Reflections Of A Dominant
You’ve Been A Bad Girl!
With your hands at your sides you stand before Me waiting. You are dressed as I have requested; your little black dress fits you like a second skin. Your long, lean legs encased in your thigh top stockings are parted just slightly, promising delights yet to come. The silver open-toed sandals with their 6 inch stiletto heels bring you to just below My own 6 foot 2 inch height. As is our custom when at home, you are not wearing a bra or panties… a rule I established with you from the beginning.Your stunning looks are not confined to the clothes you wear, however. With your long, chestnut brown hair cascading down your back and over your shoulders like a brown waterfall you wait, with your head down, for the inevitable.On the coffee table directly in front of you, I have placed a few select items for tonight’s activity… a set of clover-style nipple clamps… a large wooden paddle… the digital camera, and My signature crop.You stand with your back to the doorway and are so engrossed with the implements in front of you and your own thoughts, that you fail to hear Me come in until I speak. You are startled when My voice comes across the room to you."It’s time."We had spent the day distracted by other things. The offense had occurred earlier that day but because we had appointments to keep and things to do, we couldn’t address it properly at the time. Now, as the day was drawing to a close, you were probably wondering if I had forgotten about the promised spanking. Not a chance, dear.As you turn your head toward me I grab you and bend you over the side of the table and you brace yourself with your hands on the table. You let out a girlish squeal of delight. With one hand on your back, I roughly hike your dress up. I reach between your parted legs and find what I am seeking."Such a naughty girl you are… Your pussy is already wet. Well we’ll see about that later. First there is the matter of your punishment to attend to. Stand and remove your clothes." I say as I rub your smoldering slit. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you’re certain I can hear it as I smile that knowing smile. You stand and begin to strip slowly so that you will present as pleasing to Me. I take a seat in My chair and watch your little show saying nothing, but My smile praises your manner of presentation."Good" I say, "Now can you tell me why I’m going to forgo my pleasure with you today my dear?"I pick up the crop and stepping up behind you I run the crop up your thigh, then across your bottom…your belly and on your breasts. You shake you head up and down to affirm that you are aware and jump when the crop bites into your left thigh"I can’t hear you little one" I bark.Quickly you respond,"Yes Sir I can. You are going to punish me for failure to complete an assigned task and for my rude behavior on the phone the other day," you reply. You gasp, the sting of the crop making you even wetter."Good girl" I say, but make no move toward you nor do I lift the crop again. Instead I stand and remove My shirt in preparation to do what needs to be done."God how hot" you think and blush when I laugh at you."Now, up on the table little one and we will get started," I tell you, pointing to the table. I move the implements of your punishment aside and you obediently climb up on the coffee table. I position you so you can hold on to the edge of the table and push your head down onto the tabletop."Head down and ass up, my sweet… you know the position I want.""Yes Master," you reply, getting into the required position without further delay. You know that you are already in trouble and don’t want to make it worse on yourself."That’s better. I’ll bet you wish there was a different reason for you to be in this position don’t you my little pet? Wouldn’t you like a cock in your mouth and one in you pussy or better yet your ass?"You wisely decided that no answer is perhaps the best answer and keep your mouth shut. A good choice as I don’t say anything further for the moment. Instead taking up My crop, I began lightly tapping your thighs and ass… up the right thigh, across your ass and down the left. Then back up the inside of the left thigh and down the inside of the right one, intentionally neglecting your drooling pussy and smirking as you moan at My crop."Ok girl, it’s time to get down to the business at hand and start your punishment. So let me outline it for you so that you’ll know what to expect. We’re going to begin with a hand spanking of your bare bottom for 20 minutes. I will then take up the paddle and paddle your blushing bottom for another 20 minutes. I will then give your now quite sore bottom 40 lashes with the crop and you will count down each one backwards. In between these different steps I will pause and let what I have done to you take effect. There will be no bottom rubbing or you will be sorry. If I catch you rubbing that red ass, we will start all over.Once we are done, you will rise from your whipping gracefully, kneel and kiss the hand and then the rod that corrects you, apologize, promise to do better and ask forgiveness. After that you will be sent to your room to stand in your corner until I come to get you. Do you understand my naughty girl?”You are so shocked by the severity of the punishment all you can say is the required," Yes Sir.""Good. Now before we begin, I am going to put these on you," I say, holding the nipple clamps by the chain that held them together. "I know how sensitive your nipples are girl and the addition of these clamps will only add to the sensations that will be screaming for attention in your mind."With that, I begin toying with your well-developed tits, and pinching and pulling on your sensitive nipples, gently… just enough to get them to swell and stiffen. As I do you can’t help but moan, softly closing your eyes and enjoying this last bit of pleasure before things get serious. I soften a bit, admittedly, seeing you enjoy this and I play with your nipples a little while longer because of it. But I know that there is work to do. So once your nipples are stiff and hard, I attach the first clamp, tightening it until I am certain it won’t fall off. You suck in a breath as the clamp begins squeezing and as it gets tighter you moan, then whimper. I test the tension of the clamp by pulling on it slightly. Satisfied it isn’t going anywhere, I repeat the procedure with the second clamp."Open," I command, placing the clamp chain between your teeth. "Do not let this chain fall from your mouth.""Yes, Master," you say, taking the chain in your mouth.Before beginning your spanking, I took the bottle of baby oil from the bathroom and now I apply a bit to your bare ass. This is for a couple of reasons; first it will protect your tender skin from damage from the paddle and crop. Secondly it also has a delightful tendency to hold the burn in place longer than it would otherwise! I apply a light coating of the oil to your upturned ass cheeks rubbing it around and massaging it in. You enjoy My hands working the oil in and wriggle your ass as you moan even louder. I can tell you are getting turned on by the rituals of your punishment. I allow you this brief bit of pleasure knowing that once I begin spanking you, it would be days before you could sit comfortably again."Now remember my dear this is not erotic spanking. This is a punishment - there will be no caressing, bottom rubbing, or wetness checking. Just a pure and simple ass whipping, understand?""Yes Master," you say, the words barely past your lips before I rain down upon your tender bottom a shower of hard, loud spanks. I spank and spank and spank your tender ass… the blows getting harder and harder as I go. I do not allow any rest between swats as I want your ass to catch fire quickly. At first you wiggle and then you bounce trying to move away from the spanks but you hold on tightly to the table edge, knowing that any interruptions will only make things worse and the sooner this was over the better it will be for you."So my slut doesn’t think her assignments are important enough to complete" I growl. My hand rose and fell…rose and fell..rose and fell, first on one cheek then the other, covering your entire ass from top to bottom with a bright pink glow."Tell Me my slut, will you fail to complete your assignment again…will you…will you" I say gruffly as I continue to pepper your ass with hard spanks. You continue to wiggle and squirm, but I just spank you all the harder. You pant and moan as My hand finds its mark, but you know better than to ask Me to fuck you. This is not supposed to be enjoyable and you don’t want to do anything to make it seem so, fearing that it will only make Me madder and more vicious.Then I stop My assault on your bottom and as you kneel on the table with your ass on fire you hear Me pick up the paddle. You cringe knowing what damage I can do with the wicked tool and know that your tender bottom will be a mass of bruises before I am finished with you. As you kneel waiting for the torment to resume, these thoughts and fears flood your mind. I give you time for contemplation and to feel what has already been done before I bring the first stroke of the paddle down and you nearly leap off the table. "YEEEOWWITCH!!" you scream as the first paddle strike sears your ass. Involuntarily you raise your head up from the table, dropping the chain and turning to face Me. "Master! Please!!" you cry."Ah that got your attention… my naughty slut. Good because there’s more where that came from" I chuckle as I let the paddle fly again. I picked this particular paddle because I know you fear and hate it so. This isn’t the first time you and My paddle have met and the last time the impression it left on you lasted for a long time. This meeting would be no different. I lay into your now very red ass with powerful, punishing strokes knowing that very soon you wil be in tears and begging Me to stop…and I am correct. You try valiantly to hold back the tears, I will credit you for that, but that damn paddle reduces you to tears every time and just ten minutes into the paddling you are crying openly and begging Me to stop. "Oh not yet slut, you still have 5 minutes left" I tell you. I continue on with the strokes until the full 20 minutes has lapsed. Then just as with the spanking, the paddling stops. You kneel there on the table sobbing and breathing heavily, willing your hands to stay away from your very sore bottom, knowing if you rub it, there will be hell to pay. I let you stay like this for a few minutes without touching or saying a word to you. Your ass is glowing bright red and I can feel the heat coming from it without even touching it. Your legs tremble and your ass sways back and forth slightly as the fire rages in your ass.Once you have calmed and your sobbing has diminished, I bark out once again."Shall we continue? It’s time for the crop."You grip the table again, eyes down and wait for Me to start again. A minute or two passes before I speak again."Ready, slut?"I hear you sigh, thinking I was going to waive the rest of your punishment since I took so long to start up again.I lightly rub My hand over your flaming ass and you shudder, drawing in a breath as you feel My touch. You know I am examining My handiwork before continuing. Then I speak and you remember why you love Me so much."Well my precious one" I start "… it would appear that your poor bottom is quite raw and bruised so rather that the 40 lashes I had promised you earlier, I’ll be giving you 10 only, but you will still be required to count them. Are you ready my dear?""Yes Master" falls from your trembling lips as you hear of My mercy. You wait anxiously for the first stroke to fall, but instead you hear the whir of the digital camera. You know that I am photographing your bottom and you blush deeply."These pictures will serve to remind you of this day even after the pain has subsided. I do not want to have to repeat this punishment and it is My hope that showing you these pictures from time to time will reinforce what we have done here today," I explain."Yes Master. Thank you," you say.I set the camera down and pick up the crop. Flexing it once or twice in My hand, I draw it back and the first stroke falls sharply."Ten" you groan barely above a whisper"Louder dear, I want to hear you count. " I say as I strike again with a woosh and a crack.”Nine” you manage a bit louder this time.Woosh…crack"Eight" your knees nearly buckling.Woosh…crack"Seven"Woosh…crack"Six" Woosh…crack"Five” until at long last the final woosh… hits your bottom with a crack that sounds like a gun shot."Done Sir" you whisper."Good girl…my very good girl. Now down and complete the punishment," I tell you.You get down to the floor with My helping hand… lowering yourself to your knees, you kiss My hand and then the crop I have just whipped you with."Thank-you Sir. I am sorry I failed you Sir. I will do better in the future Sir and I am sorry you had to forego your pleasure to punish this naughty girl.""Very good my pet. Now to your room. Go to your corner and think about what has happened here tonight. Do not move until I come and get you.""Y-yes, Master," you say, then turn to obey My order.I let you stay there in your room for a few minutes while I put away the tools and straighten up the room. I notice a large wet spot on the tabletop and smile, knowing where the wetness came from. Once the room is back in its normal state, I pour Myself a drink and sit down in My chair to calm down and think about what I have done tonight as well.After about 20 minutes, I go to the bedroom to check on you. You are standing as directed in your corner, your head in the corner and your eyes down. I hear you softly sobbing as I approach."Come here, little one," I say.I lead you over and stand you in front of the full-length mirror, turning you so that you can look over your shoulder at your slaughtered bottom. Your breath hisses over you teeth as you see what I have done."Now My slut, tell Me what you thought to gain by being so disrespectful and disobedient to me. Do you enjoy being punished like this perhaps ? Is this what you wanted?" I ask you softly."No, Master. I am very sorry I disrespected and disobeyed you. I won’t do it again, I promise. Please forgive me, Master." you say looking down at your feet.Hooking My finger under your chin I raise your face to My own. I see the streaks where your tears have caused your pretty makeup to run and the redness in your eyes from your crying. I see the hurt in your face and I know that the hurt you feel is more from disappointing Me than from what your bottom has been through. You are a good girl, and even though you disobeyed, I know that you always try to please Me. I am proud of you and I smile even as I try to be stern with you."Stay right here," I tell you. I go into the bathroom and return a couple moments later with a wash basin and a wash cloth. Helping you up on the bed and laying you on your stomach, I soak the washcloth in the cold water and then apply it carefully to your scorched ass flesh. I carefully let the cold water absorb the heat from your blistered ass and My tenderness makes you start crying all over again.
"Oh, Master!" you sob, "Oh I am so sorry. I am so sorry I disobeyed you and disappointed you.""My precious little one, you made a mistake. You will do it again, too. But you do not disappoint Me. You are a good girl, you just made a poor choice this time. It is over, we shall not speak of this again. Now rest, My sweet girl." I say as I continue to tend to you. I pull up a chair next to the bedside and as the washcloth takes away the pain in your rear, I stroke your soft hair, tenderly caring for you as you lay there next to Me."You know that I do not like having to punish you, little one. I do not like causing you pain and suffering like this. But you must learn how to serve Me properly and without question if you are to become the submissive you truly crave to be. And sometimes lessons are best learned through the mistakes we make." I tell her soothingly as I stroke her hair."Yes, Master. I understand," she coos as she lays there enjoying My minstrations.After about a half hour of caring for you, you turned to Me."Master, may I ask something of you?" you say."What is it my sweet?""Well I know that this was a punishment and I am not to enjoy it, and I didn’t. But you had to set aside your own pleasure as well in order to punish me.""Yes, that is true.""Master please, I don’t want you to miss out simply because you had to deal with me. Please fuck me. Please use me as you were going to tonight. It would make me feel better." you say.I look into your eyes and see the concern and the sincerity in your expression. I know that to ignore this request, even for your own good, would hurt you far more than My crop or paddle ever could."You are such a good girl. All right then, if it means that much to you, I’ll fuck you." I say. The grin on your face and the fire in your eyes is all the approval I need.I pull My pants down, as you move more into the center of the bed. After seeing the wet spot on the table earlier I know you are already warmed-up. I know what you want now. You want me to shove Myself all the way inside of you. You wanted Me to fuck you hard and fast. You want Me to use your body for My own pleasure.So that’s just what I do.Positioning Myself between your splayed legs, I unceremoniously slam into your wet pussy all the way, your ass rippling each time My pelvis rocks against it. You bite into your pillow to keep from screaming and grip the sheets tightly. As I begin pumping, you adjust to My size and rhythm and your moans get louder and louder, encouraging Me to fuck you still harder, faster."Do you want my ass higher in the air?" you ask Me.I smile broadly. You really are a dirty little slut.Without letting My cock leave your pussy, we move back away from the headboard just far enough so that your face is pressed into the pillows, and both of us are on our knees. As if this wasn’t a big enough turn on for Me already, this position presents your puckered little asshole to the world.I start pumping My cock in and out of your pussy again, but I have other plans brewing as well. You can feel my finger tracing circles around your asshole. Very lightly I start playing with it, keeping My cock going in and out of you at a steady rhythm.As your surprise turns into moans and encouragement, I start tapping your little pink rosebud, lightly and then more forcefully, and then slide just the tip of my finger in and out, in and out. When I feel you relax, I slip my finger inside you up to the first knuckle, and start sliding it in and out as My cock slides in and out of your pussy, setting up an alternating pistoning action that brings out the most exquisite moans and shudders from you.This turns me on. A lot. Now that I have a good rhythm going, I start to concentrate on Myself again, speeding up the action of My cock and My finger, your face pushed harder into the bedsheets even as you scream in pleasure.A few minutes later My eyes start to roll back in My head. “Oh… ugh… I’m going to come!” I announce."Oh yes Master! Fuck me, come for me!" you beg desperately.How can I refuse such an impassioned request?I throw my head back and let out a deep growl. My cock explodes inside you, shooting stream after stream of hot sticky cum deep into your belly. I pump my cock inside you until the spasms die down, then slowly slide my cock and finger out of your sweating, shuddering body. "Whew!" I gasp. "I know that you didn’t come, but this night is not for you."You calm down some and carefully turn on your side. “Thank you, Master. Thank you for using me tonight.” you say, softly smiling. And I know that you feel loved and wanted once again.

