I was sitting in my favorite watering whole one night thinking over the events of the day and dreaming of seeing the cute little bar tender with a lot more skin showing when I heard a “Bill is that you?” over my shoulder. Turning on the bar stool I saw a female face I know I knew but couldn’t place, (I hate when that happens!!).

As she was going on about how long it has been, I still look the same, was I still married, etc., I was still trying to place her. She was tall maybe5’11” or 6’ with dark hair which like mine was starting to show some gray. She carried herself well, holding her shoulders back and her back straight. As you know this stance will force the breasts to stand out and this lady had some great breasts!!! Her coat hid her waist but I assumed by the long lean legs it would not be out of proportion.

I was brought back from the recon of her body when I heard “you don’t remember me do you”? As I looked up and saw a bit of a look of disappointment on her face. “ I’m sorry but I’m closing in on being a true old fart and it does seem the memory is the first to go “ I said with a bit of a grin. She smiled back and said she was familiar with the problem and said “ I’m Lana, I used to date Steve and you and I used to dance a lot at Outter Inn when you where married. Does that help?”

YES IT DID! All the good memories came back. I got up and hugged her and offered her a drink.

She said not then, as she was there to meet some of the people she worked with but would come back later if I were going to stay for a while. “I’ll be here” I told her giving her a kiss on her cheek. She smiled kind of a’ remembering when’ smile and said she would be back, turned and went to find her friends.

Lana, I thought to myself. She was one of the people you meet, when there is no way to do anything about it, you know? Just a matter of bad timing. I was married at the time and she was dating a friend of mine. We would meet mostly by chance at the bar and clear the floor dancing the fast songs then she would press against me all the way up and down on the slow ones. When she felt My manhood stiffening she would press harder with her hips, making it difficult to walk much less dance. Some kissing would follow inside then we would leave to go home, sometimes kissing harder in a car and I would feel those monster breasts for a bit but she would never go much further. She knew my wife and would not cheat on her, so I would be left with a bad case of sore nuts!!

Two drinks later still lost in thought of Lana and what I would do with the bartender’s ass given a chance, I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Care to dance fella?” Lana said. A slow blues tune was on and without answering I took her hand and led to the dance floor. She had taken off her coat and I could see her nipples pushing the silk blouse to a firm point, a good sign I thought. We didn’t talk just danced. She was pressed as tight to me as she was years ago. After the song I led her from the floor, she asked “only one dance” and I said “I’m to old to play those games anymore”. “Then why don’t we sit in a booth and talk?” she said.

We sat down and the waitress brought our drinks over. We talked about old times and new times for a while. Another slow blues came on and she wanted to dance. I said no and that’s when her hand went to my thigh. Lana looked at me raised her hand to my crotch, gave me a light kiss while she was rubbing my cock “Please” and away we went. She was even tighter to my crotch then before. Kissing deep during the dance the temperature was rising!

Leading her back to the booth Lana kept her breast against my arm. When we sat down I looked at her and told her I wasn’t sure this was a good idea to pursue. She asked “why”. I looked at her and told her that my sexual tastes had taken a bit of a turn and I didn’t think it would suit her. With a puzzled look she asked “What, Are you into bondage or something?” with a bit of nervous laugh. “Pretty close to it” is all I said. That sat her back in her seat and gave me a bit of a inner laugh. After a bit of watching the gears turn in her head she again asked, “can we dance again please”

While dancing Lana asked about what takes place during My sex encounters, was I into whips and chains, what does the woman do? I told her that it is a form of ‘dance’ and explained some of the D/s relationship. I don’t use chains or ties as to My tastes if they are needed the sub doesn’t want to be trained bad enough, but a riding crop or cat o nine will come to play if proper respect wasn’t shown. Walking back to the booth I figured she would be up and out of there quickly but she sat back down, again the gears turning in her head

“If I say yes and don’t like it will you stop?” “Anytime you want “ I told her. I went on to explain what a training session would consist of. A safe word to stop the activity, her behavior as a sub as in not looking at her Master unless told to, her total submission to Him and that if there were 2 questionings of commands she would be sent home and not allowed to return.

She asked to be let out of the booth and walked to the bathroom, coming out Lana stopped by the other table’ got her coat and said goodbye to her friends. I figured that’s the end of this story, she’s running away. As she came to the table her head turned down, she said she was ready to start her training. She turned and started to walk to the door but I called her back. “First I have not accepted you as a trainee yet, second you did not address Me as Sir or Master as you were told to do, third you were not told to walk out yet. If the latter 2 items would have happened during a scene you would have earned 5 stokes of the riding crop for each. Do you understand this?”

‘Yes Sir’ she replied. ‘Please forgive me Sir as I have never attempted anything like this before.’ “Do you wish to proceed with this type of training?” I asked. ‘yes Sir if You will have me’ I lifted her face to look at Me, “Then go to the rest room and remove your bra and your pantyhose, then W/we will leave.”..’ but Sir I will be embarrassed if my friends see me without my bra’ she pleaded. “Do your tits hang to your waist if the are not supported?” I asked. ‘no sir they are still firm but my nipples.’ I then cut her off saying “whether or not you are embarrassed is not a concern of Mine! Your wanting to please Me is the only concern. Is THAT Clear?” ‘Yes Sir but I have to work with’ Cutting her off again I said “ you may ware your coat out and walk out around their table if you wish. Now make your decision rejoin your friends and be done or follow your instructions, you have 5 minutes to be at the door as instructed.” With her head down she said “I will be there Master.”

As W/we entered My house I looked at her and asked “one last time, are you sure you wish to learn how pain and submission will lead to pleasure little one?” yes Sir she replied. “Then remove your close starting with your dress leaving only panties and kneel as you were told.”

She started unbuttoning the full length dress and I instructed her “lower it slowly to your ankles then turn around and do the same with your slip so I may see your ass” ‘yes Sir’ she said turning and slipping her thumbs into the slip and slowly lowering it. The years and not having children were kind to My newfound toy, as her ass had a lovely heart shape to the small of her back and the thighs were still firm. Raising up she turned again to face Me then started unbuttoning her silk blouse.

I have to admit that what I wanted to touch and suck so long ago was about to be offered to Me to be was making Me very excited. When the last button was undone she slowly slid the right shoulder off to the top of her breast then did the same with the left. ‘may I remove my blouse Master’ ..“You may little one” with permission Lana unclenched her fist allowing the garment to fall to the floor. She may have been new to submission but I don’t think this was the first time she had stripped for anyone!

I walked over to My new toy and walked around her to get My first touch of her flesh. From behind her I placed both hands on Lana’s waist then moved them to her ass digging My nails into her skin “your ass is Mine to do with as I wish, do you agree?” yes Master she said softly. Then moving to her front I cupped both breasts in My hands and lifted them a bit causing Lana to moan at the touch. I moved My hands to the sides and allowed them to slide free bringing My palms around each side to touch the soft swell of her cleavage. “Did you enjoy teasing Me into erection and leaving me years ago little one?” ‘no Sir I wish I didn’t have to do that then’

Lifting My hand and giving her a hard slap with an open hand to the side of her breast “Don’t you lie to Me slut!! W/we will deal in truth and its consequences here.” After she regained her breath from the suprise attack to her breast she gasped ‘yes sir anything you want Sir.’ Turning from her I walked to My leather seat, turned to look at her “remove your panties and slowly crawl to me.”

Lana was close to crying now, having I doubt, ever had a man who wasn’t doing her bidding to earn her favor not to mention treating her like a slut! As I looked at her lovely nipples standing at erection Lana lowered her panties and raising back up for just an instance before dropping to her knees and crawling to Me as her D-cup tits swayed with her movement. “Unbutton My pants, remove them and My shorts” which my toy did without hesitation. I sat down on the chair and said,“ Place My Manhood between your tits and stroke the shaft and head slut.” Immediately she rested her breasts high on My spread thighs, pink nipples looking up to Me. I felt her lips and tongue circle My cock and begin to glide up and down. I let this go on for a few minutes loving the conquest on this ‘Professional Woman into slut’.

