I take it you could do with a drink?”
“Please,” she replied nervously.
She opted for a large glass of wine and nervously took it from him. He noticed that her hand was shaking and held it for a moment. “No need to be nervous!” he told her.
“I am,” she told him. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she told him.
“That is what is going to make this weekend interesting,” he told her.
Karl didn’t take a drink but instead waited patiently for her to finish her wine before asking her if she was ready. She gave a nervous smile and said ‘yes’, before following him out of the lounge and up the stairs. Karl carried her suitcase up the stairs and showed her into the bedroom. It was a large room with a large four poster bed. Cerys noticed the items of clothing on the bed, a black basque and a pair of black stockings. She also noticed the black leather paddle and studded restraint cuffs. There was also a black leather studded collar.
“I would like you to change into this,” he told her pointing to the basque. “That and the stockings”.
“No dress…..no knickers?” she asked him.
“No!” he replied sharply.
“I see,” she sighed.
“You can put all your clothes in the wardrobe,” he said walking over and opening its door. “The suitcase will fit in there as well. There is a shelf to put your handbag on and a drawer for your jewellery and your watch. I don’t want you to have anything on your body other that what I have pointed to on the bed!”
“Oh,” she sighed.
“This is the en-suite bathroom,” he told her as he guided her inside.
Cerys was impressed with the cleanliness and somewhat surprised that a man could leave a bathroom so clean and tidy. She noticed the white towel with a disposal razor on the chair. “That is just in case you have any body hair that needs removing!” he told her as he pointed to it “Apart from head hair of course!”
Cerys’ face flushed with embarrassment.
“Well I will leave you to it,” he told her as he stepped into the bedroom. “I will expect you downstairs in, say, half an hour wearing just what I have told you. When you come down I want you to knock on the lounge door and kneel and wait,” he added.
Cerys watched in astonishment as he opened the door to leave. “Oh,” he turned and said. “Bring the collar with you and lock the wardrobe and bring the key with you as well.”
Cerys sat on the bed for a moment wondering what she had let herself in for. It briefly crossed her mind to run off back to Paul but she knew he didn’t really want her. Karl did. Whatever he had in store for her this weekend he was taking the time and trouble to be with her. Taking a deep breath she stood up and started to undress. Skirt, blouse, bra, tights, panties and shoes all came off. She put them away in the wardrobe along with her suitcase and handbag. She started to close the door when she remembered her jewellery, a necklace, a bracelet, watch and dress ring. There was also her engagement ring. She looked at it for a moment reflecting on her relationship with Paul before sliding it off her finger.
The next stop was the bathroom to shave her pubic hair. Paul had often asked her to shave but she had always refused. She had never liked the idea of being hairless again as she was in her days before puberty. There was something very personal and intimate about having pubic hair. Fifteen minutes later though she was shorn and slipping into the basque. She was amazed how Karl knew that she was a size 10 and had 36C breasts. He must have been observing her more than she realised.
Once she had dressed she stood and looked at her reflection in the dressing table mirror. She looked like a whore. She felt like a whore. She was a whore to be doing what she was doing. After giving her long dark hair a few strokes of the brush she locked up the wardrobe and then picked up the collar off the bed. It was then that she noticed the writing on the collar. The words were spelled out in small silver studs. They said “Cerys the Slut,” she smiled. The words said it all.
Karl kept her waiting for five minutes before he opened the door to her. “Come in,” he told her.
She followed him in and sat down on the settee when he pointed to it. He didn’t offer her a drink this time as he sat next to her with a glass in his hand. “Collar and key please,” he said.
He put the key in his pocket and held the collar in his hand. “You have read the words,” he said.
Cerys nodded.
“Are they a fair summary?”
She shook her head.
“I think they are Cerys. I think you are a slut. Take a look at yourself. I think you are perhaps the biggest slut I have ever set eyes on!”
His words were cruel but they excited her. No man had ever spoken like that to her and if they had she would have slapped them hard. But he was different. His words were almost like a hot throbbing penis slipping inside her.” I will ask you again Cerys,” he said. “Are you a slut?”
This time she nodded and mouthed a quiet ‘yes’.
“What was that Cerys?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes I am a slut.”
“That’s better. We have to honest with each other this weekend and the first thing we must get out of the way is that you are a slut. FACT!”
