I am so nervous waiting at the appointed place to meet my Master for the first time in person. I wear the outfit He commanded me to wear, my denim mini skirt, my tight low cut top that matched the skirt, ankle socks and my sneakers. I look at my watch and sigh. I’m almost 2 hours early. I know I’m extremely early but being nervous and driving across country did not help. I was feeling closed in. I had to get outside. Looking around I see the beautiful mountains everywhere. Snow capped even in summer. I see the ocean, hear the waves, breathe in deep and smell the salty air. Being outside and near the water is taking away some of the nervous edge, as I start to relax. I sit on the bench, close my eyes, breathe in deep then slowly exhale as I feel a breeze gently blow my hair. All of a sudden I feel someone standing next to me.
“Excuse me, do you have the time, Miss?” they ask me.
“Yes, it’s 9:30,” I say and I watch them slowly walk away.
The nervousness is now back in force. I keep checking my watch. Time seems to be standing still. Finally 15 minutes goes by, now it’s only quarter to 10. I start to pace as I walk up and down the pier, looking at the mountains, counting the birds, listening to the waves, watching the people as they walk around. I lean against the railing on the pier when He walks up behind me and says, “Excuse me.”
As I turn around He looks to my neck and smiles, seeing the tag that was lovingly put there a month before. The tag simply states: Slave “Pet” Property of Master Firm. He reaches out and takes it in His hand, barely touching my skin, although the slightest touch sets off all my nerve endings as I have to rely on the railing behind me to keep me on my feet. He smiles as He looks right at me. I look at His hand at my throat holding His ownership tag and trail my eyes up His arm to look Him in the eye. His blue eyes seem to look right through my green ones to my soul as if knowing exactly how I think and feel. He sees all my passion, love, wanting, needing, and insecurities. He lets His hand drop slowly, the back of His hand moving toward my breast, as I close my eyes and shiver in response.
“Come, Pet,” He says.
I feel His hand leave, I open my eyes. He takes me by the hand, and leads me toward the bench I was sitting on earlier. I follow obediently as we sit down and start to talk about generalities to put me at ease, knowing I’m so nervous and not wanting to rush me. It doesn’t take but a few minutes to totally relax, and feel so comfortable in His presence. Which reminds me why I fell in love with my Master in the first place. He makes me feel so secure, safe, protected, wanted and loved.
“Come on, Baby, let’s go home,” He tells me as He stands and offers me His hand. I take His hand, smile and we walk together, my hand in His as we go back to our vehicles to start my new life. A life of learning, of servitude and of love. As we get home I take my suitcase out of my truck, desperately in need of a shower. Master shows me where the bathroom is and I ask permission to clean up. I am granted permission, but as I turn to go shower He calls me to Him.
“Pet, heel.”
Without thinking I walk to Him and get on my knees at His feet, head bowed. I hear Him chuckle as He knows He has trained me well, even long distance. I am then told to go take my shower. I thank Him as I hurry to the bathroom not wanting to keep Him waiting on me any longer than is necessary. First thing I do is brush my teeth, then jump in the shower, loving the hot water, but taking care not to take to long. As I step out of the shower, I dry myself quickly, apply lotion and brush my hair. I realize Master has been standing just outside the bathroom door the whole time, not timing me, just watching. I blush as I realize what He’s done by seeing the bulge in His pants. Feeling suddenly shy, I grab my t-shirt to get dressed.
“You won’t be needing that,” I hear Him say almost as a low growl.