You’ve Been A Bad Girl!

With your hands at your sides you stand before Me waiting. You are dressed as I have requested; your little black dress fits you like a second skin. Your long, lean legs encased in your thigh top stockings are parted just slightly, promising delights yet to come. The silver open-toed sandals with their 6 inch stiletto heels bring you to just below My own 6 foot 2 inch height. As is our custom when at home, you are not wearing a bra or panties… a rule I established with you from the beginning.

Your stunning looks are not confined to the clothes you wear, however. With your long, chestnut brown hair cascading down your back and over your shoulders like a brown waterfall you wait, with your head down, for the inevitable.

On the coffee table directly in front of you, I have placed a few select items for tonight’s activity… a set of clover-style nipple clamps… a large wooden paddle… the digital camera, and My signature crop.

You stand with your back to the doorway and are so engrossed with the implements in front of you and your own thoughts, that you fail to hear Me come in until I speak. You are startled when My voice comes across the room to you.

"It’s time."

We had spent the day distracted by other things. The offense had occurred earlier that day but because we had appointments to keep and things to do, we couldn’t address it properly at the time. Now, as the day was drawing to a close, you were probably wondering if I had forgotten about the promised spanking. Not a chance, dear.

As you turn your head toward me I grab you and bend you over the side of the table and you brace yourself with your hands on the table. You let out a girlish squeal of delight. With one hand on your back, I roughly hike your dress up. I reach between your parted legs and find what I am seeking.

"Such a naughty girl you are… Your pussy is already wet. Well we’ll see about that later. First there is the matter of your punishment to attend to. Stand and remove your clothes." I say as I rub your smoldering slit. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you’re certain I can hear it as I smile that knowing smile. You stand and begin to strip slowly so that you will present as pleasing to Me. I take a seat in My chair and watch your little show saying nothing, but My smile praises your manner of presentation.

"Good" I say, "Now can you tell me why I’m going to forgo my pleasure with you today my dear?"

I pick up the crop and stepping up behind you I run the crop up your thigh, then across your bottom…your belly and on your breasts. You shake you head up and down to affirm that you are aware and jump when the crop bites into your left thigh

"I can’t hear you little one" I bark.

Quickly you respond,

"Yes Sir I can. You are going to punish me for failure to complete an assigned task and for my rude behavior on the phone the other day," you reply. You gasp, the sting of the crop making you even wetter.

"Good girl" I say, but make no move toward you nor do I lift the crop again. Instead I stand and remove My shirt in preparation to do what needs to be done.

"God how hot" you think and blush when I laugh at you.

"Now, up on the table little one and we will get started," I tell you, pointing to the table. I move the implements of your punishment aside and you obediently climb up on the coffee table. I position you so you can hold on to the edge of the table and push your head down onto the tabletop.