She felt a shiver of excitement running through her body.
“Now let’s put it on you,” he said as he held it against her throat.
Moments later it was fastened around her neck. “The next thing we must get out of the way is the fact that I am your Master and you will address me as Master all the time. Is that understood?”
“Yes Master,” she responded.
“Good. I will address you as Slut and you will address me as Master. Understood, Slut!”
“Yes Master,” she responded.
He reached for his glass and took a large sip before placing it down again. “Are the clothes comfortable?” he asked her.
“Yes Master,” she replied. “Not what I am used to wearing Master!”
“Well that is all you will be wearing this weekend Slut,” he told her. “There are plenty of spare sets of stockings so I don’t want to see any with ladders in. I like my sluts to be presentable!”
“Yes Master.”
“Now then some more protocols,” he said. “Firstly, you will always keep your head bowed in my presence. A slave never looks a Master in the eye unless specifically asked to. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.”
“It is a shameful thing to be a slave and you must be honest and show your shame,” he told her. “Are you ashamed Slut?”
“Yes Master.”
“Secondly, when you are sat in my presence you sit with your legs wide apart.”
Cerys started to part her legs. “Wider!” he told her.
She parted them wider but he wanted them even wider. “That’s better,” he told her.
Her face was flushed and her head quite bowed. Karl brushed her hair back. “It must be very embarrassing sitting like this Cerys.”
“Very, Master,” she said quietly.
“Bet you have never sat like that in front of a man before have you?”
Cerys shook her head. “Never Master.”
He brushed her hair back again. “I think that before you leave here Monday morning you will have done many, many things that you have never done before Cerys!”
Cerys made no response to his remarks but she knew that he was right. She felt like putty in his hands and she wondered just what he would make her do next. “You have lovely breasts Cerys and a nice cunt!” he suddenly said, as his hand slid between her legs.
She shivered as his fingers made contact with her mound. “By the way you know that this belongs to me, don’t you Cerys?”
She nodded.
“And these,” he said as he cupped her breast.
“This and your ass belong to me also” he told her as he ran a finger over her lips. “They are mine to use and I will be using them this weekend Cerys my slut!” he said as he ran his hand down to her mound again.
Cerys made no response.
“You are looking forward to me fucking you this weekend aren’t you Cerys?” he asked her as his finger slipped inside her. She was wet, very wet.
“Yes Master,” she said with a soft moan.
“I want to hear you say it Cerys. I want to hear you asking me to fuck you this weekend!”
“Yes Master I do want you to fuck me this weekend. I want you to use me like a whore. I want to be fucked like a slut Master,” she found herself telling him.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said as he stood up.
“Now on your knees whore and show me how good you are at sucking cock.”
Cerys was quickly on her knees and reaching up to his belt buckle. “You may look at me while you suck my cock,” he told her.
Cerys had never really liked giving oral sex. She had done it to Paul on a few occasions to please him but she hated the taste of cock and she hated even more the taste of male semen. But she found a sudden eagerness within to suck her Master. She tugged his trousers down to his knees and then slipped her hand inside his boxer shorts to lift his erection free as she pulled them down. She was taken aback by his size and thickness. “You are very big Master,” she told him as she opened her mouth to take him.
He said nothing as he put his hands around the back of her head and pulled her against him. Even though she was inexperienced she found herself instinctively moving her hand up and down his shaft as she used her tongue on the thick round head of his cock. She could taste his precum and this inspired her to move her hand even faster. “Ooooh that’s nice my slut,” he told her.
Cerys looked up at him and saw the pleasure on his face. “Cum Master give me your seed,” she found herself saying.
Karl enjoyed her eagerness and reached down to her free hand guided it to his scrotum. Cerys responded by cupping in her hand as she increased her hand strokes of his shaft. Moments later she felt his scrotum jerk in her hand and as he groaned loudly his cum began filling her mouth. Cerys swallowed every drop and sucked his cock clean.
He kissed her and thanked her and then told her follow him as he headed back up stairs. She stood by the bed watching as he unbuckled the wrists restraints. Instinctively she held out her hands for him to fit them. He said nothing as he fastened them tightly and guided her to the rear of the bed between the two posts. It was then she noticed the two pieces of thick cord hanging down from the top of the posts. Again, instinctively she raised her arms and allowed him to fasten the cords to the restraints. Minutes later she was firmly secure and standing between the posts with arms stretched.