I put my t-shirt down and follow Him into the living room. He stops in the middle of the floor and turns around. I stop, bow my head and wait, unsure of what he wants me to do next. Master starts walking around me, checking me out. My first visual inspection. I close my eyes and pray I am worthy to serve such a wonderful Master. I feel His hands on my shoulders and neck as he moves my hair out of the way. He runs his hands down my back, swats my ass and then comes around to the front of me. I keep my head bowed and eyes closed as He starts playing with my breasts, feeling the weight of them, then pinching and teasing my nipples, before letting His hands roam down the front of me to my pussy, teasing my clit before inserting a finger into me. Master feels how wet I am from the roaming of His hands all over me, the teasing of my nipples and then Him playing with my pussy. Master brings His fingers up to my lips tracing the outline of my lips, then tells me to clean them off. I start sucking His fingers, making sure I don’t miss any, wanting to please Him. I lick my way between and all around His fingers taking extra care to make sure I get every drop, watching the bulge in His pants twitch with anticipation of my mouth and tongue around His hard cock instead of His fingers. He takes His fingers out of my mouth, watching me, then inspecting His fingers to make sure I did a good enough job.
“Heel,” He says with a slight catch in His throat, indicating a job well done.
I smile slightly to myself knowing I’m off to a good start. I do not hesitate to obey and get on my knees in front of Him, head bowed, hands on thighs, awaiting his next command. He stands there watching me, as He slowly walks around me as if expecting me to do something with out permission. I wait patiently until He commands me to assume the position which is on my knees, my forehead on the floor, and my hands behind my back in case He wishes to bind my wrists or arms in any way He chooses or not. I hear Him chuckle at how fast I respond to his commands, I smile knowing I am pleasing Him. I hear Him walk away, curiosity making me want to sneak a peek to the side of me but I know better. I stay in position. He comes back and tells me to follow Him. I follow Him into the bedroom where He put the restraint system together, along with my blindfold, toys, mini whips, and handcuffs. I look at everything laid out one at a time knowing he is watching me. I start to smile knowing something very good is about to happen although I don’t know yet what.
“Undress me, slave,” He tells me.
That I was not expecting. I look at my Master and see the amusement in His face as He realizes this was the last thing I expected Him to say. I lower my eyes as I move closer and reach forward to start on his shirt. He grabs my hands and pulls me against Him, telling me to look at Him. I raise my eyes, to see the promise of passion, anticipation and love. I lean forward to lick His lower lip knowing I am not worthy of kissing Him. I hear Him groan as He pulls my face closer and kisses me with every promise seen in His eyes.
I groan as I feel His arms move around me and pull me even closer still. I let my hands move around to His back holding Him as tightly as He’s holding me. I start to move my hands down his back as I move them forward to His belt. I try to put just enough room between us that I can unbuckle it, then unsnap His pants and start unzipping them. So hard to concentrate when He’s holding me like this and kissing me like THAT! ! ! ! I feel His pants start to slide down and reach between us to feel His hard cock through his boxers. I groan as I feel how hard He is and am so happy to be pleasing to Him. Finally we break the kiss and I kneel down to take His pants totally off of him, then reach up to take the boxers off as well. He is removing His shirt at the same time. I reach up and take His hard cock in my hand gently stroking it as I lean forward and stick my tongue out to gently lick the tip, before slowly encircling the head, as I take him in my mouth little by little, wrapping my tongue all around Him. I feel Him twitch in my mouth as I take in more and more teasing with my tongue, and finally feel Him in my throat and I groan knowing the effect it will have on Him. I start to massage His balls as I gently release Him from my mouth and start licking down His hard cock to His balls, where I lick them playfully, and then start sucking on them, one then the other, before licking my way back up His hard cock to take him fully in my mouth and throat. He only lets me suck on Him for a few more minutes before He pulls me up and bends me over the side of the bed. He starts spanking me lightly at first then getting harder and harder knowing how wet and excited this is making me. I’m getting so close and start moaning louder as my breath starts to quicken, and my whole body is tingling.
“I have not given you permission to cum,” Master tells me and I do everything in my power not to.
I think of states and capitals, counting backwards from 100, anything not to cum and make him disappointed in me. The exhaustion of driving over 4,500 miles in 4 days and no sleep, is making it hard to concentrate but what better way to see how well I will obey than to test me during my weakest moment. I struggle not to cum until finally He stops spanking me as He gets behind me and puts His hard cock in me. I squeeze Him tight and am still struggling not to cum. As He starts fucking me I squeeze him tighter and the sensations He’s creating within me are bringing me closer and closer to the edge with every stroke. I begin to feel as though I will disappoint Him when He pulls me up by my hair and whispers in my ear.