"Head down and ass up, my sweet… you know the position I want."

"Yes Master," you reply, getting into the required position without further delay. You know that you are already in trouble and don’t want to make it worse on yourself.

"That’s better. I’ll bet you wish there was a different reason for you to be in this position don’t you my little pet? Wouldn’t you like a cock in your mouth and one in you pussy or better yet your ass?"

You wisely decided that no answer is perhaps the best answer and keep your mouth shut. A good choice as I don’t say anything further for the moment. Instead taking up My crop, I began lightly tapping your thighs and ass… up the right thigh, across your ass and down the left. Then back up the inside of the left thigh and down the inside of the right one, intentionally neglecting your drooling pussy and smirking as you moan at My crop.

"Ok girl, it’s time to get down to the business at hand and start your punishment. So let me outline it for you so that you’ll know what to expect. We’re going to begin with a hand spanking of your bare bottom for 20 minutes. I will then take up the paddle and paddle your blushing bottom for another 20 minutes. I will then give your now quite sore bottom 40 lashes with the crop and you will count down each one backwards. In between these different steps I will pause and let what I have done to you take effect. There will be no bottom rubbing or you will be sorry. If I catch you rubbing that red ass, we will start all over.

Once we are done, you will rise from your whipping gracefully, kneel and kiss the hand and then the rod that corrects you, apologize, promise to do better and ask forgiveness. After that you will be sent to your room to stand in your corner until I come to get you. Do you understand my naughty girl?”

You are so shocked by the severity of the punishment all you can say is the required,

" Yes Sir."

"Good. Now before we begin, I am going to put these on you," I say, holding the nipple clamps by the chain that held them together. "I know how sensitive your nipples are girl and the addition of these clamps will only add to the sensations that will be screaming for attention in your mind."

With that, I begin toying with your well-developed tits, and pinching and pulling on your sensitive nipples, gently… just enough to get them to swell and stiffen. As I do you can’t help but moan, softly closing your eyes and enjoying this last bit of pleasure before things get serious. I soften a bit, admittedly, seeing you enjoy this and I play with your nipples a little while longer because of it. But I know that there is work to do. So once your nipples are stiff and hard, I attach the first clamp, tightening it until I am certain it won’t fall off. You suck in a breath as the clamp begins squeezing and as it gets tighter you moan, then whimper. I test the tension of the clamp by pulling on it slightly. Satisfied it isn’t going anywhere, I repeat the procedure with the second clamp.

"Open," I command, placing the clamp chain between your teeth. "Do not let this chain fall from your mouth."

"Yes, Master," you say, taking the chain in your mouth.

Before beginning your spanking, I took the bottle of baby oil from the bathroom and now I apply a bit to your bare ass. This is for a couple of reasons; first it will protect your tender skin from damage from the paddle and crop. Secondly it also has a delightful tendency to hold the burn in place longer than it would otherwise! I apply a light coating of the oil to your upturned ass cheeks rubbing it around and massaging it in. You enjoy My hands working the oil in and wriggle your ass as you moan even louder. I can tell you are getting turned on by the rituals of your punishment. I allow you this brief bit of pleasure knowing that once I begin spanking you, it would be days before you could sit comfortably again.

"Now remember my dear this is not erotic spanking. This is a punishment - there will be no caressing, bottom rubbing, or wetness checking. Just a pure and simple ass whipping, understand?"

"Yes Master," you say, the words barely past your lips before I rain down upon your tender bottom a shower of hard, loud spanks. I spank and spank and spank your tender ass… the blows getting harder and harder as I go. I do not allow any rest between swats as I want your ass to catch fire quickly. At first you wiggle and then you bounce trying to move away from the spanks but you hold on tightly to the table edge, knowing that any interruptions will only make things worse and the sooner this was over the better it will be for you.

"So my slut doesn’t think her assignments are important enough to complete" I growl. My hand rose and fell…rose and fell..rose and fell, first on one cheek then the other, covering your entire ass from top to bottom with a bright pink glow.

"Tell Me my slut, will you fail to complete your assignment again…will you…will you" I say gruffly as I continue to pepper your ass with hard spanks. You continue to wiggle and squirm, but I just spank you all the harder. You pant and moan as My hand finds its mark, but you know better than to ask Me to fuck you. This is not supposed to be enjoyable and you don’t want to do anything to make it seem so, fearing that it will only make Me madder and more vicious.

Then I stop My assault on your bottom and as you kneel on the table with your ass on fire you hear Me pick up the paddle. You cringe knowing what damage I can do with the wicked tool and know that your tender bottom will be a mass of bruises before I am finished with you. As you kneel waiting for the torment to resume, these thoughts and fears flood your mind. I give you time for contemplation and to feel what has already been done before I bring the first stroke of the paddle down and you nearly leap off the table.

"YEEEOWWITCH!!" you scream as the first paddle strike sears your ass. Involuntarily you raise your head up from the table, dropping the chain and turning to face Me. "Master! Please!!" you cry.

"Ah that got your attention… my naughty slut. Good because there’s more where that came from" I chuckle as I let the paddle fly again. I picked this particular paddle because I know you fear and hate it so. This isn’t the first time you and My paddle have met and the last time the impression it left on you lasted for a long time. This meeting would be no different. I lay into your now very red ass with powerful, punishing strokes knowing that very soon you wil be in tears and begging Me to stop…and I am correct. You try valiantly to hold back the tears, I will credit you for that, but that damn paddle reduces you to tears every time and just ten minutes into the paddling you are crying openly and begging Me to stop.

"Oh not yet slut, you still have 5 minutes left" I tell you. I continue on with the strokes until the full 20 minutes has lapsed. Then just as with the spanking, the paddling stops. You kneel there on the table sobbing and breathing heavily, willing your hands to stay away from your very sore bottom, knowing if you rub it, there will be hell to pay. I let you stay like this for a few minutes without touching or saying a word to you. Your ass is glowing bright red and I can feel the heat coming from it without even touching it. Your legs tremble and your ass sways back and forth slightly as the fire rages in your ass.

Once you have calmed and your sobbing has diminished, I bark out once again.

"Shall we continue? It’s time for the crop."

You grip the table again, eyes down and wait for Me to start again. A minute or two passes before I speak again.

"Ready, slut?"

I hear you sigh, thinking I was going to waive the rest of your punishment since I took so long to start up again.

I lightly rub My hand over your flaming ass and you shudder, drawing in a breath as you feel My touch. You know I am examining My handiwork before continuing. Then I speak and you remember why you love Me so much.

"Well my precious one" I start "… it would appear that your poor bottom is quite raw and bruised so rather that the 40 lashes I had promised you earlier, I’ll be giving you 10 only, but you will still be required to count them. Are you ready my dear?"

"Yes Master" falls from your trembling lips as you hear of My mercy. You wait anxiously for the first stroke to fall, but instead you hear the whir of the digital camera. You know that I am photographing your bottom and you blush deeply.

"These pictures will serve to remind you of this day even after the pain has subsided. I do not want to have to repeat this punishment and it is My hope that showing you these pictures from time to time will reinforce what we have done here today," I explain.

"Yes Master. Thank you," you say.

I set the camera down and pick up the crop. Flexing it once or twice in My hand, I draw it back and the first stroke falls sharply.

"Ten" you groan barely above a whisper

"Louder dear, I want to hear you count. " I say as I strike again with a woosh and a crack.

”Nine” you manage a bit louder this time.

Woosh…crack

"Eight" your knees nearly buckling.

Woosh…crack

"Seven"

Woosh…crack

"Six"

Woosh…crack

"Five” until at long last the final woosh… hits your bottom with a crack that sounds like a gun shot.

"Done Sir" you whisper.

"Good girl…my very good girl. Now down and complete the punishment," I tell you.

You get down to the floor with My helping hand… lowering yourself to your knees, you kiss My hand and then the crop I have just whipped you with.

"Thank-you Sir. I am sorry I failed you Sir. I will do better in the future Sir and I am sorry you had to forego your pleasure to punish this naughty girl."

"Very good my pet. Now to your room. Go to your corner and think about what has happened here tonight. Do not move until I come and get you."

"Y-yes, Master," you say, then turn to obey My order.

I let you stay there in your room for a few minutes while I put away the tools and straighten up the room. I notice a large wet spot on the tabletop and smile, knowing where the wetness came from. Once the room is back in its normal state, I pour Myself a drink and sit down in My chair to calm down and think about what I have done tonight as well.

After about 20 minutes, I go to the bedroom to check on you. You are standing as directed in your corner, your head in the corner and your eyes down. I hear you softly sobbing as I approach.

"Come here, little one," I say.

I lead you over and stand you in front of the full-length mirror, turning you so that you can look over your shoulder at your slaughtered bottom. Your breath hisses over you teeth as you see what I have done.

"Now My slut, tell Me what you thought to gain by being so disrespectful and disobedient to me. Do you enjoy being punished like this perhaps ? Is this what you wanted?" I ask you softly.

"No, Master. I am very sorry I disrespected and disobeyed you. I won’t do it again, I promise. Please forgive me, Master." you say looking down at your feet.

Hooking My finger under your chin I raise your face to My own. I see the streaks where your tears have caused your pretty makeup to run and the redness in your eyes from your crying. I see the hurt in your face and I know that the hurt you feel is more from disappointing Me than from what your bottom has been through. You are a good girl, and even though you disobeyed, I know that you always try to please Me. I am proud of you and I smile even as I try to be stern with you.