She looked on as he went to the side of the bed and picked up the leather paddle. A shiver of excitement ran through her body. “I take it you know what’s coming next?” he said.
“Yes Master. You are going to beat me.”
He stood behind her and ran the paddle down her back to her bottom. “We need to establish the firmness of the Master/Slut relationship I’m afraid Cerys. You need to understand the consequences of being disobedient and how you will be punished,” he said to her.
“I understand Master.”
He stroked her cheek. I’m glad you understand Cerys. This will be painful for you but it’s something that must be done.”
“I know Master, but don’t spare my feelings. I…I want you to be severe with me,” her words surprised him
“I will be severe Cerys. After each stroke I expect you to say thank you,” he told her as he rubbed the paddle over the taut flesh of her bottom.
“I will Master.”
He teased her at first, rubbing the paddle across her cheeks and giving a couple of light taps, and then just as she started to relax he brought his hand back quickly and suddenly hit her hard. She screamed out and leapt into the air rocking the bed. “Thank you Master,” she said breathlessly.
He hit her again bringing the same response. Her bottom was visibly red now and he could see that she was in pain. However this did not deter him. He gave her four more strokes in quick succession. They were very hard and Cerys was now crying. He stood by her side and ran a finger through the tears streaming down her face. “I am sorry to have hurt you Cerys but it had to be done,” he said as he kissed her.
“I understand Master but please don’t stop,” she found herself saying. Her bottom stung but she could feel her juices between her thighs. She had never felt as horny as this before.
“I think six is enough for now Cerys,” he told her.
“I thought….I thought you would be firmer with me Master!”
His nostrils flared at the challenge. He picked up the paddle and stood behind her and gave her six more in quick succession. She screamed, she bucked and writhed against the bed. But he was merciless. When he had finished she was sobbing profusely. Her bottom was not only red but also bruised. She also very wet. He noticed it as he stroked her bottom. She groaned as he slid his fingers between her wet thighs. “Fuck me Master. Please fuck me,” she said still sobbing from the pain.
Karl wasted no time in getting out of his trousers. Cerys could feel his erection pressing against her back as he untied her wrists. When her hands fell free she turned and fell back onto the bed with her knees raised and legs wide apart. He didn’t need a second invitation as he climbed between her legs and felt her eager hand reaching for him and guiding him into her. “Come on fuck me Master. Fuck your filthy whore!”
Her language shocked even Cerys herself. Never had she spoken to a man like that. Never had she behaved like she was doing with a man before. Never had she felt so sexually charged before. “That’s it fuck me,” she whispered in his ear as he began his hard rhythmic thrusts inside her. “Come on Master it’s your cunt use it. Use me Master!”
Karl groaned at her language. She was driving him wild with her sexual abandonment to him. He wanted to hold back. He wanted to savour his fucking but she wouldn’t let him. “Tell me what a filthy whore I am Master. Tell me what a slut I am!”
He started to tell her but couldn’t get the words out as his cum shot inside her.
They lay for a while afterwards in one another arms. “So this is BDSM!” she said with a smile as he stirred beside her.
“Well this is part and parcel of it,” he told her. “And what do you think of it so far?”
“I….I don’t think I could really put into words how I feel now. But I have never felt as alive as this before. No man has ever touched me the way you have,” she replied.
He kissed her. “Well there is a lot more to come Cerys,” he told her.
“I know. Just lead on Master,” she told him as she kissed him again.
“Well I think its’ food time,” he said as he climbed off the bed. “Do you like Chinese?”
“Hmm love it,” she told him.
Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang. It was the delivery of the Chinese take away. Karl got up from the table they were sitting at enjoying a glass of wine and took some money from his wallet. “Tell him to keep the change,” he told her.
She held the money in her hand with a look of disbelief on her face. “You want me to go like this?” she asked him.
“I want you to be obedient to your Master, Cerys,” he responded.
“Yes Master,” she sighed as she walked away.