“Do not cum, slut, I have not given you permission.”
Master knows how much that turns me on, and it makes me try even harder not to disappoint Him. He’s fucking me harder and harder as I struggle not to cum and feel I’m losing the fight and about to give in when he finally says the words I am so desperate to hear.
“Cum now, Pet.”
I am finally allowed the release I crave, and I cum so hard I am barely breathing, just losing myself in the sensations of soaring, then shaking with release. I feel Master cum in me as well. He still has His hard cock in me, feeling me squeeze Him over and over, milking Him dry hoping I pleased Him as much as He pleased me.
“Thank you, Master,” I say when I’m finally able to speak.
The exhaustion of the last 3 days, the nervous adrenaline of the first meeting, relaxing shower, and then the incredible will power and mental fortitude it took to serve my Master has worn me out, as I can hardly stay awake anymore. I barely hear Him say something to me as I fall asleep. He wakes me up a few hours later; I apologize profusely and humbly as I get on the floor on my knees at his feet, feeling quite guilty that I could not stay awake any longer. I realize the time, and get up to go make my Master dinner, although I have not asked permission to move, only thinking He must be hungry and I did not make dinner and I do not want to make Him angry.
“Where are you going, slave?” He demands of me as I get up to leave.
“I’m sorry, Master. I was going to make you dinner, it’s getting late, Master.”
I keep my head bowed as I quietly speak to Him, wishing only to please. Wanting to run at the same time when I realize I never asked permission to get up. Master sees my confusion as to whether I should get back on my knees or run, and tells me to assume my proper position. I do so without hesitating knowing I’m in for punishment and not wanting to make it worse. I don’t dare look around, although the urge to do is killing me.
“Count out 5 swats, slave,” Master tells me.
I figure 5 isn’t so bad. He is a generous Master after all. Until the first swat. I feel the cane make contact in such a way as to know He means business. He is not happy with me at the moment.
“One, Master,” I say loud and clear.
SWAT
“Two, Master.” I hope to make him proud and not falter.
SWAT
“Three, Master.” I think almost done, although the urge to give in to the pain is getting easier.
SWAT
“Four, Master.” That one really hurts, my ass is burning and I refuse to give in to the pain, or cry.
SWAT
“Five, Master.”
I feel as though my ass is on fire but I refuse to give in to the pain. I have disappointed my Master once and I will not make Him disappointed in me again. I wait for permission to get up before I move. I hope I have made my Master proud for getting through my first punishment as I have. Master tells me I may rise and get ready for dinner. Dinner is already made and I am grateful I am not going to make Him wait longer than necessary to make it. Master walks over to the chair and tells me to sit. I sit where He commands although my ass would rather I stand. I do not squirm to prove to myself and my Master I can take the punishments as well as the rewards. We talk of many things over dinner, then I get up to clean up the mess in the kitchen.
“Do not worry; that will be taken care of,” He tells me as I stand at the sink.
I put the dishes in there and walk away from the sink. Master is sitting in his chair in the living room and I take my proper place next to him on the floor. We watch something on TV, I’m not sure what as I’m concentrating on my ass which is hurting, and I refuse to give in to it. We watch TV for about half an hour, when Master tells me to suck his cock. I kneel in front of Him, lean forward, stick out my tongue and lick the head of His cock, tasting His precum before leaning forward and taking Him in my mouth. I suck Him deeper into my mouth as I wrap my tongue around his cock, teasing, knowing I am pleasing Him by feeling how hard He is getting and by the twitching of His cock. Then I lean back and release Him from my mouth as I lick down His hard cock to His balls and flick my tongue over them quickly teasing Him before sucking them into my mouth one at a time. Still teasing them with my tongue then releasing them before licking my way back up His hard cock and taking Him right into my throat. I moan loving the feel of my Master and happy to be serving Him.