"Stay right here," I tell you. I go into the bathroom and return a couple moments later with a wash basin and a wash cloth. Helping you up on the bed and laying you on your stomach, I soak the washcloth in the cold water and then apply it carefully to your scorched ass flesh. I carefully let the cold water absorb the heat from your blistered ass and My tenderness makes you start crying all over again.


"Oh, Master!" you sob, "Oh I am so sorry. I am so sorry I disobeyed you and disappointed you."

"My precious little one, you made a mistake. You will do it again, too. But you do not disappoint Me. You are a good girl, you just made a poor choice this time. It is over, we shall not speak of this again. Now rest, My sweet girl." I say as I continue to tend to you. I pull up a chair next to the bedside and as the washcloth takes away the pain in your rear, I stroke your soft hair, tenderly caring for you as you lay there next to Me.

"You know that I do not like having to punish you, little one. I do not like causing you pain and suffering like this. But you must learn how to serve Me properly and without question if you are to become the submissive you truly crave to be. And sometimes lessons are best learned through the mistakes we make." I tell her soothingly as I stroke her hair.

"Yes, Master. I understand," she coos as she lays there enjoying My minstrations.

After about a half hour of caring for you, you turned to Me.

"Master, may I ask something of you?" you say.

"What is it my sweet?"

"Well I know that this was a punishment and I am not to enjoy it, and I didn’t. But you had to set aside your own pleasure as well in order to punish me."

"Yes, that is true."

"Master please, I don’t want you to miss out simply because you had to deal with me. Please fuck me. Please use me as you were going to tonight. It would make me feel better." you say.

I look into your eyes and see the concern and the sincerity in your expression. I know that to ignore this request, even for your own good, would hurt you far more than My crop or paddle ever could.

"You are such a good girl. All right then, if it means that much to you, I’ll fuck you." I say. The grin on your face and the fire in your eyes is all the approval I need.

I pull My pants down, as you move more into the center of the bed. After seeing the wet spot on the table earlier I know you are already warmed-up. I know what you want now. You want me to shove Myself all the way inside of you. You wanted Me to fuck you hard and fast. You want Me to use your body for My own pleasure.

So that’s just what I do.

Positioning Myself between your splayed legs, I unceremoniously slam into your wet pussy all the way, your ass rippling each time My pelvis rocks against it. You bite into your pillow to keep from screaming and grip the sheets tightly.
As I begin pumping, you adjust to My size and rhythm and your moans get louder and louder, encouraging Me to fuck you still harder, faster.

"Do you want my ass higher in the air?" you ask Me.

I smile broadly. You really are a dirty little slut.

Without letting My cock leave your pussy, we move back away from the headboard just far enough so that your face is pressed into the pillows, and both of us are on our knees. As if this wasn’t a big enough turn on for Me already, this position presents your puckered little asshole to the world.

I start pumping My cock in and out of your pussy again, but I have other plans brewing as well. You can feel my finger tracing circles around your asshole. Very lightly I start playing with it, keeping My cock going in and out of you at a steady rhythm.

As your surprise turns into moans and encouragement, I start tapping your little pink rosebud, lightly and then more forcefully, and then slide just the tip of my finger in and out, in and out. When I feel you relax, I slip my finger inside you up to the first knuckle, and start sliding it in and out as My cock slides in and out of your pussy, setting up an alternating pistoning action that brings out the most exquisite moans and shudders from you.

This turns me on. A lot. Now that I have a good rhythm going, I start to concentrate on Myself again, speeding up the action of My cock and My finger, your face pushed harder into the bedsheets even as you scream in pleasure.

A few minutes later My eyes start to roll back in My head. “Oh… ugh… I’m going to come!” I announce.

"Oh yes Master! Fuck me, come for me!" you beg desperately.

How can I refuse such an impassioned request?

I throw my head back and let out a deep growl. My cock explodes inside you, shooting stream after stream of hot sticky cum deep into your belly. I pump my cock inside you until the spasms die down, then slowly slide my cock and finger out of your sweating, shuddering body.

"Whew!" I gasp. "I know that you didn’t come, but this night is not for you."

You calm down some and carefully turn on your side. “Thank you, Master. Thank you for using me tonight.” you say, softly smiling. And I know that you feel loved and wanted once again.