She hesitated for a moment at the door. As the bell rang again she opened it. She just looked at the floor as she took the bag from the driver and handed over the money. She didn’t see the look of disbelief on the driver’s face; she didn’t see the shaking hand that nearly dropped the bag. She heard his stuttering words of ‘Thank You’ though and she felt his staring eyes burning her crotch. She also felt her shame.
“Was that an ordeal for you?” Karl asked her as they sat down to eat.
“It was Master,” she told him.
He touched her hand. “There will be more to come this weekend,” he told her.
“What else have you got planned Master?” she asked him.
“I have some friends of mine, two couples, coming for dinner tomorrow night!” he told her.
“Will I be dressed like this Master?” she asked him.
“You will and you will prepare and serve the food as well as serve drinks.”
Cerys was silent for a few minutes. “Will I be expected to fuck anyone Master?” she asked.
“You will be expected to be obedient Cerys,” he told her.
“Yes Master,” she responded quietly.
“But to answer your question in general I very rarely refuse a friend if they request the sexual pleasure of one of my slaves,” he told her. “A true friend shares his possessions with his friends. And I consider myself a true friend!”
Cerys reflected silently on what he had told her. Before Paul there had only ever been two other lovers and both had been long term relationships. A few hours ago she had been what her Mum would have described as a ‘good decent girl’. Now here she was sitting half naked at the table of a man she hardly knew. She had allowed him to beat her and fuck her and she had also let a complete stranger see her practically naked. She was also twenty four hours away from letting four complete strangers not only see her naked but also probably fuck her as well. She cringed silently inside.
Karl noticed her silence. “Everything okay Cerys?” he asked her.
“Yes, fine, Master.”
“Is all this too much for you?” he asked.
“No. I am fine with everything Master,” she told him.
“Look, I know that I said that if you came you would be here until Monday morning but you can leave anytime you like,” He told her as he touched her hand.
She smiled at him and welcomed his caring nature. “No I am fine. And anyway I agreed to all this and I believe in keeping one’s word, Master, but thank you anyway,” she replied.
He brushed her hair from her eyes and leant over and kissed her. “Shall we take the bottle upstairs and have an early night?” he asked her.
She smiled “Sounds good to me Master,” she replied.
He grabbed the bottle and two glasses in one hand and took her by the hand in the other. “It’s Karl not Master now until the morning Cerys!” he told her.
“Thank you Mas…….Karl,” she smiled.
************
They made love throughout the night. Karl’s stamina surprised her. Paul was ten years younger and he could only manage it once a night, but Karl managed it three times during the night as well as a fast and furious fuck in the shower next morning. His virility excited her and she loved the way that he was so eager to get his manhood inside her. She also loved the way that he was an unselfish lover. He read her body well and he waited for her to reach her own climax before enjoying his own. Paul was selfish when it came to sex and unless she could cum before him she would be left out. There were many times that she had gone to sleep unfulfilled after sex with Paul.
She also loved the way that Karl would just take her when he wanted sex. That morning as she stepped out of the shower he was entering the bathroom. He was naked and erect. “Get back in I want a fuck!” he had told her.
Moments later her back was against the tiled wall and her legs wrapped around his waist as he drove his manhood in and out of her. A few minutes later she was digging her nails into his back and screaming loudly as she experienced another earth shattering climax.
Once she was back dressed in her basque and stockings they reverted back to Master and Slut. After breakfast he took her into the lounge and sat with her telling her more of what is expected of a slave. The first thing he did was hand her a cushion. “A slave is never allowed to enjoy equality with a Master, such as sharing a settee with him. You are to sit at my feet on the cushion. Always remembering the rules about legs being wide open!” he told her.
Cerys sat down on the cushion on the floor in front of him with legs apart and listened as he spoke.
“You must never leave my presence without asking my permission first,” he told her.
“Yes Master,” she responded.
He asked her some intimate questions about herself. “How many men have you fucked Cerys?” he asked her.
“Three Master. Sorry, four including you,” she replied.
“And women?”
She shook her head. “Never Master.”
“Ever wanted to?” he probed.
She shook her head. “No Master.”
“Do you masturbate Cerys?” he asked her.
Cerys blushed.
“A slave is never allowed to pleasure herself without permission from her Master first,” he told her. “Of course you won’t need to do that this weekend. But I would like you to bear it in mind when you leave here,” he told her.
“Yes Master,” she responded.