“Get up. Follow me to the bedroom,” Master suddenly commands.
I am worried, thinking I have disappointed Him somehow. I bite my lip as I follow Him into the bedroom. Master tells me to lie on the bed on my stomach, and puts a pillow under my stomach. Then He restrains me to the bed and I start to get worried as much as I love being tied up I am scared I have disappointed Him or made Him angry although I see no outward signs of it. He sees me watching Him, wondering what will happen next, the open fear in my eyes of having displeased Him again somehow.
“Fear and adrenaline can be your friend, don’t fight it, slave,” Master tells me sternly as He blindfolds me.
I breathe hard trying not to panic at what will happen next. All my senses are on high alert. I listen intently trying to hear what he’s doing. Not a sound. Quiet so loud it’s deafening, which frightens me even more. I hear my heart pounding in my ears so loudly it drowns out any other sound in the room. I feel Master touch my back and I jump, adrenaline pumping through me so fast and the fear trying to take over. Then that moment is over. His hand is removed. Silence again. The adrenaline rushing through me faster and faster, making me wish I wasn’t tied down or blindfolded, needing to know what is going on in the room and the innate urge to run overcomes me. But I can’t move. I start to struggle against the bonds, then jump as I hear a whisper in my ear.
“Don’t fight your fears, confront them.”
I stop struggling as my Master’s voice penetrates into my brain. He’s right, the only way to get past my fears is indeed to face them. I control my breathing little by little until I am finally back in control and not my fears. I shake slightly as the adrenaline rush stops. I feel my Master’s hand on my ass gently rubbing, not to inflict pain but as to make amends for the damage done earlier. But just as quickly I feel the small hand whip make contact with my ass as I bite my lip, not wanting to cry out as much as it hurts, closing my eyes tight behind the blindfold. I grab the bed, holding on, trying not to move, knowing it will hurt worse if I move. Only 5 swats, but feels like 50 with the pain from earlier still fresh on my ass and in my mind. I feel Master get on the bed with me. I feel His hands on my back gently rubbing His way to my ass. I want to cry out please don’t touch my ass but I do not. I can’t say the words as they ring through my brain. I will not beg for mercy. I am His property to do with as He chooses. This is what I chose, this is my life. The life of a slave. Master runs his hands gently down my ass to my thighs to my knees then back up on the inside knowing somehow that although this has been painful, for me it has also turned me on immensely. I feel Him touching my clit and inserting a finger into my dripping pussy. I groan, needing to cum so badly but do not dare. I have not been given permission. He starts fucking my pussy with His fingers as I start to meet the thrusts of His fingers with thrusts of my own. The movements painful, but pleasurable as well. Master stops finger fucking me as I feel Him moving on the bed then feel my ankles being released from the restraints.
“Get on your knees, slut,” Master tells me as He removes the pillow from under my stomach.
I get on my knees, which leaves my pussy and ass wide open for whatever Master has in mind. I feel Him get behind me as He enters my pussy and thrusts a few times, enough to get His cock drenched in my juices, before He starts entering my ass. It feels so great to have my Master in my ass. Feeling Him thrusting to get fully embedded within me. Finally he is fully in me and I feel His balls slapping against my clit as he starts thrusting hard and fast taking me to the edge of sanity. I need to cum, and I start begging to please have permission. I can’t take it anymore and just as I am about to disobey and cum without permission I feel His cock getting harder and bigger just before He cums and tells me to cum as well. I feel him cumming in my ass, which sends me over the edge of sanity and having faced my fears I cum as I never have before. Total emotional immersion.