Then I rose so fast that the movement set her back onto her ass. “Did I tell you to could suck My cock yet slut” Lana looked at me with supprise and a little fear ‘I thought you….’ Cutting her off I said “You were told to stoke it!! You haven’t earned the pleasure of sucking it yet bitch! You will now learn the first of what punishment is!” I grabbed a hand full of hair and pulled her whimpering to her feet “Spread your legs wide then bend over the arm of the chair NOW BITCH!”

Once in position I ordered her to reach down and spread her lips to show Me her clit. OOOHHHH this was lovely. Lana was now starting to cry at the humiliation, begging forgiveness and promising to learn faster. I stepped back to view the pink sex hole and the brown ass hole I knew I was going to fuck. Then raising My hand the first delivery of her punishment to the top of her thigh and lower ass. Lana raised off the arm trying to protest but I forced her back down with My free hand and continued to deliver the spankings with the other.

Her sweet ass was beginning to glow after the third slap Lana was begging for Me to stop so I asked her “If you want Me to stop use your safe word But you will leave immediately. You will wear only your coat and you will not return” At once she settled back on the arm looking up and saying she did not wish to leave. I told her for breaking the delivery sequence, it would have to begin all over and she was to hold My cock while accepting the punishment. If she let go for even a second she was gone. Still crying she put her right hand back between her legs and opened her lips then put her left around My cock.

I began again 1,2 I stopped and caressed her soft ass and giving each cheek a kiss,3,4,5 to both ass and thighs. The ass had a lovely red color Lana was squeezing My cock so hard that it may have come off. I bent down to kiss the tender skin again so sweet to the taste and soft to the touch. I slid 2 fingers into her slit, it was soaked with her juice which I spread over her pink skin knowing it would both sting at 1st and cool afterwards. “Now My pet do you see what your actions can bring?”.. ‘yes master’ “and how does your sweet ass feel” ‘oooo it stings sir but I love your soft touches afterward’

Moving behind her I placed My cock on the seam of her ass then started to trace her back with My fingertips. I rubbed the head over her cheeks and got high enough so My balls were against her. ”Now My pet wet your finger with juice and hold My Manhood between your lips but do not let it enter your pussy”

She did as told and I started to rub My head back and forth between her clit and anus. A few minutes of this and it was soaked with her sex juice including My balls, all the while her hand making sure it never left her sopping channel. Lana started shaking from her legs begging ‘please Sir fuck me with your cock please Sir please’ “What are you for Me” ‘your fuck toy, your whore, please fuck your toy Sir please’ I was close to cumming but she wasn’t going to get her wish yet! “go to the couch and lay on your back close to the edge.” Raising from the chair arm she moved like she was drunk still pleading ‘please Master fuck me, fuck your slut, let me release your cum’ “You will My pet but not in that manor. I am going to fuck the tits I wanted before.”

Straddling her, one foot on the floor, a knee on the other side of her. Without coaching she held both breasts together to cradle Me. ‘please fuck me Master please’ lifting My foot on the couch I placed the side on her clit. “you will fuck me with your tits and suck My cock at the top of the stroke, you may rub your sex against Me but you will not come until you have My seed in your mouth and on your face do you understand?” ‘yes Master please let me have your come, paint me with your cum, please Master’

I started stroking through her tits, wet with her pussy juice. At the top of each stroke as instructed her lips took my cock in and her tongue licked My head. Her hips were writhing against My foot trying to keep contact on her large wet clit. God my foot was soaked with hot pussy juice. “ Fuck Me you cheap little tease!! See how your actions will come back to you!!!” I took each nipple in My fingers pulling and pinching hard on them. This caused her to start bucking, with each buck her chest rose against My balls rubbing them. As I kept the head of My cock between her tits. I knew this was it “take My cock in your hands and stroke My cum from it, paint your face and drink My seed”

As she stroked I released all the cum I wanted to give her from the past, it was the most intense organism I’ve had in years Lana started screaming and bucking her hips against my foot for her own release. As My cum started flowing My slave was screaming ‘ yes Master cum on your whore please Master show your slut she’s been a good fuck’ After I spent all the cum in My body I used My cock to spread it around her lovely face. “ are you proud to wear my seed little one?” ‘yes Master I wanted to please You however you wanted. May I ask what it will take to earn your Manhood in my pussy Sir’

I slid down on the couch and took her in My arms brushing her brown hair from her eyes. “If you wish to continue your training as a slave you will earn that pleasure soon. Your anus will also be explored and you will learn about displaying in public for Me. It is your decision, do you want to continue?”

‘yes Sir’ was all she said as W/we went to sleep.

Orin watched them bring her in, her gate strong and angular as if she were use to flying rather than walking. She wore a fitted garment of every shade of blue imaginable from the darkest night to the brightest sky. It flared at her hips falling to the floor in a peacock type fashion. Orin knew that her master called her Lady Bird, and that he took delighted in treating her as her namesake. Orin had been invited to watch her dance, a privilege reserved for only the highest of guild Masters. He had just acquired the position of Master of the Horse, a place second only to the Master of the Sword, Gabriel. He was younger than most here; only 25, and these kinds of events were still unknown to him. Lady Bird wore a specially fitted mask that blinded her to the crowd. Its golden contours gave her all the features of a fierce bird of prey, a stunning opposite to her delicate build.
“My friends, I have invited you to this ceremony for three reasons. One is to welcome our new Master of the Horse, Orin.”

The crowd cheered offering a toast of congratulations and Kye turned her gaze briefly to him. Orin smiled softly bowing his head to her, and laughed as she snapped her attention back to her father.

Gabriel held his hand up for silence, “The second reason is to celebrate the 18th year of my daughter, Kye.”

Again there were cheers this time accompanied by bawdy whistles that caused Kye to blush. Orin wished to take her out of there and found himself actually on his feet when Gabriel called the crowd to silence once more.

“The last reason is that tonight I give my daughter to the bonds of slavery.”

Kye gasped as her captors forced her head to the floor, she struggled almost managing to break their hold, but was brought up short by her fathers command.

“Be still woman.”

Orin’s heart wrenched as he watched a humiliated tear slide down her cheek.

“As a slave she would be auctioned to the highest bidder.” There were more cheers and a few numbers called out, but Gabriel shook his head and continued, “My gift to my daughter for her birthday though is to allow her to choose to what house she would belong to.”

The men holding Kye released her so abruptly that she cried out glancing wildly around the room like freighted animal. Her wildness more than her beauty reached into Orin’s soul and he heard his heart call out to her, speaking in the same soothing manner he would to calm a new mare in a paddock. She froze trembling, and then tilted her head toward his as if to listen. He began to coax her to him, centering his mind on calming her, meeting her gaze to assure her. She walked toward him, enthralled with his gaze and he reached out to take hold of her lead, the movement startled her and she bolted to the other side of the hall. He watched as she approached each Master, in turn, with a wary eye. Orin held his breath when she drew too close to another knowing that if they could capture her she would be lost to him. But as she neared each one she cast her gaze back toward Orin and then spun out of their reach. He waited knowing now what Gabriel wanted of him, Kye would be his. She approached him last coming within easy reach of him, but unlike the others he did not reach for her. He feigned interest in his glass and the placement of his eating utensils knowing that she, like any animal, would resent his inattention. She caught the gist of the game too late, for as she stepped forward again her collar lead brushed the back of Orin’s hand and he leapt toward her grasping her by the hair in a movement so fast that she barely had time to register what was happening. He forced her to the ground at his feet as the crowd around him roared its approval.

“So be it!” Gabriel announced over the cheers, “By show of might, the life of a slave known as Kye will be given to the Master of the Horse.”

Orin moved so as to wrap Kye in his arms, an embrace of lovers that made her shiver. He smoothed back her hair placing a kiss on her shoulder and whispered words that in her years to come she would work hard for, “Good girl.”