“Perhaps you should show me what you do Cerys!”
She blushed again. Playing with herself was something she had only ever done in the privacy of her bedroom or bathroom. Slowly and hesitantly she moved her hand between her legs and started to touch herself. “Open your legs nice and wide Cerys so I can see properly.”
Cerys obeyed, her head was bowed in shame as she began to rub her fingers over her hooded clitty. “Look at me as you do it,” he told her.
Cerys looked him in the eye as she began to rub faster. Though she should have felt ashamed and degraded she could only feel excitement. Karl had a way of making every shameful thing she did exciting. He spoke softly to her as he continued urging her on. “Come on slut, cum for your Master,” he kept saying. “I should make you do this in the office for me Cerys. Make you sit naked at your desk and masturbate”
“Yes Master. Yes Master. Make me do it!” she found herself saying as she reached a climax.
When she came he made her slip her fingers deep inside herself and then put them in her mouth and suck them. She had never tasted herself before but she found her taste enjoyable. By now of course Karl was horny again. He stood up and unbuckled his trousers. “On your knees and bend over so I can fuck you like a dog!” he told her.
Cerys spun round on the cushion and raised her bottom into the air, offering herself to his awaiting cock. One moment she felt the tip if cock against her opening, the next moment his shaft was deep inside her. Reaching forward he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her back. “Move you fucking whore!” he shouted as he slapped her bottom.
Oh Master. Master you’re so good,” she told him as she felt herself climaxing again.
Their fucking was fast and furious and Cerys just kept cumming and cumming. When they disentangled a few minutes later Cerys turned and began to smother him with kisses telling him what a great fuck he was. Karl was taken aback by her effusion. “You are a fantastic lover, Karl,” she told him.
He smiled. “There are better than me I’m sure,” he told her.
She held him tight and kissed him again. “Whatever happens after this weekend Karl I want you to know that any time you want me I will always be available for you,” She told him.
“I might take you up on that,” he told her.
She kissed him again. “Remember Master it’s always your cunt to fuck whenever you want!” she told him.
A while later Karl went out to do a little shopping for the dinner he was hosting. Cerys began to get more nervous as the day wore on. She had only just got used to being constantly naked around Karl but soon she would have four complete strangers to contend with. When he returned later he told her that he had bought her an outfit to wear that night. She grew excited at the thought of having her body covered up but it all quickly subsided when he took a suspender belt and a pair of fishnet stockings from a bag and handed them too her along with a pair of red high heel shoes.
She thought about begging him to let her wear a dress but she knew deep down that he would only refuse. As the time grew nearer and nearer for the guests to arrive her stomach began to churn. Karl knew that she was nervous and from time to time offered her comfort but what she really needed were clothes. When the doorbell rang she was almost shaking. Karl spared her the ordeal of going to open the door for them but it was of little comfort as they stepped into the lounge. One of the couples happened to be the managing director and his wife. He stepped forward and took her hand and kissed it. “I never realised you were so beautiful Cerys.”
“Would you offer my guests a drink, Slut,” Karl told her.
“Yes Master,” she replied.
Cerys took their orders and made them drinks. She tried to shut out the conversations. The managing director kept telling Karl that he didn’t know how he managed to do it. “I keep asking him to tell me how to be a Domme,” he joked to the others. His wife laughed. “There’s only one Domme in our household Karl and it’s not the one with the balls!” The chorus of laughter broke the tense atmosphere.
When it came time to serve dinner Karl came into the kitchen to help her. Even though he maintained the Master/Slave relationship he slipped an arm around her and told her that he thought she was doing very well and that was very brave. “I think you mean insane don’t you Master,” she told him.
Cerys joined them for dinner and sat between Karl and Jim, the Managing Director. To his credit he didn’t sit and stare at her like the other middle aged male kept doing. At first she found it hard to enjoy her food but as the drinks flowed Cerys began to feel more at ease. When she served the coffee’s the two women were talking about a sex show they had seen a few weeks back in Amsterdam and the men started their own conversation about Dom’s and Sub’s. As she sat down to drink her own the other man looked at her and said “I think I am going to ask your Master if I can fuck you.”
The room fell into silence and all eyes fell on her and Karl. Cerys’ heart sank. “I think we will give it a miss Bill. Cerys is very much a novice and I want to ease her into the lifestyle gently.”