My whole heart, mind, body and soul now fully given to my Master. He unbinds me and takes off the blindfold. I kneel at His feet thanking Him for letting me serve Him, as I start to cry from all the happiness I feel inside. I have finally found where I belong. Master helps me to my feet as He pulls down the covers on the bed and tells me to get some sleep. I feel Him get in bed behind me, snuggling up as I continue to cry knowing this is where I am supposed to be. My destiny has been fulfilled. My Master continues to hold me close as I fall asleep dreaming of the wonderful new life ahead of me. A life full of serving, rewards, punishment, joy and mostly love.
“Excuse me, do you have the time, Miss?” they ask me.
“Yes, it’s 9:30,” I say and I watch them slowly walk away.
The nervousness is now back in force. I keep checking my watch. Time seems to be standing still. Finally 15 minutes goes by, now it’s only quarter to 10. I start to pace as I walk up and down the pier, looking at the mountains, counting the birds, listening to the waves, watching the people as they walk around. I lean against the railing on the pier when He walks up behind me and says, “Excuse me.”
As I turn around He looks to my neck and smiles, seeing the tag that was lovingly put there a month before. The tag simply states: Slave “Pet” Property of Master Firm. He reaches out and takes it in His hand, barely touching my skin, although the slightest touch sets off all my nerve endings as I have to rely on the railing behind me to keep me on my feet. He smiles as He looks right at me. I look at His hand at my throat holding His ownership tag and trail my eyes up His arm to look Him in the eye. His blue eyes seem to look right through my green ones to my soul as if knowing exactly how I think and feel. He sees all my passion, love, wanting, needing, and insecurities. He lets His hand drop slowly, the back of His hand moving toward my breast, as I close my eyes and shiver in response.
“Come, Pet,” He says.
I feel His hand leave, I open my eyes. He takes me by the hand, and leads me toward the bench I was sitting on earlier. I follow obediently as we sit down and start to talk about generalities to put me at ease, knowing I’m so nervous and not wanting to rush me. It doesn’t take but a few minutes to totally relax, and feel so comfortable in His presence. Which reminds me why I fell in love with my Master in the first place. He makes me feel so secure, safe, protected, wanted and loved.
“Come on, Baby, let’s go home,” He tells me as He stands and offers me His hand. I take His hand, smile and we walk together, my hand in His as we go back to our vehicles to start my new life. A life of learning, of servitude and of love. As we get home I take my suitcase out of my truck, desperately in need of a shower. Master shows me where the bathroom is and I ask permission to clean up. I am granted permission, but as I turn to go shower He calls me to Him.
“Pet, heel.”
Without thinking I walk to Him and get on my knees at His feet, head bowed. I hear Him chuckle as He knows He has trained me well, even long distance. I am then told to go take my shower. I thank Him as I hurry to the bathroom not wanting to keep Him waiting on me any longer than is necessary. First thing I do is brush my teeth, then jump in the shower, loving the hot water, but taking care not to take to long. As I step out of the shower, I dry myself quickly, apply lotion and brush my hair. I realize Master has been standing just outside the bathroom door the whole time, not timing me, just watching. I blush as I realize what He’s done by seeing the bulge in His pants. Feeling suddenly shy, I grab my t-shirt to get dressed.
“You won’t be needing that,” I hear Him say almost as a low growl.
I put my t-shirt down and follow Him into the living room. He stops in the middle of the floor and turns around. I stop, bow my head and wait, unsure of what he wants me to do next. Master starts walking around me, checking me out. My first visual inspection. I close my eyes and pray I am worthy to serve such a wonderful Master. I feel His hands on my shoulders and neck as he moves my hair out of the way. He runs his hands down my back, swats my ass and then comes around to the front of me. I keep my head bowed and eyes closed as He starts playing with my breasts, feeling the weight of them, then pinching and teasing my nipples, before letting His hands roam down the front of me to my pussy, teasing my clit before inserting a finger into me. Master feels how wet I am from the roaming of His hands all over me, the teasing of my nipples and then Him playing with my pussy. Master brings His fingers up to my lips tracing the outline of my lips, then tells me to clean them off. I start sucking His fingers, making sure I don’t miss any, wanting to please Him. I lick my way between and all around His fingers taking extra care to make sure I get every drop, watching the bulge in His pants twitch with anticipation of my mouth and tongue around His hard cock instead of His fingers. He takes His fingers out of my mouth, watching me, then inspecting His fingers to make sure I did a good enough job.