Watching Her
John watched her from his window every day. Her apartment was a floor above and across the narrow alleyway, so he was looking up at her when she worked in her kitchen. fortunately for him, her kitchen just so happened to have a large window positioned at just the right height for his viewing pleasure. She often had on shorts or a little skirt and sometimes just panties. He often dreamed of tying her up with rope. In his fantasies she would be his - helpless and vulnerable and beautiful. He could do whatever he wanted to her. One particular night as he began his nightly show, he looked up and she was getting spanked right there in her kitchen as she washed dishes. A large well-built man yanked her light pink panties up the crack of her ass and spanked her round beautiful tan cheeks. John stayed in the dark so they wouldn’t notice him watching. It seemed like the man was yelling at her as he slapped her ass. Then he pushed her forward over the counter, tore off her panties, knelt down on his knees and buried his face between her ass cheeks. It blew John’s mind. He felt his cock aching and just had to unzip his pants and take his throbbing cock into his hand. The man stood up and before John knew it, his finger disappeared into her ass. She squirmed and he grabbed her long black hair, bending her head back and licking her neck. Again and again he rammed his finger in and out of her. Then he pushed her over the sink, took his cock and pushed it into her ass. Even at this distance, he heard her squeal and saw her jerk. The man showed no mercy, fucking her in the ass until she fucked him back. He must have been a large man, because she squealed and squirmed and cried out as he forced his cock into her ass. But after a few moments, he saw she began to enjoy him inside her.John loved the transformation – seeing her resist at first and then pushing her ass to meet the man’s cock. He could hear the man calling her a whore and a slut and telling her to take it up the ass like she needed it. And she did - riding his cock like she was born to it. She bucked and moaned and pushed her ass harder backwards, as if she wanted him completely inside her. It was just too much! John came before either of the two in the window did. He liked watching her. Another night when he got in late, he went to his kitchen to get a drink of water and didn’t turn on the light. Glancing up he saw his hot neighbor getting felt up by a much older man. The man was wearing a suit; she was dressed in a skirt and blouse. He was the same height as her, unlike the previous man who towered over her. He had her up against the fridge. He was opening her blouse and she was pushing him away, but not too vigorously. She seemed to let him overpower her until her black bra was exposed. Once he had her tits exposed he sucked on one and fondled the other. All the fight had drained out of her; she was leaning back against the fridge, her eyes closed and her mouth open, obviously enjoying being taken like this. The older man sucked each tit in turn, then removed his belt and lightly flicked each nipple with it. Flinging the belt aside, he put one hand over her mouth and his other hand between her legs under her skirt. He must have known what he was doing under there because she put her arms around him and rubbed her tits in his face. She lay back on the table and he pushed up her skirt, leaned between her legs and licked her pussy.John gasped. He could see her shaved pussy, and at the same time the look of ecstasy on her face. He thought about his naughty neighbor often and kept watching every night. He wanted her. He wanted to tie her up take her. He wanted to spank her ripe, round, inviting ass. She definitely deserved it – and he knew she liked it. He wanted to belt her and show her to other horny men. He wanted to fuck her face with his hard cock while she was helpless and bound. He wanted to taste her and fuck her pussy. Yes, John wanted to take this lovely vision and dominate her and make her his own. But John was a gentleman. He wouldn’t do any of those things to a woman unless she gave him a sign indicating she wanted it too. He thought about the other approachable women in his world. Carmen at his job seemed to be flirting with him lately, but he thought that it was crazy to start anything with a co-worker. Those inter-office romances rarely worked out. But the right woman had to be out there. And he was going to find her. One Friday after work, he went for a drive and stopped for a few beers at a bar not too far from home. It was one he’d passed a thousand times before on his way home, but tonight he just decided to stop in and check the place out. For a small bar, it seemed pretty full and friendly, so he decided to play some pool. He won the game against some guy, but he couldn’t stop thinking about his neighbor. He wondered what kind of a show he would get when he got home that night. Being Friday, she was sure to have someone up in her apartment - Friday and Saturday were prime viewing nights for her sexy exhibitions. And that was when he saw her. She was standing there waiting to play the next game with him. His eyes stood out on stalks at a very hot-looking woman in a tight white midriff-baring spaghetti-string blouse, her nipples brash and brazen through the almost sheer cloth. She wore tight black pants that look like they had been painted on and strappy, stilleto “fuck me” shoes. Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and cascaded down her back like liquid gold. John let her break, his heat rising as she bent over the table. His eyes were fixed on the fabric of her liquid pants stretching over her tight, firm ass, inviting still more dreams of her tightly bound and at his mercy."Loser gets spanked or gets a drink," he said, his gaze still fixed on her ass. He almost blew a fuse when she smiled at him over her shoulder."We’ll see which seems better at the time," she said, wiggling her ass suggestively.With the stakes that high, John played his ass off. He was a pretty fair pool player and he made damned sure she never got to shoot again. After the game he invited her to sit at the bar with him."What are you drinking?" he asked, not daring to push his luck and go straight for the spanking."I’ll take a Margarita, if you’re buying." she said with a smile. "by the way, my name is Heather.""I’m John and I am buying." he said and ordered both of them a drink."A consolation prize?" she asked."More like a conversation ice-breaker." he said, raising his glass."To conversation then." she said as they touched glasses.She was sipping her drink when the subject came back up. “Speaking of conversation, when do I get that spanking?”"Do you mean it?""I am asking. After all, I did lose the game and a bet is a bet." she said, twirling her finger in her drink and looking at him suggestively.John felt his heart pounding its way out of his chest. “Have you ever gotten a good, sound spanking by a man - other than as a child?”"Now what do you think?" she asked playfully. "Come on. Do I look like the good girl type?"This was too good to be true. “No, you are certainly not a good girl. I think a spanking is precisely what you need.”He put his arm around her waist. “Mmmm…nice body.” he commented.In response, she wriggled “Boy, it sure is hot in here tonight!” she complained.With trembling fingers, he undid two of her blouse buttons and blew on her cleavage. “There did that cool you off a bit?’ he asked.She let her head fall back, sighed and smiled. “It helped. But I’m naturally hot. Hot as hell.” She winked at him.John touched her tits through her blouse. She smiled encouragingly even though she was as aware as he was that they were being watched. The bartender came over and suggested they might prefer more privacy in the back.John thanked him, and throwing a smile at those showing an interest, he escorted his sexy lady into a room set aside from the bar and furnished with a big, green sofa. He kissed her and unbuttoned all her blouse buttons, baring her bra-less tits with their big nipples and creamy complexion."You sure are beautiful." he said before lowering his head, taking her tits into his mouth and sucking on them one at a time. She moaned, enveloped his face with her tits to the point that he had to come up for air, and stroked his head."This is all very well," she said in a low sultry voice, "but what about my spanking. I lost the game, remember?"It was difficult for John to pull his head away from her tits, but he forced himself."You are a horny little slut aren’t you?" he said. He pulled her across his lap face down and she wriggled seductively when he spanked her real hard. Her squirming and squealing attracted the attention of several men from the bar. They appeared in the doorway just as John stood her up and undid her jeans, pulling them down to expose her lovely ass.Resisting her beautiful slick pussy, he pulled her back down across his lap and spanked her bare ass in front of the other men. She pretended she didn’t know they were being watched, but he knew she did. And what’s more, he knew she was enjoying every bit of it.After a firm spanking he stood her up with her round pink ass facing him teased her pussy with his fingers."Ohhh, don’t stop.." she whined, reaching back to pull her ass cheeks apart allowing him access to her. He took the invitation and plunged two fingers into her, finding her already sopping wet. He fingered her pussy as she wriggled and moaned her delightful approval. John gave her a good fingering while he remained seated, his free arm wrapped around her waist and holding her in place while he thrust into her over and over. As he shoved his fingers deep into her she coated them with her juices until he pulled them out and licked her off of them."Mmmmm your pussy tastes great!" he said. Heather moaned at his remark and leaned forward while pushing her ass back at him. He leaned in and buried his face in her ass licking and tonguing her pussy and pushing his tongue deep into her wet hole. As his tongue worked her pussy and clit, she moaned loudly and ground her ass into his face, wanting him deeper in her hungry pussy.The men who were watching stood awestruck until one of them remarked “Man, she sure likes what you’re giving her!” Then the rest of the men cheered and egged him on.He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled her down onto the floor on all fours with her blouse open and her jeans down at her thighs. Her white ass in the dim room was a fantastic sight. Keeping a handful of her hair in one hand, he used the other to take off his belt and used it on the hot woman’s round ass in front of the small audience they had. He landed his black leather belt across her ass until she tried to crawl away from him. Of course, she didn’t get very far until he hauled her back. Sitting back down in the chair, he dragged her to him, pulling her between his legs and making her suck his cock. While he sat on the chair, she remained on her knees between his legs, his hands using her hair like a pulley to push and pull at her head.Wanting to delay his climax, John put her back across his lap and penetrated her ass hole with his finger. She whimpered. He fingered her ass and told her he wanted to take her home and tie her up and then fuck her everywhere – in her mouth, her pussy, her big fine ass. He told her he might decide to keep her tied up in his house for days as his slave. He rammed her ass as he said that and she lifted it to meet his finger."Come on, let’s get out of here." he said pulling her along by the hair. She went willingly, hot to have more of him and lingering on the brink of climax herself.John took her back to his apartment, where he made her strip and he tied her up, just like he’d watched her get many times before. First he tied her hands together and then threw the other end of the rope over an exposed ceiling beam in his apartment. He pulled the rope tight, raising her arms up over her head until she almost had to stand on tip toes. He backed off just enough for her to get good footing, but still be taunt and tied the rope off at that point. He took another length of rope and wrapped it around her tits and chest, making a rope bra that made her tits stick out lewdly. Her thighs were apart and her tits restricted by the time he was done."I want to take some pictures to remember this." he said"Ok, I guess. I mean, it’s not like I could stop you! But I want a set too." she said. "I want to remember this as well.""Oh I think you will…and you won’t need the photos to do it either!" he said swatting her on the ass as he went to get the camera.He took a few photographs of her tied like that, and then licked her clit until she came on his tongue. His game wasn’t ended. Not by a long shot.Her eyes widened when he scolded her. “You got naked for a strange man. You are a horny little slut. You made the men in the bar crazy. I could have let them loose on you. But I decided to punish you myself. You will be my slave tonight. You will call me Master. You will do whatever I want and be used however I see fit. I am going to use you. your ass, your pussy your mouth and your tits - as I please. You are nothing but a fucktoy and I intend to pleasure Myself with you. If you feel pain, you deserve it. You will obey me and try your utmost to please me, whatever that entails. You are my slut, and I like you bound and helpless. You need to learn a lesson about torturing men. Do you understand me?”He sat on a chair and stared at his hostage. She was quite a sight and he couldn’t possibly leave her unmolested, not with his dick still stiff in his pants. He got up and went to her, nibbling on her tits until her nipples were very hard. He fingered her pussy until she writhed and twisted in her bonds, desperate to cum."Oh, no, slut. You don’t get to cum unless I give you permission. If you do, you’ll be one sorry little whore!" he warned her."Yes, Master." she said. The words only served to drive her further towards the edge. She was on fire and she needed him - badly.He took her down from her bound and stretched position releasing her only to grab her by the hair and haul her to the bedroom, where he threw her onto the bed.He rolled her over on her stomach and pulled her up by the hair."Up on all fours, my little bitch." he said. Holding onto her hair to keep her on all fours, he slid his other hand between her legs and slapped her thighs."Spread those legs for me." he said. She slid her knees further apart. He ran his fingertips lightly over her engorged outer lips gently, teasingly. Then he roughly grabbed her mound, pulling downward, and twisting a little. She half moaned and half yelped. He grabbed her swollen, throbbing clit, pinching it between his fingers."Spread your ass for me, slut." he commanded.She rested her chest on the pillows and reached back to spread her ass open for him."Wider! " he said, as he smacked her soaked pussy in short stingy slaps. Heather’s clit started enlarging, her lips were getting hot, and every inch of her pussy was convulsing. He slipped a finger in deep, saturating it. Then he rubbed her juices over her asshole, slowly sliding a finger deep into her ass and out again. Heather was moaning out loud and half panting."Mmm, you are such a hot little bitch. The juices are just running down your thighs. You like it when I play with your ass, fingering it deeply. I bet you are wishing that was my cock in your little ass, stretching it wider and going deeper." he growled. Heather moaned again at the very idea of it."Not yet my little fucktoy. Put your hands back up to balance yourself." She pushed herself back up to an all fours position. She felt the tip of his cock at her pussy entrance. He started sliding just the head in and out, teasing her while he fingered her asshole."Oh, my god Master! Ohhhh…""Yes my little slut? You want your Masters cock don’t you?""Oh, yes Sir, I want it, I need it! Please!""I bet you do. You want to be fucked good and hard don’t you? You want me to treat you like a little slut, don’t you?""Yes Sir, please treat me like the slut I am! Please!""I can’t tell… you’d better ask me right. Beg for it bitch, beg to be fucked hard and treated like a little slut.""Oh please Master, fuck me, fuck me hard. Treat me like your little slut. Ram it deep into me. Only you can please me sir. Please fill my cunt with your cum. I want to feel you cum inside me. My pussy is so wet. It’s craving your cock. I need you so much. I m such a fucking slut please Sir, I need you to treat me like your slut.""Maybe I’ll get one of those guys at the bar to come over so we can both fuck you. Let you suck us both hard. You can get on top of my cock while he slides his dick in your ass. I want to watch your face while you have two guys fucking you, stuffing you from the front and back. Do you want both holes to be used?""Yes, Sir, I would love to have both holes filled. I want to feel full. I want you to use my body to please you."John slammed into to her clear to the hilt. Then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed in again. Heather’s body lunged forward with each thrust. She screamed in ecstasy. She was almost in tears from the pleasure as he continued this pattern. Pulling out unexpectedly, he smacked her pussy hard several times. Then he retrieved several small clamps from the drawer and attached them to her slick outer labia. Heather moaned as the intensity increased. Her mind started to spin as the pleasure swept over her body. She could feel him pulling her pussy open wide by the clamps. She cringed a little at the sharp pain shooting through her genitals. First two fingers slipped in and then all four. They pumped in and out of her, yanking hard on the clamps. Heather moaned and screamed as the orgasm racked through her body. He started fucking her hard and fast, slamming his cock deep in her pussy. She heard him grunt and his body stiffened as he erupted inside her. He rested back on his heels for a second to catch his breath, as she let herself sprawl across the bed on her stomach."Did I tell you to lay down slut?" you asked sternly."No, Sir." she replied, getting back to her knees."Turn around and face me, slut." he said gruffly. She moved to comply. She was surprised to notice his member was still stiff and rigid. He moved forward and shoved his shaft in her mouth."Now, lick it clean bitch. Suck our juices off of it." he said, grabbing her hair again for leverage. She licked around the edge of its head, delved deep into its little slit, slowly licked the sides, and then sucked it deep into her hot eager mouth. She meticulously slurped the cum from his member, careful not to miss a drop. Moaning, she lapped up the small puddle at its base and down his balls and gingerly sucked them into her mouth for a thorough cleaning."That’s right, don’t miss a drop. Oh yeah, that feels great. I love your well-trained mouth." he said moaning. The sensation was exquisite. She flicked her tongue up his shaft and took his full length deep in her mouth again, moaning around it. To her amazement, his cock grew harder again in her mouth. He slammed it down her throat several times before pulling it out with a loud pop.Grabbing her neck, he pushed her down to the mattress and positioned himself behind her. He rammed his rod deep into her pussy several times. She felt the head of his cock on her anal opening, his thumbs on either side, spreading it open for his invasion. Using her juices as lubrication, he brutally shoved his cock into her in one sudden thrust, stretching the tight ring around the thick mushroom head of his cock. Heather screamed as he impaled her on his cock, filling the canal, and digging into her body. He savagely pumped in and out of her ass. She bucked back against him to meet his thrusts. They both panted and moaned as the friction and heat built. He hung onto her hips, his nails digging into her soft flesh. John grunted from behind his captive as he pulled all the way out and plunged back in. She moaned and screamed into the mattress. Her pussy and ass convulsed as her climax ripped through her."Lay down and roll over, slut" he gasped, stroking his slick shaft. She did as he said, stretching out, watching him straddle her stomach, stroking his cock. His stroke quickened and suddenly his cock erupted his load splashed across her chest and face. She rubbed it into her chest playing with her nipples. Setting back on his heels again he said, "You are a good little slut. Now go start my water, I want to clean up."Once he had showered and come back from the bathroom, they went out to eat. He didn’t let her clean up, telling her that he enjoyed the smell of a fresh-fucked slut, and that she needed to be thankful he let her keep his cum on her and in her."Yes, Master." she replied with a smile.At dinner they talked and he learned more about his new toy."I love being so overpowered. It’s so hot." she admitted"You’ve had it done before?" he asked."Oh yes, many times." she said. She told him of her summers with her Uncle Lou and how he’d sneak into the bathroom when she showered and try to do things. She had acted like she didn’t want it, but she’d left the latch off purposely. At night he sometimes climbed into bed with her. She was only 17, and he would pull down her baby doll panties under the covers and turn her over onto her stomach. He would play with her ass and push his finger into her tight ass hole. She would gasp and act like she was going to cry and Uncle Lou would cover her mouth and tell her she needed something. He told her she was walking around in skimpy clothes all day asking for it. He told her he wouldn’t get her in trouble if she accepted her discipline from him. One night ‘discipline’ meant she had to show her pussy to his friend. She had to act like it was accidental, but she had to be sure his friend saw her naked between her legs. Uncle Lou threatened her with a much worse punishment if she didn’t do as she was told. And he reminded her it was her own fault for being such a bad girl. She’d never disclosed that she’d liked what she was doing, that she liked to tease and that although he thought she was in his power, showing her naked pussy to appreciative older men, he was really in hers.Once they had eaten, they returned to the apartment. They sat in the living room having a couple beers and talking more. Later he tied her up again. It was different this time although still intricate. This time he tied one of her legs to the leg of his kitchen table. He also tied her hands together in front of her and made her stay bent over the kitchen table for a while."I want everyone to see you." He put his kitchen light on, stood behind her and stared at her ass; drank another beer; lit a joint and held it for her when it was her turn to inhale."Slut?" ”Yes, Master?” she shivered with apprehension when she said it."I’m going to fuck you up the ass." His cock was hard again just from looking at her.The kitchen light glared, so he turned it off and lit candles so anyone outside could see her getting fucked up the ass."A little punishment, just to remind you of your place in this."He took his belt and whipped her ass a few times until she yelled."Now you are going to get a good fucking, bitch."Separating her cheeks, he guided his cock until he was easing himself inside her tight hot asshole. The feeling was electric. His cock was being squeezed and at the same time sucked into her ass. Her ass cheeks shook some when he rammed inside her."You like that, slut? Huh? You like getting my cock up your ass, you little whore!?""Ow, it hurts," she whined. It was a put-on. He could tell that by the way her ass was wriggling, pushing back against him. But he knew what she wanted. He responded with a whack of the belt."How’s that? Does that hurt?"Tied down and taken, she pushed her ass up to meet his cock. He sensed she knew it would inspire more beating. He grunted and belted her as he came in her tight hot ass, until eventually he had no more to give and the woman herself collapsed, exhausted, beneath him.John remained slumped over her body for a few minutes, but as he began to disengage himself, he happened to look upwards. His neighbor across the alleyway was at the window touching herself as she watched him, just as he’d used to do.He determined that this wasn’t the last show he would put on for his new audience.