Orin sighed heavily as he watched the moon fill the night sky. The gentle shuffling of sleeping horses blended softly with the night breeze creating a lullaby that in the past would have lulled him into sleep, but tonight there would be no comfort. It had been two weeks since Kye, his slave had been delivered to him and still she spoke not a word. She sat on the battlements of his great house and looked toward the sky, sometimes not moving for days. He’d given her new clothing, and set up her own room so that she would not feel trapped by him, but each day her sadness grew. He remembered the passion that had inspired him to claim her but now that he had her doubt assailed him. Was he strong enough to conquer the Sword Masters daughter? Was his knowledge enough to mold her into the thing of beauty her mother was? Could he woo her heart as well as her spirit, or would he be doomed to watch the body of love and not taste it. He laughed softly at himself wondering when he had become such a philosopher. He had all a man could desire, a house so large you needed a map to find your way through it, a position of honor in the Masters Guild, and servants to attend his every need, but when days were hard and his heart was troubled he could always be found where he had began, in the stables. He had trained a great many stable hands and many more horses, the skill seemed born to him, but he could not fathom how to start training this girl.

“My lord?” The soft questioning voice of his apprentice Marcus stirred Orin from his thoughts.

“What is it boy?” Orin said smiling at the dark eyes that peeked up at him from the door of the stable.

“The mare that arrived yesterday my lord, she’s still quivering with fear. I’ve tried everything but I can’t seem to calm her.”

Markus had Orin’s gift with horses, but lacked the confidence to trust his heart. “Have you bathed and brushed her?”

“Yes m’lord.”

“Have you fed her and gotten her settled into her home?”

The boy nodded so vigorously that Orin though he might break his neck. “Well I suppose the only thing left to do is spend the night with her.”

Marcus frowned, “How will that help?”

“She’s in a strange place boy, with strange people and she is probably lonely. Stay close to her, eat with her, sing to her, until she knows she is not alone.”

“Yes my lord!” Marcus scrambled with excitement to do as he was told. The mare in question wasn’t much to look at but Marcus had been in love with her since she first arrived. Orin made a mental note to gift her to the boy if he could make progress with her. He sat a moment longer pondering the mystery of Kye when his own advice replayed through his head, “Stay close to her, eat with her, sing to her until she knows she is not alone.” How could he have been so blind? He rose with a laugh of triumph; he would start today and infiltrate so much of her life that she would not be able to separate herself from him.

He arrived to his household with a bellow that could wake the dead, his house servant Lonnie was too his feet almost before the sound quit echoing through the halls.

“My Lord?” She said, her gaze riveted to the floor.

“Ahh, Lonnie, good. Where is Kye?”

“Asleep my lord, in her chambers.”

“Wake her, she no longer has chambers. Take all of the stuff that came with her and lock it into the pantry, gowns, soaps, everything. If she wants something she can ask me.”

Lonnie nodded and started to rise but Orin stopped her, “Further more she is allowed nothing to eat unless I feed her, she will not bathe unless I am bathing with her, and none of the servants will speak directly to her.”

“My Lord?” Lonnie protested but Orin stopped her with a raised hand.

“She is mine, and she will come to heel or she will starve. Do I make myself clear?”

Lonnie smiled up at him happy to see her Master back in control, she personally could care less for the waifish girl, but Orin was like a son to her and she would do anything to see him happy. “Absolutely my Lord.”

Orin gathered Kye’s lead; he’d taken it off her collar in an attempt to make her more comfortable. He realized now that it had been a mistake, she was a slave and he had confused her on her position from the moment she had walked through the door. He entered his bedchamber with a determined walk. Kye stood in the middle of the room as if she were planted there, her hair was platted down her back and her pale white sleeping gown made her look like a lost specter. She looked at him with such fear and confusion that for a moment he regretted his rash action but he could see no other way to reach her. With out speaking a word he began to move around the room undressing, he sang softly under his breath aware that she followed him with her midnight gaze.”

“Come to me my hearts desire,

For you are weary and alone.

Come to me my hearts desire,

For you are lost, I am your home”

Orin kept his back to her as he took off his tunic and sat on the bed. He bent to unlace his boots the song filling the room with a palatable longing. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, noting that color rushed to her cheeks, and her breath again came in shallow gasps. She still stood in the middle of his bedchamber but her hands were now knotted in her gown as if she would hold herself to that spot. He removed his pants folding them neatly, and laying them aside. He looked up to see Kye’s gaze riveted on him. Unlike most genteel ladies, who have turned around in outrage and embarrassment at the sight of his nakedness, Kye studied him with a wary interest.

“Come here girl.” Orin’s voice was soft and coaxing and he smiled in pleasure as she took an unconscious step toward him. She slowed upon seeing Orin’s smile and seemed to force herself to take each step, pausing before taking the next as if she were awaiting execution.

“Quick girl!” Orin’s command startled her into stumbling. He caught her just before she hit the floor returning her to an upright position in one fluid movement. He laughed softly smoothing the curls that had gathered around her face and pulling her closer. Her whole body tensed against the action but Orin was firm with her. He knelt and began to run his hands under the gown, starting at her ankles, and tracing her rounded shape. He made the movements swift and business like as if he were inspecting a new horse rather than a freighted girl. She did not protest as his deft hands made their way up the curve of her calves and across her buttocks, but as his fingers slipped across the soft curls between her legs she bent down to stop his hands. She realized almost immediately her mistake; he caught both of her wrists and jerked her to the floor to kneel before him.

“I have been very understanding with you girl, but do not mistake that understanding for weakness. I will touch what I wish to touch,” he pulled her body flush with his locking her arms behind her back and rubbing his lips across her temple, “and taste what I wish to taste.” She trembled but did not answer.

“Right now, tonight only, I am going to give you this choice, we can do this gently or by force.” Orin nuzzled her face to the side biting her throat taunting her softly, “Go ahead and fight me girl…you’ll like it.”

Kye flushed, dropping her gaze to the floor and her hands to her sides. Orin’s hands continued their journey up the graceful arch of her back, over her shoulders and finally to cup her full proud breasts.

“You have the body of a good slut, girl.” He pinched the nipples softly at first, rolling them between his fingers, then increasing the pressure until she whimpered.

“Good girl,” He said releasing her nipples so abruptly that she swayed toward him, “Open your legs.”

She gazed at him stupidly as if she didn’t understand the command so he pushed his hands through her clenched thighs forcing them apart. The back of his knuckles grazed her labia lips and gasped softly at the contact. He stood then forcing her to look up at him and brought the long braid over her left shoulder.

“Cross your wrists behind your back.”

Again she gazed up at him in confusion but before he could correct her position she did as instructed.

“This is the posture you will take each time I call you to my side. If I must wait longer then I think is necessary or if the posture is incorrect you will be punished.” He stepped behind her shoving her to all fours. He kicked her legs wider apart and, catching her hair, forced her head back.

“This posture we will call, Prepare.” Orin knelt behind her wrapping the braid around his fist and using his other hand to feel between her legs. “Can you guess what you are preparing for, girl?”

His fingers slid along her slit noting the wetness that had gathered there. He spread the moisture from her dark crevice to her clit making sure to flick the hard nub back and forth with each pass. Her posture relaxed as pleasure came to her in soft waves. She had almost forgotten where she was when Orin’s finger pushed it’s way into her untried body. She began to struggle but Orin just placed his knees between hers preventing her from closing them. He tilted her head back, applying steady pressure to the braid until she arched her back at a seemingly impossible angel. His growl in her ear stopped her from struggling further.

“That’s twice you’ve tried to deny me what is mine girl, despite my warnings.” He released her hair pushing her gown over her hips and pulling her taunt against him. “There will not be a third time.” She felt his hands fumble between them and then the pressure of his cock against her slit. He pulled her back against his erection, not bothering to give her body time to adjust. He clenched his teeth against the hot, moist, tight feeling that threatened to push him to orgasm before he was ready. Kye tensed against his movements as he withdrew and then plunged into her again and again. Her breath came in soft little whimpers that turned to moans as Orin brought his hand around to fondle her ample breasts paying special attention to nipples through the cloth of her gown. Kye began to pull away from him to lessen the force of his thrust
“No.” Orin corrected her pressing her to the un-giving stone floor so that she could not move away from him again. She spread her legs to allow him better access and began to tentatively push herself against him. He continued to take her, threading his fingers through hers and pinning them high over her head. He whispered soft words of encouragement as she began to buck wildly beneath him.