“Heel,” He says with a slight catch in His throat, indicating a job well done.
I smile slightly to myself knowing I’m off to a good start. I do not hesitate to obey and get on my knees in front of Him, head bowed, hands on thighs, awaiting his next command. He stands there watching me, as He slowly walks around me as if expecting me to do something with out permission. I wait patiently until He commands me to assume the position which is on my knees, my forehead on the floor, and my hands behind my back in case He wishes to bind my wrists or arms in any way He chooses or not. I hear Him chuckle at how fast I respond to his commands, I smile knowing I am pleasing Him. I hear Him walk away, curiosity making me want to sneak a peek to the side of me but I know better. I stay in position. He comes back and tells me to follow Him. I follow Him into the bedroom where He put the restraint system together, along with my blindfold, toys, mini whips, and handcuffs. I look at everything laid out one at a time knowing he is watching me. I start to smile knowing something very good is about to happen although I don’t know yet what.
“Undress me, slave,” He tells me.
That I was not expecting. I look at my Master and see the amusement in His face as He realizes this was the last thing I expected Him to say. I lower my eyes as I move closer and reach forward to start on his shirt. He grabs my hands and pulls me against Him, telling me to look at Him. I raise my eyes, to see the promise of passion, anticipation and love. I lean forward to lick His lower lip knowing I am not worthy of kissing Him. I hear Him groan as He pulls my face closer and kisses me with every promise seen in His eyes.
I groan as I feel His arms move around me and pull me even closer still. I let my hands move around to His back holding Him as tightly as He’s holding me. I start to move my hands down his back as I move them forward to His belt. I try to put just enough room between us that I can unbuckle it, then unsnap His pants and start unzipping them. So hard to concentrate when He’s holding me like this and kissing me like THAT! ! ! ! I feel His pants start to slide down and reach between us to feel His hard cock through his boxers. I groan as I feel how hard He is and am so happy to be pleasing to Him. Finally we break the kiss and I kneel down to take His pants totally off of him, then reach up to take the boxers off as well. He is removing His shirt at the same time. I reach up and take His hard cock in my hand gently stroking it as I lean forward and stick my tongue out to gently lick the tip, before slowly encircling the head, as I take him in my mouth little by little, wrapping my tongue all around Him. I feel Him twitch in my mouth as I take in more and more teasing with my tongue, and finally feel Him in my throat and I groan knowing the effect it will have on Him. I start to massage His balls as I gently release Him from my mouth and start licking down His hard cock to His balls, where I lick them playfully, and then start sucking on them, one then the other, before licking my way back up His hard cock to take him fully in my mouth and throat. He only lets me suck on Him for a few more minutes before He pulls me up and bends me over the side of the bed. He starts spanking me lightly at first then getting harder and harder knowing how wet and excited this is making me. I’m getting so close and start moaning louder as my breath starts to quicken, and my whole body is tingling.
“I have not given you permission to cum,” Master tells me and I do everything in my power not to.
I think of states and capitals, counting backwards from 100, anything not to cum and make him disappointed in me. The exhaustion of driving over 4,500 miles in 4 days and no sleep, is making it hard to concentrate but what better way to see how well I will obey than to test me during my weakest moment. I struggle not to cum until finally He stops spanking me as He gets behind me and puts His hard cock in me. I squeeze Him tight and am still struggling not to cum. As He starts fucking me I squeeze him tighter and the sensations He’s creating within me are bringing me closer and closer to the edge with every stroke. I begin to feel as though I will disappoint Him when He pulls me up by my hair and whispers in my ear.
“Do not cum, slut, I have not given you permission.”