Watching Her

John watched her from his window every day. Her apartment was a floor above and across the narrow alleyway, so he was looking up at her when she worked in her kitchen. fortunately for him, her kitchen just so happened to have a large window positioned at just the right height for his viewing pleasure. She often had on shorts or a little skirt and sometimes just panties. He often dreamed of tying her up with rope. In his fantasies she would be his - helpless and vulnerable and beautiful. He could do whatever he wanted to her.

One particular night as he began his nightly show, he looked up and she was getting spanked right there in her kitchen as she washed dishes. A large well-built man yanked her light pink panties up the crack of her ass and spanked her round beautiful tan cheeks. John stayed in the dark so they wouldn’t notice him watching. It seemed like the man was yelling at her as he slapped her ass. Then he pushed her forward over the counter, tore off her panties, knelt down on his knees and buried his face between her ass cheeks. It blew John’s mind. He felt his cock aching and just had to unzip his pants and take his throbbing cock into his hand. The man stood up and before John knew it, his finger disappeared into her ass. She squirmed and he grabbed her long black hair, bending her head back and licking her neck. Again and again he rammed his finger in and out of her. Then he pushed her over the sink, took his cock and pushed it into her ass. Even at this distance, he heard her squeal and saw her jerk. The man showed no mercy, fucking her in the ass until she fucked him back. He must have been a large man, because she squealed and squirmed and cried out as he forced his cock into her ass. But after a few moments, he saw she began to enjoy him inside her.

John loved the transformation – seeing her resist at first and then pushing her ass to meet the man’s cock. He could hear the man calling her a whore and a slut and telling her to take it up the ass like she needed it. And she did - riding his cock like she was born to it. She bucked and moaned and pushed her ass harder backwards, as if she wanted him completely inside her. It was just too much! John came before either of the two in the window did. He liked watching her.

 Another night when he got in late, he went to his kitchen to get a drink of water and didn’t turn on the light. Glancing up he saw his hot neighbor getting felt up by a much older man. The man was wearing a suit; she was dressed in a skirt and blouse. He was the same height as her, unlike the previous man who towered over her. He had her up against the fridge. He was opening her blouse and she was pushing him away, but not too vigorously. She seemed to let him overpower her until her black bra was exposed. Once he had her tits exposed he sucked on one and fondled the other. All the fight had drained out of her; she was leaning back against the fridge, her eyes closed and her mouth open, obviously enjoying being taken like this. The older man sucked each tit in turn, then removed his belt and lightly flicked each nipple with it. Flinging the belt aside, he put one hand over her mouth and his other hand between her legs under her skirt. He must have known what he was doing under there because she put her arms around him and rubbed her tits in his face. She lay back on the table and he pushed up her skirt, leaned between her legs and licked her pussy.

John gasped. He could see her shaved pussy, and at the same time the look of ecstasy on her face. He thought about his naughty neighbor often and kept watching every night. He wanted her. He wanted to tie her up take her. He wanted to spank her ripe, round, inviting ass. She definitely deserved it – and he knew she liked it. He wanted to belt her and show her to other horny men. He wanted to fuck her face with his hard cock while she was helpless and bound. He wanted to taste her and fuck her pussy.

 Yes, John wanted to take this lovely vision and dominate her and make her his own. But John was a gentleman. He wouldn’t do any of those things to a woman unless she gave him a sign indicating she wanted it too. He thought about the other approachable women in his world. Carmen at his job seemed to be flirting with him lately, but he thought that it was crazy to start anything with a co-worker. Those inter-office romances rarely worked out. But the right woman had to be out there. And he was going to find her.