Cerys heaved a sigh of relief.
“I will give you £500 for half an hour with her,” he said.
Karl shook his head. “Sorry I don’t pimp my slaves!”
“Perhaps she wants me to fuck her?” he said as he looked at Cerys.
“I belong to Karl,” she told him.
“What difference does it make who fucks you?” he told her.
“Bill I think Karl has made the position very clear,” Jim cut in. “Let’s not be rude to our hosts!”
Cerys felt a relief and turned and thanked him.
Later as they drank more wine and brandy in the lounge Cerys sat huddled at her Master’s feet. She was pleased to stay so close to him. When they all left she heaved a sigh of relief, but she also told Karl that she thought her work position was now compromised because of Jim seeing her. Karl held her close and kissed her. “Do you think I would have allowed that to happen?”
“It has surely?” she told him.
“Jim has more skeletons in his cupboard than you and I have put together,” he told her. “He won’t think any less of you tonight believe me! In fact you might even find yourself being promoted in the future.”
“Oh! Tell me more?” Cerys asked.
Karl shook his head. “I enjoy a good relationship with him because I can keep secrets.”
“And the other guy, Bill, who is he?” Cerys asked him.
“I like to wind him up. “He always wants to screw my slaves and I always turn him down. His wife won’t let him have sex with her and he has to buy it. He’s a bit of a sad case actually.”
“I thought for a moment you were going to let him,” she told him.
Karl kissed her. “I hope to get to share you one day but if I do it will be someone more worthy of you,” he told her.
Minutes later they headed for bed and another night of passionate sex.
************
The next morning Karl told her that she could dress normally if she wished. He cuddled her as she lay next to him in bed and told her that he was very pleased with the way she had handled everything. “I am surprised that you are still here,” he told her.
“As you get to know me better you will find that when I make a commitment I stick with it,” she told him as she kissed him.
Cerys then remembered something that she had overhead Bill taking about the night before “What did Bill mean when he spoke about your new Sub having a tattoo?” she asked him.
“I usually make my Subs have a tattoo on their pussy. It’s a single rose,” he told her.
Cerys lifted the duvet and looked at her nakedness. “I can just imagine a tattoo there!” she giggled pointing to her cunt.
“I did have it in mind for you but you’re in a relationship and I thought better of it,” he confided. “After all you will have enough explaining to do with being shaved.”
Cerys turned to him and ran her hand down his body to his cock. “You’re not going soft on me are you?” she asked him as she took his cock in her hand.
He started to stiffen. “You mean soft as in the Master/Slut relationship?” he asked her.
“I mean that if I have gone out of my way to be your slave for the weekend then I expect your best. Now if you had it in mind to have me tattooed then I expect to be tattooed!” she said.
He flipped her over onto her back and climbed on top of her. “You questioning my ability?” he told her.
She could feel his erection pressed against her mound and she reached down for it. “I expect to be treated the same as any other slave” she told him, as she guided the tip of his cock to her opening. “So how about giving this slut another good fucking and then taking her to the tattooist?”
He responded by flipping onto his back and pushing the duvet down. “Get on top whore!”
She started to climb on top facing him but he stopped her. “No,” he told her. “With your back to me.”
Moments later she was impaled on his cock and grinding her pussy against him. He gave her a stinging slap on her bottom. “Move it whore!”
Cerys groaned as she increased her movements up and down on his shaft. Karl slapped her again and told her that she should have the words ‘Slut’ tattooed on her cunt as well.
“Oooooooh yes Master. I am a slut. I deserve it.”
“Slut and Whore!” he told her.
“Yes Master I am a slut and whore,” she cried out as she started to climax.
Moments later Karl began to groan loudly as his cum entered her.
When they recovered a few minutes later Karl picked up his mobile and made a call. It was to the local tattooist. “He can fit you in a couple of hours from now,” Karl told her. Cerys gave no response and so Karl told him they would be there.
Cerys had never had a tattoo done before although she had friends who had had them done. No one she knew though had ever had them done on their intimate places. As Karl spoke to the large, bald headed, middle aged male dressed in a dark vest and jeans, Cerys looked at the girl sat by his side. She was in her late teens and dressed like a Goth. Both of them were covered in body tattoos and she had an array of rings in her ears.