Master knows how much that turns me on, and it makes me try even harder not to disappoint Him. He’s fucking me harder and harder as I struggle not to cum and feel I’m losing the fight and about to give in when he finally says the words I am so desperate to hear.
“Cum now, Pet.”
I am finally allowed the release I crave, and I cum so hard I am barely breathing, just losing myself in the sensations of soaring, then shaking with release. I feel Master cum in me as well. He still has His hard cock in me, feeling me squeeze Him over and over, milking Him dry hoping I pleased Him as much as He pleased me.
“Thank you, Master,” I say when I’m finally able to speak.
The exhaustion of the last 3 days, the nervous adrenaline of the first meeting, relaxing shower, and then the incredible will power and mental fortitude it took to serve my Master has worn me out, as I can hardly stay awake anymore. I barely hear Him say something to me as I fall asleep. He wakes me up a few hours later; I apologize profusely and humbly as I get on the floor on my knees at his feet, feeling quite guilty that I could not stay awake any longer. I realize the time, and get up to go make my Master dinner, although I have not asked permission to move, only thinking He must be hungry and I did not make dinner and I do not want to make Him angry.
“Where are you going, slave?” He demands of me as I get up to leave.
“I’m sorry, Master. I was going to make you dinner, it’s getting late, Master.”
I keep my head bowed as I quietly speak to Him, wishing only to please. Wanting to run at the same time when I realize I never asked permission to get up. Master sees my confusion as to whether I should get back on my knees or run, and tells me to assume my proper position. I do so without hesitating knowing I’m in for punishment and not wanting to make it worse. I don’t dare look around, although the urge to do is killing me.
“Count out 5 swats, slave,” Master tells me.
I figure 5 isn’t so bad. He is a generous Master after all. Until the first swat. I feel the cane make contact in such a way as to know He means business. He is not happy with me at the moment.
“One, Master,” I say loud and clear.
SWAT
“Two, Master.” I hope to make him proud and not falter.
SWAT
“Three, Master.” I think almost done, although the urge to give in to the pain is getting easier.
SWAT
“Four, Master.” That one really hurts, my ass is burning and I refuse to give in to the pain, or cry.
SWAT
“Five, Master.”
I feel as though my ass is on fire but I refuse to give in to the pain. I have disappointed my Master once and I will not make Him disappointed in me again. I wait for permission to get up before I move. I hope I have made my Master proud for getting through my first punishment as I have. Master tells me I may rise and get ready for dinner. Dinner is already made and I am grateful I am not going to make Him wait longer than necessary to make it. Master walks over to the chair and tells me to sit. I sit where He commands although my ass would rather I stand. I do not squirm to prove to myself and my Master I can take the punishments as well as the rewards. We talk of many things over dinner, then I get up to clean up the mess in the kitchen.
“Do not worry; that will be taken care of,” He tells me as I stand at the sink.
I put the dishes in there and walk away from the sink. Master is sitting in his chair in the living room and I take my proper place next to him on the floor. We watch something on TV, I’m not sure what as I’m concentrating on my ass which is hurting, and I refuse to give in to it. We watch TV for about half an hour, when Master tells me to suck his cock. I kneel in front of Him, lean forward, stick out my tongue and lick the head of His cock, tasting His precum before leaning forward and taking Him in my mouth. I suck Him deeper into my mouth as I wrap my tongue around his cock, teasing, knowing I am pleasing Him by feeling how hard He is getting and by the twitching of His cock. Then I lean back and release Him from my mouth as I lick down His hard cock to His balls and flick my tongue over them quickly teasing Him before sucking them into my mouth one at a time. Still teasing them with my tongue then releasing them before licking my way back up His hard cock and taking Him right into my throat. I moan loving the feel of my Master and happy to be serving Him.
“Get up. Follow me to the bedroom,” Master suddenly commands.