 One Friday after work, he went for a drive and stopped for a few beers at a bar not too far from home. It was one he’d passed a thousand times before on his way home, but tonight he just decided to stop in and check the place out. For a small bar, it seemed pretty full and friendly, so he decided to play some pool. He won the game against some guy, but he couldn’t stop thinking about his neighbor. He wondered what kind of a show he would get when he got home that night. Being Friday, she was sure to have someone up in her apartment - Friday and Saturday were prime viewing nights for her sexy exhibitions. And that was when he saw her. She was standing there waiting to play the next game with him. His eyes stood out on stalks at a very hot-looking woman in a tight white midriff-baring spaghetti-string blouse, her nipples brash and brazen through the almost sheer cloth. She wore tight black pants that look like they had been painted on and strappy, stilleto “fuck me” shoes. Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and cascaded down her back like liquid gold. John let her break, his heat rising as she bent over the table. His eyes were fixed on the fabric of her liquid pants stretching over her tight, firm ass, inviting still more dreams of her tightly bound and at his mercy.

"Loser gets spanked or gets a drink," he said, his gaze still fixed on her ass. He almost blew a fuse when she smiled at him over her shoulder.

"We’ll see which seems better at the time," she said, wiggling her ass suggestively.

With the stakes that high, John played his ass off. He was a pretty fair pool player and he made damned sure she never got to shoot again. After the game he invited her to sit at the bar with him.

"What are you drinking?" he asked, not daring to push his luck and go straight for the spanking.

"I’ll take a Margarita, if you’re buying." she said with a smile. "by the way, my name is Heather."

"I’m John and I am buying." he said and ordered both of them a drink.

"A consolation prize?" she asked.

"More like a conversation ice-breaker." he said, raising his glass.

"To conversation then." she said as they touched glasses.

She was sipping her drink when the subject came back up. “Speaking of conversation, when do I get that spanking?”

"Do you mean it?"

"I am asking. After all, I did lose the game and a bet is a bet." she said, twirling her finger in her drink and looking at him suggestively.

John felt his heart pounding its way out of his chest. “Have you ever gotten a good, sound spanking by a man - other than as a child?”

"Now what do you think?" she asked playfully. "Come on. Do I look like the good girl type?"

This was too good to be true. “No, you are certainly not a good girl. I think a spanking is precisely what you need.”

He put his arm around her waist. “Mmmm…nice body.” he commented.

In response, she wriggled “Boy, it sure is hot in here tonight!” she complained.

With trembling fingers, he undid two of her blouse buttons and blew on her cleavage. “There did that cool you off a bit?’ he asked.

She let her head fall back, sighed and smiled. “It helped. But I’m naturally hot. Hot as hell.” She winked at him.

John touched her tits through her blouse. She smiled encouragingly even though she was as aware as he was that they were being watched. The bartender came over and suggested they might prefer more privacy in the back.

John thanked him, and throwing a smile at those showing an interest, he escorted his sexy lady into a room set aside from the bar and furnished with a big, green sofa. He kissed her and unbuttoned all her blouse buttons, baring her bra-less tits with their big nipples and creamy complexion.

"You sure are beautiful." he said before lowering his head, taking her tits into his mouth and sucking on them one at a time. She moaned, enveloped his face with her tits to the point that he had to come up for air, and stroked his head.

"This is all very well," she said in a low sultry voice, "but what about my spanking. I lost the game, remember?"

It was difficult for John to pull his head away from her tits, but he forced himself.

"You are a horny little slut aren’t you?" he said. He pulled her across his lap face down and she wriggled seductively when he spanked her real hard. Her squirming and squealing attracted the attention of several men from the bar. They appeared in the doorway just as John stood her up and undid her jeans, pulling them down to expose her lovely ass.

Resisting her beautiful slick pussy, he pulled her back down across his lap and spanked her bare ass in front of the other men. She pretended she didn’t know they were being watched, but he knew she did. And what’s more, he knew she was enjoying every bit of it.

After a firm spanking he stood her up with her round pink ass facing him teased her pussy with his fingers.

"Ohhh, don’t stop.." she whined, reaching back to pull her ass cheeks apart allowing him access to her. He took the invitation and plunged two fingers into her, finding her already sopping wet. He fingered her pussy as she wriggled and moaned her delightful approval. John gave her a good fingering while he remained seated, his free arm wrapped around her waist and holding her in place while he thrust into her over and over. As he shoved his fingers deep into her she coated them with her juices until he pulled them out and licked her off of them.

"Mmmmm your pussy tastes great!" he said. Heather moaned at his remark and leaned forward while pushing her ass back at him. He leaned in and buried his face in her ass licking and tonguing her pussy and pushing his tongue deep into her wet hole. As his tongue worked her pussy and clit, she moaned loudly and ground her ass into his face, wanting him deeper in her hungry pussy.

The men who were watching stood awestruck until one of them remarked “Man, she sure likes what you’re giving her!” Then the rest of the men cheered and egged him on.

He grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled her down onto the floor on all fours with her blouse open and her jeans down at her thighs. Her white ass in the dim room was a fantastic sight. Keeping a handful of her hair in one hand, he used the other to take off his belt and used it on the hot woman’s round ass in front of the small audience they had. He landed his black leather belt across her ass until she tried to crawl away from him. Of course, she didn’t get very far until he hauled her back. Sitting back down in the chair, he dragged her to him, pulling her between his legs and making her suck his cock. While he sat on the chair, she remained on her knees between his legs, his hands using her hair like a pulley to push and pull at her head.

Wanting to delay his climax, John put her back across his lap and penetrated her ass hole with his finger. She whimpered. He fingered her ass and told her he wanted to take her home and tie her up and then fuck her everywhere – in her mouth, her pussy, her big fine ass. He told her he might decide to keep her tied up in his house for days as his slave. He rammed her ass as he said that and she lifted it to meet his finger.

"Come on, let’s get out of here." he said pulling her along by the hair. She went willingly, hot to have more of him and lingering on the brink of climax herself.

John took her back to his apartment, where he made her strip and he tied her up, just like he’d watched her get many times before. First he tied her hands together and then threw the other end of the rope over an exposed ceiling beam in his apartment. He pulled the rope tight, raising her arms up over her head until she almost had to stand on tip toes. He backed off just enough for her to get good footing, but still be taunt and tied the rope off at that point. He took another length of rope and wrapped it around her tits and chest, making a rope bra that made her tits stick out lewdly. Her thighs were apart and her tits restricted by the time he was done.

"I want to take some pictures to remember this." he said

"Ok, I guess. I mean, it’s not like I could stop you! But I want a set too." she said. "I want to remember this as well."

"Oh I think you will…and you won’t need the photos to do it either!" he said swatting her on the ass as he went to get the camera.

He took a few photographs of her tied like that, and then licked her clit until she came on his tongue. His game wasn’t ended. Not by a long shot.

Her eyes widened when he scolded her. “You got naked for a strange man. You are a horny little slut. You made the men in the bar crazy. I could have let them loose on you. But I decided to punish you myself. You will be my slave tonight. You will call me Master. You will do whatever I want and be used however I see fit. I am going to use you. your ass, your pussy your mouth and your tits - as I please. You are nothing but a fucktoy and I intend to pleasure Myself with you. If you feel pain, you deserve it. You will obey me and try your utmost to please me, whatever that entails. You are my slut, and I like you bound and helpless. You need to learn a lesson about torturing men. Do you understand me?”

He sat on a chair and stared at his hostage. She was quite a sight and he couldn’t possibly leave her unmolested, not with his dick still stiff in his pants. He got up and went to her, nibbling on her tits until her nipples were very hard. He fingered her pussy until she writhed and twisted in her bonds, desperate to cum.

"Oh, no, slut. You don’t get to cum unless I give you permission. If you do, you’ll be one sorry little whore!" he warned her.

"Yes, Master." she said. The words only served to drive her further towards the edge. She was on fire and she needed him - badly.

He took her down from her bound and stretched position releasing her only to grab her by the hair and haul her to the bedroom, where he threw her onto the bed.

He rolled her over on her stomach and pulled her up by the hair.

"Up on all fours, my little bitch." he said. Holding onto her hair to keep her on all fours, he slid his other hand between her legs and slapped her thighs.

"Spread those legs for me." he said. She slid her knees further apart. He ran his fingertips lightly over her engorged outer lips gently, teasingly. Then he roughly grabbed her mound, pulling downward, and twisting a little. She half moaned and half yelped. He grabbed her swollen, throbbing clit, pinching it between his fingers.

"Spread your ass for me, slut." he commanded.

She rested her chest on the pillows and reached back to spread her ass open for him.

"Wider! " he said, as he smacked her soaked pussy in short stingy slaps. Heather’s clit started enlarging, her lips were getting hot, and every inch of her pussy was convulsing. He slipped a finger in deep, saturating it. Then he rubbed her juices over her asshole, slowly sliding a finger deep into her ass and out again. Heather was moaning out loud and half panting.

"Mmm, you are such a hot little bitch. The juices are just running down your thighs. You like it when I play with your ass, fingering it deeply. I bet you are wishing that was my cock in your little ass, stretching it wider and going deeper." he growled. Heather moaned again at the very idea of it.

"Not yet my little fucktoy. Put your hands back up to balance yourself." She pushed herself back up to an all fours position. She felt the tip of his cock at her pussy entrance. He started sliding just the head in and out, teasing her while he fingered her asshole.

"Oh, my god Master! Ohhhh…"

"Yes my little slut? You want your Masters cock don’t you?"

"Oh, yes Sir, I want it, I need it! Please!"

"I bet you do. You want to be fucked good and hard don’t you? You want me to treat you like a little slut, don’t you?"