“That’s no problem,” the man said to Karl. “We also do body piercing” he told him. “Lana show the lady your piercing’s!”
Cerys looked on in shock as the girl pulled up her long black skirt and pushed down her panties to reveal an array of studs and rings on her cunt. “They heal quite quickly and sex is even better!” he told Karl.
Karl looked at the girl and then Cerys. “I think we shall just stick with the tattoo for now.”
The man told the girl to show Cerys through to the parlour and she got up and led Cerys through to the back room. “Take your jeans and knickers off and lie on the leather bench,” she told her.
Karl and the tattooist followed behind and watched as she undressed and climbed on the table. “Don’t worry love I seen hundreds,” he told her as he sat on the edge of the bench.
Cerys smiled nervously as he applied a wipe to the area just above her outer labia lips. As he drew the needle to her she closed her eyes. She was surprised that she felt more of a tickling sensation than a stinging one. Even so, she kept her eyes closed throughout. Fifteen minutes later he was done. “How does that look?” he asked her holding a large mirror to her mound for her too see.
Cerys raised herself up on her elbows and looked down at the tattoo. It looked nice but her thoughts were on Paul and what he was going to say next time he saw her without knickers!
When they arrived back at Karl’s’ home Cerys changed back into the basque and stockings event though he had told her that she could stay dressed. Cerys enjoyed being dressed like that in front of him and if there was one thing that she would take away with her from the weekend it would be the freedom she had experienced from her sexual abandonment. Cerys had spent years bound by shyness and being a prude. Karl had taken that away from her. Karl had stripped her bare and she was beginning to find her real self, just as he had predicted.
Cerys left Karl’s home on Monday morning a different woman.
************
Karl came to her office on the following Wednesday and closed the door behind him. “Is everything okay?” he asked her, “They said you have been ill.”
Cerys smiled. “I’ve been fine,” she told him. “I needed a couple of days off to sort some things out.”
Karl gave a sigh of relief. “I thought when you didn’t turn up it might have been something that happened this weekend.”
Cerys shook her head “Oh no everything was fine about the weekend,” She told him. “Paul has gone by the way!”
“I see,” Karl responded.
“It’s time for a new direction. So if…..if you know of any master who is looking for a slut let me know please!” she said.
Karl turned to leave then stopped and turned back around. “I am looking for one actually but it will be a demanding and long term position.”
“I enjoy demanding positions and long term is what I seek also,” she responded.
“Someone who would be willing to share me with other sluts,” he said.
Cerys thought for a moment. “I think I would enjoy healthy competition.”
“Someone who is not afraid to be open about the lifestyle,” he said.
“I would wear my Master’s collar with pride!” She responded.
“And someone who would be willing to have my child,” he said. “At 40 I think it’s time I thought about continuing the Walters line!”
“Well if my Master demands I have his children then I have his children!”
He smiled. “I will be holding an interview session at 7:30pm tonight,” he told her as he turned and opened the door.
“I will be there,” she told him as he walked away.
At 7:30pm prompt Cerys rang his doorbell. She stood back and nervously adjusted the belt of her raincoat. Karl smiled. He was pleased to see her. Cerys turned towards the coat rack and tugged at the belt of the raincoat. “Very nice,” Karl said as she revealed the black lacy basque and the black stockings that she was wearing underneath.
“Is Master pleased?” she asked as she turned towards him.
He reached for her and kissed her. “Master is very pleased,” he said.
“Perhaps Master would like to show his pleasure to his Slut, or should I say displeasure!” she told him as she touched his bulge.
“Displeasure?” he asked.
“Yes Master. Your slut has been very disrespectful to you. I haven’t knelt before you!” She told him.
He smiled. “And how should Master show his displeasure?”
“Well I think you should start as you mean go on so. In your place I would be administering a good hard spanking followed by an equally good hard fucking,” she said with a look of lust in her eyes. “Of course if you are not up to it……..”
He turned her around and gave her bottom a playful slap “Get you’re ass up those stairs now. I’ll show you if I am up to it or not!” he said as he gave her a nudge in the back.
Cerys gave a playful yell as she moved quickly up the stairs. There was no doubt in her mind that her naked ass would be moving up Karl’s stairs for a long time to come