“Please.” Her voice was so soft Orin could hardly believe she’s spoken.

“Beg for it girl and I will give it to you.” Orin pushed in deep rotating his hips to feel every inch of her sheath.

“Please,” she moaned again not sure of what to ask for but knowing there had to be more.

Orin stilled his movements the effort causing his cock to throb inside of her with unfulfilled desire, “Please what Kye?”

She arched back into him rubbing her shoulders against his chest in a needful gesture that caused him to smile. Bringing his hands to her mouth she pressed little frantic kisses against their entwined fingers.

“Tell me Kye,” He rocked into her with slow short strokes, “Whom do you belong to?”

“You Master.

Orin’s heart soared in elation and he picked up the pace, pounding into her without mercy. “What are you?” He demanded.

“Yours Master.”

“Whose command will you listen for?”

“Yours Master.”

“Whose body will you beg for, Kye?”

“Yours Master…only yours.” She sobbed as her body shattered in pleasure, all the tension and fight draining out of her as Orin’s thick cum flowed into her. He lay there on top of her a moment, feeling his connection with her. He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades and listened to her try to slow her breathing. There were a thousand things he wanted to tell her, to show her, but for now he let her rest.

He loved feeling inside of her; she was wonderfully slick and tight. As he pumped his fingers between her legs, she emitted meowing, whimping sounds much like a tiny kitten. The noises were very low and raw and hardened him quickly.

He abruptly stopped his motions, removing his fingers. She gasped in surprise, but maintained her stance as she had been trained to do.

"Load the camera," he commanded, and she quickly ran to the drawer under the hallway table after retrieving the purchased film. Dropping the pharmacy bag on the table, she expertly loaded the camera.

Striding back to his side, she handed the loaded camera to him and clasped her hands in front of herself. Glancing at her pink painted fingernails, he arched his eyebrows questioningly at her. Her eyes widened as she realized she had forgotten the appropriate stance.

Briskly placing her hands at her side and slightly separating her legs, she looked back at him. She batted her long blonde eyelashes in his direction praying for patience and leniency. He sighed deeply; It was becoming more evident that she was in need of more strict measures.

"Sit on the sofa kitten," he requested. He snapped off the first picture while she sat naked with her back arched and knees tight together. Her hands were delicately folded in her lap. Without glancing at it, he laid the still developing picture on the coffee table and quickly prepared her for the next shot. For each one, he directed her into more nasty positions.

He took five shots (half the film) before he stopped. Laying the camera down next to the discarded pictures, he sat in a large overstuffed chair by the sofa. "Come kitten," he simply requested, and she bounded to his side. He patted his lap indicating a different position; One as familiar as the others, but less welcome.

She hesitantly lay over his lap, her ass arched to receive his spankings. He did not spank her every session, only when he felt he needed to draw attention to her laziness. This was one of those times.

He could hear her already whimpering in anticipation of her punishment. He raised his open hand and let it come down on her perfect white cheeks. He did not hold back with his aggressive strikes on her bottom; It was not playtime. His very first smack left a large red palm print on her right cheek. Her whole ass would be bright red and warm before he was finished.

She was allowed to cry quietly during her occasional spankings, so long as she made a minimal amount of noise. Her tears ran down her face as he continued his assault on her, but she did not move. If she moved, even slightly, it would be worse for her.

He only stopped when he was satisfied her bottom would remain red and sore through their afternoon session. Gently lifting her from his lap, he wiped away her tears and hushed her with his voice. He explained to her the necessity of the spanking and how it was for her own good. She nodded. "Kiss me kitten so I know you understand," he demanded. She leaned into him and he allowed her to kiss his mouth with her ripe young lips.

After the chaste kiss, he positioned her for the next photograph. He took four more shots, all exposing her beautiful red behind. She was asked to stand and show it for his pleasure. He choose to save one shot for later.

She had always been a perfect young lady. She attended the local Catholic High School, where she never missed a day and was an A student. She was always a good girl; Her parents were proud.

Her route home from school each day led her past a pharmacy. Walking in, she made her usual purchase of Polaroid film. The cashier accepted her cash and put the receipt in the bag. He curiously watched her leave the store; her crisp plaid skirt bouncing behind her. He took a moment to wonder why such a beautiful school girl needed film everyday, but was quick to dismiss the question when another customer stepped up to his register.

Since she was perfect high school senior, and never gave her parents a moments worry, they never questioned her many after school activities. According to her parents, she was president of many clubs and societies that required her complete devotion. She also spent time after school in the local library completing her always perfect homework. In actuality she spent no time staying after school or at the library; she had developed other interests.

Walking several blocks past the pharmacy and turning down Oak Street, she approached a large Victorian style house on the right hand side of the street. Without a moments hesitation, she turned into the driveway and walked up to the front door. An observer might assume this was her home, but it was not.

As she approached the heavy wooden door, it swung open to receive her as if her arrival was expected.

She entered the darkened living room of the home on Oak Street and stood in the center of the room holding her books close to her chest. A voice asked her if she had made her purchase as requested. He asked this question of her every day, and her reply was always the same, "Yes sir," as she lifted the little white bag with the film for him to see. "That's a good little girl kitten, leave it on the table," She dropped the bag in the same place as she did yesterday and the day before.

This ritual was how they started each afternoon together. It was more symbolic than necessary. It eased her into a lifestyle very different from her schoolgirl/daughter life. It was designed to soothe and woo her into a state of mind he desired.

"Strip kitten," he reminded her when she hesitated, as she sometimes did, to proceed on to the next step of their ritual. He was always more lenient during this part of their sessions. He allowed that she needed some transitional time.

She nodded an apology and started to disrobe. She slowly pulled off her white cardigan, dropping it on the chair next to her. Then unbuttoned her starched, white, blouse, gentle not to muss up the lace. She folded the shirt more carefully than the sweater it ended up laying on top of.

Leaving her white cotton bra on, she reached behind herself to unzip her skirt, allowing it fall past her hips and hit the ground by her feet. Using her toe, she lifted the skirt until it reached her fingertips and could be discarded on top of her other removed clothing.

She quickly slipped out of her white sneakers then rolled her knee length navy blue socks down her long legs. The socks were each placed inside a sneaker. She stood up straight and proud like he had taught her and looked him in the eyes.

Without further prodding, she bite her tender pink lip and reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra letting it gradually fall of her shoulders. As it dropped to the floor her pink nipples were exposed to him.

This effected him the same way no matter how many times he experienced seeing her. Her natural, pure beauty took his breath away.

Hooking her fingers into her panties, she inched them down slowly and left them on the floor. Occasionally, he had her put on panties he had purchased so he could keep them after her departure, but today, he wanted her exposed.

He noticed she took a large breath and held it as she anticipated what his desires would be for this afternoon. He grinned and stepped forward and began her daily inspection.

He touched her hair, ran his hands over her body touching her everywhere. She often closed her eyes when his fingers rubbed her nipples or slipped between her legs. Sometimes he allowed that, others, he insisted she keep them open so he could fully see what she was experiencing.

She had very light blonde short hairs between her legs that he allowed her to keep. They were barely noticeable and although he would have preferred to have her shaved smooth, he did not want to take a chance at alarming her parents if they should happen to accidentally notice. For now, he allowed it.

He barked at her to open her legs as he first gently explored her slit then roughly entered her. He smiled as he felt the wetness. He recalled how dry she use to be at first. Her desire pleased him. She opened her eyes wide and gasped as he rammed his finger deep inside her cunt.

To Be Continued...