I am worried, thinking I have disappointed Him somehow. I bite my lip as I follow Him into the bedroom. Master tells me to lie on the bed on my stomach, and puts a pillow under my stomach. Then He restrains me to the bed and I start to get worried as much as I love being tied up I am scared I have disappointed Him or made Him angry although I see no outward signs of it. He sees me watching Him, wondering what will happen next, the open fear in my eyes of having displeased Him again somehow.
“Fear and adrenaline can be your friend, don’t fight it, slave,” Master tells me sternly as He blindfolds me.
I breathe hard trying not to panic at what will happen next. All my senses are on high alert. I listen intently trying to hear what he’s doing. Not a sound. Quiet so loud it’s deafening, which frightens me even more. I hear my heart pounding in my ears so loudly it drowns out any other sound in the room. I feel Master touch my back and I jump, adrenaline pumping through me so fast and the fear trying to take over. Then that moment is over. His hand is removed. Silence again. The adrenaline rushing through me faster and faster, making me wish I wasn’t tied down or blindfolded, needing to know what is going on in the room and the innate urge to run overcomes me. But I can’t move. I start to struggle against the bonds, then jump as I hear a whisper in my ear.
“Don’t fight your fears, confront them.”
I stop struggling as my Master’s voice penetrates into my brain. He’s right, the only way to get past my fears is indeed to face them. I control my breathing little by little until I am finally back in control and not my fears. I shake slightly as the adrenaline rush stops. I feel my Master’s hand on my ass gently rubbing, not to inflict pain but as to make amends for the damage done earlier. But just as quickly I feel the small hand whip make contact with my ass as I bite my lip, not wanting to cry out as much as it hurts, closing my eyes tight behind the blindfold. I grab the bed, holding on, trying not to move, knowing it will hurt worse if I move. Only 5 swats, but feels like 50 with the pain from earlier still fresh on my ass and in my mind. I feel Master get on the bed with me. I feel His hands on my back gently rubbing His way to my ass. I want to cry out please don’t touch my ass but I do not. I can’t say the words as they ring through my brain. I will not beg for mercy. I am His property to do with as He chooses. This is what I chose, this is my life. The life of a slave. Master runs his hands gently down my ass to my thighs to my knees then back up on the inside knowing somehow that although this has been painful, for me it has also turned me on immensely. I feel Him touching my clit and inserting a finger into my dripping pussy. I groan, needing to cum so badly but do not dare. I have not been given permission. He starts fucking my pussy with His fingers as I start to meet the thrusts of His fingers with thrusts of my own. The movements painful, but pleasurable as well. Master stops finger fucking me as I feel Him moving on the bed then feel my ankles being released from the restraints.
“Get on your knees, slut,” Master tells me as He removes the pillow from under my stomach.
I get on my knees, which leaves my pussy and ass wide open for whatever Master has in mind. I feel Him get behind me as He enters my pussy and thrusts a few times, enough to get His cock drenched in my juices, before He starts entering my ass. It feels so great to have my Master in my ass. Feeling Him thrusting to get fully embedded within me. Finally he is fully in me and I feel His balls slapping against my clit as he starts thrusting hard and fast taking me to the edge of sanity. I need to cum, and I start begging to please have permission. I can’t take it anymore and just as I am about to disobey and cum without permission I feel His cock getting harder and bigger just before He cums and tells me to cum as well. I feel him cumming in my ass, which sends me over the edge of sanity and having faced my fears I cum as I never have before. Total emotional immersion.
My whole heart, mind, body and soul now fully given to my Master. He unbinds me and takes off the blindfold. I kneel at His feet thanking Him for letting me serve Him, as I start to cry from all the happiness I feel inside. I have finally found where I belong. Master helps me to my feet as He pulls down the covers on the bed and tells me to get some sleep. I feel Him get in bed behind me, snuggling up as I continue to cry knowing this is where I am supposed to be. My destiny has been fulfilled. My Master continues to hold me close as I fall asleep dreaming of the wonderful new life ahead of me. A life full of serving, rewards, punishment, joy and mostly love.