Finally, finally a meeting with him. Kathy shook inside a little as she thought about it. He had teased her for so long online. Every detail he teased her with seemed pulled from her mind. Wicked sensual thoughts, dreams she buried deep, almost ashamed at the raw need they exposed. They had talked back and forth, flirtatious sexy banter. Each time he pushed her more, pulled her closer as she did his bidding. She had sat so many times, dressed as he instructed. Sometimes she wore nothing; other times items he carefully chose. Shoes that arched her calf just so and nothing else, a t-shirt that barely covered her puffy nipples. Lingerie in lace and satin, colors that accented her beauty. She stared at the screen, placing the nipple clamps on as he commanded, pulled herself painfully, wetness seeping her chair as she did his bidding, loving the sensations of lost control, subjugation to another's will. Kathy pushed fingers in her pussy, her ass as told, sucking them as she frantically typed to let him know she was his pet, his slave. The hours blurred into orgasm and frustration, as she wanted real flesh to taste, to smell, run her tongue over. After finally pleading online to her new master, an action that seemed to please him immensely, he relented. It was so simple in the end. Another e-mail like so many others, but this one short and direct. A time, a place, clothes to wear, items to bring. No hello, no small talk. She read and obeyed; knowing that this session with this man was for him, and through that for her as well.

She arrived exactly as arranged. Kathy stood as tall as she could, hoping her swell of breasts would please him. He had not asked for slut clothes, which surprised her. Instead she wore a navy pantsuit, white blouse. Tasteful and simple she was surprised that this nonsexual clothing was having the opposite effect on her. Her panties were soaked through as she stood at the door, the lace of her bra rubbing so teasingly against her nipples. She carried a small bag, its contents well known to her already, her scent on all of them. He opened the door, saying nothing at first, eyes locked on her for an agonizing time. He did not sweep over her body, instead fixing his gaze on her eyes. Kathy crumbled inside, casting her eyes down, compliant.

"Better....better. If you come in Kathy, you are mine for the whole time. I want you to understand that. This is your choice, but you will be pushed harder that in the past. I know your safeword, but remember. If you use it we are over. Trust yourself and trust me and we'll find out what you really crave, need. Decide Kathy, NOW." He waited, face expressionless, giving her no hints.

She stood trembling, as a thousand bees bit her insides. Kathy hesitated for only a second, his words ringing in her as she stepped in and without command, assumed her position. She was on her knees in his home, her head down on the floor, hands back waiting for his desires.

He circled her; silently taking his jacket off, dropping it in front of her still bowed face. He pulled her chin up then, pulling her up to a sitting position. Forcefully he tore her suit from her, ripping fabric as he went, brutal but so fast she never had a chance to breathe or react. In a blink she went from dressed to now prostrate, only her bra and thong still on. Taking her hair now he pulled her up fully. Kathy felt the cold metal, the 'clink' as the cuffs secured her hand back, hard as it pushed her tits out, her arms back far behind her. He casually smiled to himself as he cut her bra off, holding it in front of her eyes. As Kathy felt the metal of the scissors on her thigh as he traced her outline she came inside a little, the liquid staining the front dark. He saw this dark evidence and again held her hair, pulling it hard, his lips on her ear.

"Were you told to cum slut?....were you given permission....?" he hissed in her ear, his breath scalding her.

" No sir...no.." Kathy managed to squeak out finally, her breathing coming in gasps now as he bent her down.

" Ankles cunt.... hold your ankles. You WILL NOT CUM WITHOUT PERMISSION FROM ME!..........Thank me for each reminder of what you are with me..."

He no longer held the scissors, instead pulled her underwear down to her knees, pulling her legs as far apart as they would go. Standing there with her legs spread, her panties at her knees Kathy felt humiliated, hot, close to Cumming again. She bit her lip so he could not see. Kathy bent down farther, hands gripping her ankles as he started to hit her. God the heat from each blow on her naked ass was more than she had felt from other masters. His hand seemed to be huge, each spank leaving a red handprint. At each one Kathy said "thank you sir, thank you", each one more sincere than the last. At 20 he stopped. Kathy was leaking down her thighs now, orgasm so close to the surface. GOD, please... please... touch me she thought in her head. Instead he stood back, now finishing his own disrobing. Kathy had her head down still so did not see the engorged cock as it bobbed in front of her hair that spilled down. He tapped the back of her head lightly then. Greedily she opened her mouth, hoping to draw him in. Again he was so controlled, wanting to fuck her mouth now, instead just resting it beyond her open hole. Kathy could smell him, his soap, the sweat on him now rising.

He finally stepped forward, pushing his fat cock into her mouth. He did not pause as a lover would. He pushed past her tongue, straight to her throat. Kathy sputtered, gagging as her held the back of her head, this deep an invasion not expected. As her air cut off and a panic started he pulled back, the strings of her saliva now connecting them. His balls were wet from her drooling. Air rushed in to her lungs, the cock now back on her, seeming to reach deeper than any of the others. She realized he was counting, telling her that at ten she could draw back. His voice sounded far away, but she did as he told her, holding him in her throat till he released her. He did this again and again, Kathy close to passing out finally from oxygen deprivation, that giddy feeling of total relaxation now the only sensation she could feel. She no longer felt her arms pinned back, the hands yanking her head back and forth, no longer heard him. A final plunge in deep and her world went black, smiling she passed out.

Kathy woke up now on her back, the pleasure still making her giggle as she felt her wrists now tied above her head, her legs again spread wide. Her back was supported on a padded bench. The chair she was on had been made just for him. It looked from above like a 'Y' upside down, her legs the widely spread 'v', her body and hands the bottom marker. Held this way her pussy and anus were exposed to him, her head could be turned to either side, his prick to be sucked at his will.

He showed her the anal plug now, smiling as he placed it in her mouth to wet it. He then pushed it in her, just slow enough to allow Kathy to relax enough to not hurt too bad as she was suddenly full there. Nipple clamps were next, his fingers swift to squeeze her hard, the clamp following immediately. They bit her wonderfully.

He pulled a small stool up then, his face positioned at her cunt. He sniffed her then, like an animal tests the air. Kathy cried out as finally she felt the wet tongue stroking her, his fingers spreading her open. He licked around her clit, then sucked it, pleasure swirling in her head and gut.

"Cum" he said quietly.

At his command the flood gates opened, release filling her as she heaved against the restraints, Cumming for her master now, wetting his face as she strove to keep the waves going, his tongue and fingers seemingly everywhere in her. Her ass sucked at the probe there, each orgasmic contraction in her thighs and stomach a kiss. Satisfied now he pulled back. The butt plug was pulled out with no warning, the tension of being empty now so strange. He felt she was now ready for the next step. She stepped in then, her old world gone, the new passions unspoken nut waiting.

Finally, finally a meeting with him. Kathy shook inside a little as she thought about it. He had teased her for so long online. Every detail he teased her with seemed pulled from her mind. Wicked sensual thoughts, dreams she buried deep, almost ashamed at the raw need they exposed. They had talked back and forth, flirtatious sexy banter. Each time he pushed her more, pulled her closer as she did his bidding. She had sat so many times, dressed as he instructed. Sometimes she wore nothing, other times items he carefully chose. Shoes that arched her calf just so and nothing else, a t-shirt that barely covered her puffy nipples. Lingerie in lace and satin, colors that accented her beauty.

She stared at the screen, placing the nipple clamps on as he commanded, pulled herself painfully, wetness seeping her chair as she did his bidding, loving the sensations of lost control, subjugation to another's will. Kathy pushed fingers in her pussy, her ass as told, sucking them as she frantically typed to let him know she was his pet, his slave. The hours blurred into orgasm and frustration, as she wanted real flesh to taste, to smell, run her tongue over. After finally pleading online to her new master, an action that seemed to please him immensely, he relented. It was so simple in the end. Another e-mail like so many others, but this one short and direct. A time, a place, clothes to wear, items to bring. No hello, no small talk. She read and obeyed; knowing that this session with this man was for him, and through that for her as well.

She arrived exactly as arranged. Kathy stood as tall as she could, hoping her swell of breasts would please him. He had not asked for slut clothes, which surprised her. Instead she wore a navy pantsuit, white blouse. Tasteful and simple she was surprised that this nonsexual clothing was having the opposite effect on her. Her panties were soaked through as she stood at the door, the lace of her bra rubbing so teasingly against her nipples. She carried a small bag, its contents well known to her already, her scent on all of them. He opened the door, saying nothing at first, eyes locked on her for an agonizing time. He did not sweep over her body, instead fixing his gaze on her eyes. Kathy crumbled inside, casting her eyes down, compliant.

"Better....better. If you come in Kathy, you are mine for the whole time. I want you to understand that. This is your choice, but you will be pushed harder that in the past. I know your safeword, but remember. If you use it we are over. Trust yourself and trust me and we'll find out what you really crave, need. Decide Kathy, NOW." He waited, face expressionless, giving her no hints.

She stood trembling, as a thousand bees bit her insides. Kathy hesitated for only a second, his words ringing in her as she stepped in and without command, assumed her position. She was on her knees in his home, her head down on the floor, hands back waiting for his desires.

He circled her; silently taking his jacket off, dropping it in front of her still bowed face. He pulled her chin up then, pulling her up to a sitting position. Forcefully he tore her suit from her, ripping fabric as he went, brutal but so fast she never had a chance to breathe or react. In a blink she went from dressed to now prostrate, only her bra and thong still on. Taking her hair now he pulled her up fully. Kathy felt the cold metal, the 'clink' as the cuffs secured her hand back, hard as it pushed her tits out, her arms back far behind her. He casually smiled to himself as he cut her bra off, holding it in front of her eyes. As Kathy felt the metal of the scissors on her thigh as he traced her outline she came inside a little, the liquid staining the front dark. He saw this dark evidence and again held her hair, pulling it hard, his lips on her ear.

"Were you told to cum slut?....were you given permission....?" he hissed in her ear, his breath scalding her. " No sir...no.." Kathy managed to squeak out finally, her breathing coming in gasps now as he bent her down. " Ankles cunt.... hold your ankles. You WILL NOT CUM WITHOUT PERMISSION FROM ME!..........Thank me for each reminder of what you are with me..."

He no longer held the scissors, instead pulled her underwear down to her knees, pulling her legs as far apart as they would go. Standing there with her legs spread, her panties at her knees Kathy felt humiliated, hot, close to Cumming again. She bit her lip so he could not see. Kathy bent down farther, hands gripping her ankles as he started to hit her. God the heat from each blow on her naked ass was more than she had felt from other masters. His hand seemed to be huge, each spank leaving a red handprint. At each one Kathy said "thank you sir, thank you", each one more sincere than the last. At 20 he stopped. Kathy was leaking down her thighs now, orgasm so close to the surface. GOD, please... please... touch me she thought in her head. Instead he stood back, now finishing his own disrobing. Kathy had her head down still so did not see the engorged cock as it bobbed in front of her hair that spilled down. He tapped the back of her head lightly then. Greedily she opened her mouth, hoping to draw him in. Again he was so controlled, wanting to fuck her mouth now, instead just resting it beyond her open hole. Kathy could smell him, his soap, the sweat on him now rising.

He finally stepped forward, pushing his fat cock into her mouth. He did not pause as a lover would. He pushed past her tongue, straight to her throat. Kathy sputtered, gagging as her held the back of her head, this deep an invasion not expected. As her air cut off and a panic started he pulled back, the strings of her saliva now connecting them. His balls were wet from her drooling. Air rushed in to her lungs, the cock now back on her, seeming to reach deeper than any of the others. She realized he was counting, telling her that at ten she could draw back. His voice sounded far away, but she did as he told her, holding him in her throat till he released her. He did this again and again, Kathy close to passing out finally from oxygen deprivation, that giddy feeling of total relaxation now the only sensation she could feel. She no longer felt her arms pinned back, the hands yanking her head back and forth, no longer heard him. A final plunge in deep and her world went black, smiling she passed out.

Kathy woke up now on her back, the pleasure still making her giggle as she felt her wrists now tied above her head, her legs again spread wide. Her back was supported on a padded bench. The chair she was on had been made just for him. It looked from above like a 'Y' upside down, her legs the widely spread 'v', her body and hands the bottom marker. Held this way her pussy and anus were exposed to him, her head could be turned to either side, his prick to be sucked at his will. He showed her the anal plug now, smiling as he placed it in her mouth to wet it. He then pushed it in her, just slow enough to allow Kathy to relax enough to not hurt too bad as she was suddenly full there. Nipple clamps were next, his fingers swift to squeeze her hard, the clamp following immediately. They bit her wonderfully.

He pulled a small stool up then, his face positioned at her cunt. He sniffed her then, like an animal tests the air. Kathy cried out as finally she felt the wet tongue stroking her, his fingers spreading her open. He licked around her clit, then sucked it, pleasure swirling in her head and gut. "cum" he said quietly.

At his command the flood gates opened, release filling her as she heaved against the restraints, Cumming for her master now, wetting his face as she strove to keep the waves going, his tongue and fingers seemingly everywhere in her. Her ass sucked at the probe there, each orgasmic contraction in her thighs and stomach a kiss. Satisfied now he pulled back. The butt plug was pulled out with no warning, the tension of being empty now so strange. He felt she was now ready for the next step. She stepped in then, her old world gone, the new passions unspoken but waiting.

Soon after our threesome by the river, Kate broke up with her boyfriend back in Texas and we began to see more and more of her. As Jen and I had hoped, the sexual fire had returned to our relationship as we opened it to include Kate. Jen and I would meet her either alone or together and nearly always would end up in a sexual situation. On evenings we spent alone, Jen and I would often masturbate each other relating that day’s encounter with Kate. Jen told me that one day that she and Kate had gone lingerie shopping and the two of them had shared the same dressing room. Kate had knelt to help Jen fasten her black stockings to her garters.
We lit several candles and placed them around the room so that no artificial lighting would be needed. Kate arrived exactly on time and we invited her into our candlelit suite. As she had been instructed, she was dressed in a white T-shirt and skirt with a lacy thong and bra as well as her leather collar.

“We are going to introduce you to dominance and submission this evening, specifically S&M”, I told Kate.

“Jen, tell Kate what we are going to do”. Jen lowered her eyes submissively and said, “Master is going to whip me”, Jen said.

“Have you ever watched a woman being whipped Kate? “No Master, I have not”, Kate replied. “Does the thought excite you?”

“Yes, Master it does”.

“Very well Kate, please remove your clothing”.

I took Jen’s beautiful and sexy body in my arms and kissed her deeply. I felt her melt at my touch and I knew how aroused she was becoming both by the thought of what would be done to her as well as by watching Kate strip. When Kate was naked, I placed the black leather cuffs on her wrists but I did not secure them behind her since I wanted her to help me restrain Jen for her whipping. I led Jen to the St. Andrew’s cross and positioned her facing it. “Help me with her, Kate”, I ordered. Kate gently took Jen’s left wrist and raised it over Jen’s head and then attached it to the leather cuff. I did the same to Jen’s right wrist. I then opened my leather bag and removed the black elk hide flogger that I would use to redden Jen’s creamy skin.

“Expose her skin for the whip, Kate”, I said. Kate grasped the top of Jen’s sheath dress and slowly slid it down her body. The sight of Jens’s naked and bound body in the candlelight made Kate gasp with sexual excitement.

“Attach her legs now, Kate”, I said. Kate gently spread Jen’s legs and attached the ankle cuffs.

“Jen is becoming quite excited now, touch her to see how wet she is”. Kate reached between Jen’s legs and easily slid two fingers into Jen’s pussy.

“She is very wet, Master”, Kate replied. I took her wrist and raised her hand to her lips to lick Jen’s juices from her glistening fingers.

“Kate, kneel on the bed and place your hands behind you”, I ordered. When she was in position, I attached the lock to the rings in her wrist cuffs so that she would be able to watch but not touch herself during the scene. I kissed the kneeling sub while fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples to hardness. I reached into her soaked pussy to gather some of her wetness, which I then smeared over Jen’s upper lip.

I raised the blue and black leather handle of the flogger to Jen’s lips for her to kiss as indication that she was prepared for the whipping. She not only kissed but also flicked her tongue over the handle, which had become a signal between us that she wanted to be whipped hard with no warm-up. With that I stripped to the waist, took the whip in hand and began.

Jen’s back arched as the first lash of the flogger crossed it. She responded with a sharp inspiration of breath, which evolved into a low moan and as I continued whipping her. I looked at Kate and saw that her lips were parted and her eyes hooded in sexual rapture as she watched Jen’s skin becoming crisscrossed with reddening stripes. Her body jerked in synchrony with Jen’s each time the whip found its mark. Kate’s pussy juices where literally dripping as she spread her thighs as far as she could trying to make enough contact with the bed to masturbate but she could not. I alternated between whipping Jen and finger-fucking her sopping cunt to provide the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain she craved. I stopped fingering her when she began to meet my thrusts in an effort to cum. I held the whip handle to her lips and again and she kissed it. At that, I stepped back and began to more severely flog her ass and upper thighs, which my whip quickly warmed, reddened, and striped.

After twenty-five stokes I saw that Jen was tiring as her head had fallen forward and much of her weight was being supported by the wrist restraints. I decided to finish her so that I could let Kate and Jen tend to each other. I pulled my hard cock from its confines, and rubbed it between Jen’s soaking cunt lips and against her swollen clit. I then removed a short leather paddle from my bag and spanked Jen’s ass hard with it several times in rapid succession. She cried out with the intensity of the spanking. When I had finished spanking her, I thrust my cock into her cunt pushing her over the edge. Her body shook as a powerful orgasm ripped through her and I fucked her hard until I came, shooting my load deep inside her.

When Jen had finally come down from her sexual high released Kate’s wrists so that she could help me unchain Jen and carry her to the bed.

“That was fantastic”, Jen whispered.

I watched as Kate gently stripped Jen of her remaining bits of clothing and tenderly kissed and caressed the reddened and welted flesh of Jen’s back, ass, and thighs. I then put Kate to bed with Jen, kissed them goodnight, and left them alone together. Minutes later I heard Kate’s cries as Jen had somehow found the strength to bring the young sub to orgasm just before they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

We decided to go to a fancy restaurant for dinner. I was wearing a short strapless dress, heels, and nothing else. I was already wet with anticipation of what we would do later on. When we were seated you noticed I was squirming in my seat a lot. You slide your hand under the table and up my dress. You can feel how hot and wet I am. You start playing with my pussy getting me almost to the point of orgasm but you stop. I start whimpering and begging you to let me come.

We order and you didn't touch me for the rest of the time we are in the restaurant. Now I am frantic I need you so bad. We leave the restaurant and go to the hotel. We have the penthouse you order room service but I don't know what. You tell me to strip. I am a little nervous in case room service comes up and catches us like this. The bell rings and you tell me to wait in the bedroom. You enter the room and tell me to close my eyes. I am bursting with anticipation.

I feel someone get into bed with me I think it's you so I move to go toward you. You tell me to stay put. Your voice is distant and I realize that you are not the only person in the room. I start to shiver with fear and excitement as you asked me not to open my eyes and I obeyed. You come over and blindfold me. Or at least I think it's you I can't be sure. At the same time both my hands are tied to the headboard. I feel my legs being spread as far as they could go and also tied to the headboard.

Now I am completely helpless. I feel someone come between my legs and start licking and tongue fucking my pussy. But right before I am about to come you stop the person between my legs. I am now begging you for release but you tell me to be patient. You take off my blindfold and I see a young girl about my age in the hotel maids' uniform. Also I see a silver tray with a cover on top and wonder what's underneath.

You tell the girl to sit on my face so I can eat her out. She looks anxious. You tell me if I do a good job my orgasm won't be far away. I greedily lap at her pussy knowing how much I am turning you on. She cums almost right away. I drink her juices and the flow into my mouth. I hear the clang of metal and realized you uncovered the tray. You walk over to me with the biggest cucumber I have ever seen. You place it on my ass and start to shove it up as far as it will go.

I yell out in pain and can see you grinning at me. You tell me that it is now my turn to cum. The head of your cock is positioned at my pussy. You ram your dick in me so hard but I am so wet that it feels great. The maid starts to suck on my breasts and play with my clit as you are humping me. I can feel my orgasm building and so can you. You pull out then take the cucumber out of my ass. I realize you are going to replace it with your gigantic cock.

I beg you not to that I won't be able to take it but tell me the longer I fight the longer I have to wait to cum. The maid is still playing with my clit but I can't reach an orgasm without you so I concede. You jam your dick so hard up my ass I think I was being ripped apart. You start pumping my ass and pretty soon I am having my biggest orgasm ever.

When I came done I realized you hadn't cum yet. But that was about to change. You pull out of my ass and tell me to open my mouth. I cringe up my nose but at noticing my reaction you said if I didn't suck you off you would leave me like this for the cleaning crew to find the next moment. I take you in my mouth and can taste my ass on you cock. I start sucking at it like and baby sucks a bottle. Pretty soon you and shooting you're cum in my mouth and I am having orgasm with you. I drink every drop of your cum savoring the taste.

You tell me that you have decided to leave me in this position anyway. I start begging you not to but you and the maid just walk out into the living room then out of the hotel door. I wonder what will happen next...

I was sitting at my desk, tapping my pencil and waiting for the phone to ring. I was waiting for my instructions, seconds seeming to take forever. What would he say; could I really go through with it? The jarring ring of the phone brought me back to the here and now. I took a deep breathe and answered, only to hear a recorded message. I placed the phone back on the hook and resumed tapping my pencil and glancing at the clock.

A text message popped up before me on the computer -- What are you wearing? I nervously typed my response. I am wearing black high heels, stockings, white lace panties with a matching white lace bra, tan knee length skirt and zipper down the front black dress shirt.

I will be there in 10 minutes. Don't respond to this text. Be naked, except for the heels and be bent over the desk, face down, hands locked over your head. Oh, look in the right, top desk drawer and put the black scarf around your eyes.

I put the phone on transfer, closed my office door, my palms sweating at the thought of a colleague coming back early and not knocking first. I had a fleeting thought that I could shut the door, and drive home and pretend I never read the text. But the tingling in my breasts and the moistness between my legs made me quickly remove the rest of my clothes. I slide my shoes back on, and opened my desk drawer and pulled out the silk scarf. As I was tying it around my eyes, I heard the front door open and new it was him. I dove face first onto the desk, pushing paper and pens and my adding machine to the floor. I listened to the creaks, for the steps, the nerve endings in my body jumping with every second.

I heard my door knob turning, I can't do this, I feel so totally naked, totally exposed. The door opens, I hear him sigh and the door close, the lock turns, a breeze flows over my naked back and buttocks. I hear the traffic, the birds, people on the street.

He grabs my hands and I feel the handcuffs slide onto my wrists, I pull back slightly, he pulls me further forward, the edge of my desk pushing into my thighs, the coolness on my belly and breasts making my nipples harden. I feel the handcuffs lock and hear a click as they are now unmovable, and I am unmovable. I panic for a moment, his hand slides down my back as he moves around my desk. Good afternoon beautiful. Such a good girl, doing exactly what I texted you to do. His hands slide over my backside, down the back of my legs and the swiftly up between my legs, feeling the heat and moistness that is already there.

I think you are already enjoying this baby. His voice sounds different, breathy. Spread your legs further. I quickly obey. I feel something wet and cool being trickled over my back and ass. It runs down between my ass cheeks, I hear it dripping onto the chair mat under my desk. I feel his hands kneading my shoulders, his legs brushing mine and his legs are naked. I feel his cock brush my thigh. His hands slide further down massaging my spine, my ass. As he pulls on my ass cheeks the spread and I gasp with the sensations and the realization that he could be looking at me, completely. His fingers graze over my lips, becoming more slippery with every stroke, sliding over my now throbbing clit, spreading me further, over my ass.

Tell me you want it, tell me you want to cum he says in my ear.

I want to cum, please sir.

I can't hear you, say it louder.

I raise my voice, it cracks and I begin to squirm under him. Please, make me cum, please.

I hear the humming and feel something vibrating on my clit as his hand pinches my nipple. He slides the vibrating toy between my lips, teases me sliding it into me ever so slightly, I try to push back onto it as he laughs and slides it over my ass until it is wedged between my cheeks, resting on my ass, both hands cup my breasts, rolling the nipples even harder, I moan.

Can you cum for me, he pulls on my ponytail as he slides the vibrating toy into my ass. His cock is rock hard, between my lips, tracing slightly over my clit. I rock against him, he pulls harder. Cum for me slut, cum. I can feel it building and my knees buckle as the first orgasm rolls through me.

That's right; let it go, yes, yes my beautiful slut.

I feel him shift away from me, the vibe pulses faster in my ass and I feel something cool between my lips, pushing into my wetness.

Do you want it?? Tell me you want me to fuck you, all of you, everywhere.

I can't stand it, my nerve endings are on fire, I can't move. I slide further upon the desk, my ass further up in the air as I feel him part me with a cool, glass toy. It is ribbed; I can feel it slip over each bump as he slides it into me, at a steady pace until it is all the way in me.

Look at that, your lips gripe it as it slides into you. You are so wet my little slut, but still gripping it. He laughs softly, and starts to slide it in and out, in and out, faster and faster. My hips move back and forth, raising my ass higher, wanting more.

Please sir, fuck me, make me cum. I am totally yours. Oh, here I go. Two orgasms right after the other rock me. My breathe coming in pants, I am spent, done. My legs are shaking, I hear my wetness dripping to the floor, feel it running down my legs, inside my high heels.

He pushes the glass toy as far as it will go into my dripping sex, I feel him shift his weight, pull the vibe out of my ass and he grabs my hip, I feel his cock sliding up and down the crack of my ass. He pulls my ass open for him, pushes the head of his cock into my ass. I am getting more and more aroused, pinned to the desk, my nipples rock hard under me, he pulls my hair back hard as he slowly slides his entire length into my ass. I feel the glass and his cock filling me everywhere. I am breathing in gasps, trying to adjust to his cock in my ass. I push harder back into him as he slides harder and faster and pulls my hair back harder.

Cum with me slut, cum on that glass as I cum in your ass. His breathe is hard against my ear.

I arch my back as the heat overtakes me and I feel him shoot into my ass and my insides quiver against the glass.

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His lips leave your mouth and travel slowly down your neck sucking your skin into his mouth. His kisses walk roughly down to your tender nipples. His mouth sucks first on one nipple then the other. Each nipple is sucked into his mouth and you feel his teeth clamping on each and pulling it taut. His hand moves to your smoothly shaved pussy, which you press upward, hoping to feel his fingers penetrate your opening. His fingers trace a pattern around your cunt lips, enjoying the clean, hairless cunt that cries out for a finger or cock. At last his fingers find your clit. Like a little dick it is hard and begging for attention. As he rubs your clit between his thumb and forefinger you heave frantically. You strain against your bonds as your clit triggers waves of sexual ecstasy through your body. In the midst of this crescendo of ecstasy, he stops. You turn your head and see him reach into the bag again. He draws out a small cat-o-nine tails. You shiver in anticipation as he rubs the cat across your body. You feel the leather tentacles glide across your heaving breasts and tickle your hard nipples. The cat makes lazy circles around your taut tits, tantalizing you with the sensation that is to come. Your firm belly tingles as the nine laces travel up and down from your breasts to your naked pussy. The agonizing titillation as the whip caresses your thighs and crosses your cunt.

Then it strikes! You feel the sting upon your breasts. A few long moments and another sting as the cat bites your tummy. A pause before the hungry tentacles bite your shaved snatch. You twist against the ropes half hoping that you can get away from the whip and half hoping that you will feel the sting again. The ropes hold securely and the cat returns to bite again. You feel the sting on your breasts and your tits tremble with pain and pleasure. The crack of the cat on your cunt causes flashes of delight coursing through your body. Your pussy is hot and the juices are flowing. You feel the hot fluid trickle out and onto your tan thigh. The whipping is interrupted occasionally by his soft kisses. Just as your tits seem to be reaching the limit of the pain they can endure, the whip ceases and is replaced by his warm mouth, the mouth of your Master. Your nipples are drawn into his mouth and he softly sucks them. You feel his warm tongue rubbing over the nipples and then gentle bites. His fingers rub your cunt, spreading the lips and exposing the lush pink inside. Your clit is hard and receptive to the attention of Master's tongue and fingers. Soon this combination of whipping and fondling has your body convulsing in magnificent orgasm. Your cum pumps into your pussy as you twist within your bonds.

"Time to roll over little slave. Let me see how that sweet ass of yours responds to my cat."

He loosens the ropes and you roll over onto your stomach. Once again he binds your hands to the head of the bed. He again spreads your legs wide and secures your feet to the foot of the bed. Then you feel a slap on your ass. This is not the sting of the cat-o-nine tails. You twist your head back and see a thick leather belt descending onto your bottom. The swats are not hard but soon your tail is feeling very warm. You begin to arch your ass up in anticipation of each blow. You push up to meet the strap as it strikes, enjoying the sting of the belt. Then, as your pussy is once again becoming aroused at this punishment, the beating stops. Suddenly your hot little ass is shocked by the touch of ice against it. Cold wet ice rubs over your bottom and sends shivers through you. The cold wet ice travels down the crack of your ass and rubs against your cunt. You feel the ice sliding into you and your pussy feels strangely different.

Your ass now senses a finger rubbing around the little rosebud hole. The finger lightly probes at the hole, entering slightly only to withdraw. You twist back and see him applying lubricant to his finger, then feel the finger again at your asshole. The finger slowly forces its way into your ass and then moves in and out. You try to spread your legs further hoping to ease the entry of the finger into you. As the finger works in and out you begin to enjoy it.

Then you feel your asshole being stretched further and you realize that there are now two fingers working in and out of your butt. You roll your ass around in response to this new pleasure. The fingers are removed and your ass relaxes for a moment but then you feel his legs between your thighs. His hands reach under you and raise your ass a little then you feel the hard head of his cock at your asshole. You hear him applying lube to his cock as he rubs his dick against you.

Then the cock is pressed firmly against your asshole. You feel the head gently pressing into you. Your asshole begins to spread as the head of the cock starts to penetrate. There is a pause and you press back against the cock forcing the head to complete its entry. You jump with pleasure and rock back as much as your bonds will allow. The cock rams into your asshole and your pussy vibrates as if it were the recipient of the cock.

The hard cock moves slowly in and out of your ass. You feel the flared head rubbing against your insides and your cunt drips juice. A finger enters your pussy. You twist and moan as your pussy is finger fucked in time with the cock fucking your ass. Your asshole grips the stiff meat sliding in and out. Your tits begin to ache as your nipples rub against the bed. You scream in agony and ecstasy. You pull against the ropes, which bind your feet and hands, and the struggle just fuels your passion. You arch your back trying to force the cock deeper into your ass. You twist and turn as you feel his finger jamming in and out of your wet pussy. The finger in your pussy moves out to your clit. Your clit is hard and as the finger begins rubbing it, your ass automatically begins to pump faster. You moan as the cock in your ass begins to slide in and out faster. You feel his balls slamming into you as his shaft buries itself in your tight bottom. You feel the temperature in your cunt rise as your clit rages from the movement of his fingers rolling it around. Then you feel the burst of warm cum filling your ass as the cock within swells to eject its load. The hard meat rams into you violently as his cum pumps into you. Your pussy quivers and then you scream as you reach orgasm. Your pussy is hot and your cum gushes out. You feel hot cum running down your leg and you know that it is his cum oozing out of your asshole mixing with your own love juice that is pouring from your slit. He continues pumping into your asshole until his load is completely spent.

Your body relaxes and you lie limply on the bed, not feeling the bonds. He lies on top of you and his skin is very warm against yours. He reaches up and undoes the rope from your wrists, moves down and releases your ankles. You roll over onto your back and he caresses your body. As he softly massages your breasts he pulls your head to his face and kisses you gently, passionately, deeply.

"Well, Gloria, did you enjoy today's journey?"

You are Gloria again.

"Oooh Richard, you are a good Master. What shall we do next?' "

"I think that next time I will take you out. I'll have to think of some place to go with you. Give me some time to think about it."

The End

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