"Yes Sir, please treat me like the slut I am! Please!"

"I can’t tell… you’d better ask me right. Beg for it bitch, beg to be fucked hard and treated like a little slut."

"Oh please Master, fuck me, fuck me hard. Treat me like your little slut. Ram it deep into me. Only you can please me sir. Please fill my cunt with your cum. I want to feel you cum inside me. My pussy is so wet. It’s craving your cock. I need you so much. I m such a fucking slut please Sir, I need you to treat me like your slut."

"Maybe I’ll get one of those guys at the bar to come over so we can both fuck you. Let you suck us both hard. You can get on top of my cock while he slides his dick in your ass. I want to watch your face while you have two guys fucking you, stuffing you from the front and back. Do you want both holes to be used?"

"Yes, Sir, I would love to have both holes filled. I want to feel full. I want you to use my body to please you."

John slammed into to her clear to the hilt. Then he pulled almost all the way out and slammed in again. Heather’s body lunged forward with each thrust. She screamed in ecstasy. She was almost in tears from the pleasure as he continued this pattern. Pulling out unexpectedly, he smacked her pussy hard several times. Then he retrieved several small clamps from the drawer and attached them to her slick outer labia. Heather moaned as the intensity increased. Her mind started to spin as the pleasure swept over her body. She could feel him pulling her pussy open wide by the clamps. She cringed a little at the sharp pain shooting through her genitals. First two fingers slipped in and then all four. They pumped in and out of her, yanking hard on the clamps. Heather moaned and screamed as the orgasm racked through her body. He started fucking her hard and fast, slamming his cock deep in her pussy. She heard him grunt and his body stiffened as he erupted inside her. He rested back on his heels for a second to catch his breath, as she let herself sprawl across the bed on her stomach.

"Did I tell you to lay down slut?" you asked sternly.

"No, Sir." she replied, getting back to her knees.

"Turn around and face me, slut." he said gruffly. She moved to comply. She was surprised to notice his member was still stiff and rigid. He moved forward and shoved his shaft in her mouth.

"Now, lick it clean bitch. Suck our juices off of it." he said, grabbing her hair again for leverage. She licked around the edge of its head, delved deep into its little slit, slowly licked the sides, and then sucked it deep into her hot eager mouth. She meticulously slurped the cum from his member, careful not to miss a drop. Moaning, she lapped up the small puddle at its base and down his balls and gingerly sucked them into her mouth for a thorough cleaning.

"That’s right, don’t miss a drop. Oh yeah, that feels great. I love your well-trained mouth." he said moaning. The sensation was exquisite. She flicked her tongue up his shaft and took his full length deep in her mouth again, moaning around it. To her amazement, his cock grew harder again in her mouth. He slammed it down her throat several times before pulling it out with a loud pop.

Grabbing her neck, he pushed her down to the mattress and positioned himself behind her. He rammed his rod deep into her pussy several times. She felt the head of his cock on her anal opening, his thumbs on either side, spreading it open for his invasion. Using her juices as lubrication, he brutally shoved his cock into her in one sudden thrust, stretching the tight ring around the thick mushroom head of his cock. Heather screamed as he impaled her on his cock, filling the canal, and digging into her body. He savagely pumped in and out of her ass. She bucked back against him to meet his thrusts. They both panted and moaned as the friction and heat built. He hung onto her hips, his nails digging into her soft flesh. John grunted from behind his captive as he pulled all the way out and plunged back in. She moaned and screamed into the mattress. Her pussy and ass convulsed as her climax ripped through her.

"Lay down and roll over, slut" he gasped, stroking his slick shaft. She did as he said, stretching out, watching him straddle her stomach, stroking his cock. His stroke quickened and suddenly his cock erupted his load splashed across her chest and face. She rubbed it into her chest playing with her nipples. Setting back on his heels again he said, "You are a good little slut. Now go start my water, I want to clean up."

Once he had showered and come back from the bathroom, they went out to eat. He didn’t let her clean up, telling her that he enjoyed the smell of a fresh-fucked slut, and that she needed to be thankful he let her keep his cum on her and in her.

"Yes, Master." she replied with a smile.

At dinner they talked and he learned more about his new toy.

"I love being so overpowered. It’s so hot." she admitted

"You’ve had it done before?" he asked.

"Oh yes, many times." she said. She told him of her summers with her Uncle Lou and how he’d sneak into the bathroom when she showered and try to do things. She had acted like she didn’t want it, but she’d left the latch off purposely. At night he sometimes climbed into bed with her. She was only 17, and he would pull down her baby doll panties under the covers and turn her over onto her stomach. He would play with her ass and push his finger into her tight ass hole. She would gasp and act like she was going to cry and Uncle Lou would cover her mouth and tell her she needed something. He told her she was walking around in skimpy clothes all day asking for it. He told her he wouldn’t get her in trouble if she accepted her discipline from him. One night ‘discipline’ meant she had to show her pussy to his friend. She had to act like it was accidental, but she had to be sure his friend saw her naked between her legs. Uncle Lou threatened her with a much worse punishment if she didn’t do as she was told. And he reminded her it was her own fault for being such a bad girl. She’d never disclosed that she’d liked what she was doing, that she liked to tease and that although he thought she was in his power, showing her naked pussy to appreciative older men, he was
really in hers.

Once they had eaten, they returned to the apartment. They sat in the living room having a couple beers and talking more. Later he tied her up again. It was different this time although still intricate. This time he tied one of her legs to the leg of his kitchen table. He also tied her hands together in front of her and made her stay bent over the kitchen table for a while.

"I want everyone to see you." He put his kitchen light on, stood behind her and stared at her ass; drank another beer; lit a joint and held it for her when it was her turn to inhale.

"Slut?"

 ”Yes, Master?” she shivered with apprehension when she said it.

"I’m going to fuck you up the ass." His cock was hard again just from looking at her.

The kitchen light glared, so he turned it off and lit candles so anyone outside could see her getting fucked up the ass.

"A little punishment, just to remind you of your place in this."

He took his belt and whipped her ass a few times until she yelled.

"Now you are going to get a good fucking, bitch."

Separating her cheeks, he guided his cock until he was easing himself inside her tight hot asshole. The feeling was electric. His cock was being squeezed and at the same time sucked into her ass. Her ass cheeks shook some when he rammed inside her.

"You like that, slut? Huh? You like getting my cock up your ass, you little whore!?"

"Ow, it hurts," she whined. It was a put-on. He could tell that by the way her ass was wriggling, pushing back against him. But he knew what she wanted. He responded with a whack of the belt.

"How’s that? Does that hurt?"

Tied down and taken, she pushed her ass up to meet his cock. He sensed she knew it would inspire more beating. He grunted and belted her as he came in her tight hot ass, until eventually he had no more to give and the woman herself collapsed, exhausted, beneath him.

John remained slumped over her body for a few minutes, but as he began to disengage himself, he happened to look upwards. His neighbor across the alleyway was at the window touching herself as she watched him, just as he’d used to do.

He determined that this wasn’t the last show he would put on for his new audience.

The Maid
I was tasked to host a dinner party for the president of the company coming to Los Angeles from New York. He was here to see how the West Coast office was doing and if they needed anything in light of the economic downturn the country was going through. They had already closed one of the Midwest offices in St. Louis and broken that office up, sending the personnel to the other offices elsewhere.
Obviously, my boss, Mr. Chapman was not interested in moving away from the sunny California home he and his wife had created for themselves and I have to admit, I wasn’t excited about the idea either. So it was up to me to rub elbows with and schmooze the president and “get him to see how important and vital the West Coast operations are to the company” (my boss’s words).
So taking charge of this meet and greet, I decided that hosting the dinner party in my own home would show “fiscal responsibility” and impress the higher ups. Besides, I had a pretty nice place, if I do say so myself, and the huge back deck had a killer view of the ocean. I thought it would be a suitable enough setting for an informal dinner party.Now being a single working stiff, I don’t always have time to keep an immaculate home. My home isn’t a pig sty, but it isn’t a model for Better Homes and Gardens either. And with such VIP’s coming over, it needed to be. So in addition to calling a caterer for the party, I decided to call a maid service to help get the place ship-shape. Thumbing through the telephone book I found a maid service and after placing the call and making arrangements for the maid to come early the next day (which also happened to be the day of the party), I spent the remainder of that evening putting everything of value away - after all this maid would be all over the house and I didn’t have the luxury of following her to make sure she was as honest and reliable as the company said she would be! So with everything put in the safe that could “accidentally walk away”, I went to bed that night knowing that the next day could either make or break my career. Getting up early, I showered, shaved, and got ready for the day. A quick breakfast, and I put the dishes in the dishwasher and sat down for a cup of coffee before getting on with the day. I was sitting in my easy chair, looking out the big sliding door that leads to the deck and the ocean view behind it when I heard the doorbell ring. I set my coffee cup down on the table next to the chair and went to see who was disturbing my tranquility. I opened the door and standing before me was a very attractive blonde. “Hello sir, My name is Michelle. I am with The *** Maid Service. I understand you need a maid to help you?” she said. “Y-yes,” I said, my voice cracking at the shock of seeing such a beautiful woman at my door. “Sorry, yes, please come in.”Michelle stood about five foot four inches tall with a very well formed 33D-25-33 body. Her honey blonde hair was loose and hung down to the middle of her back and her green eyes were soft and sparkling. She had full kissable lips and a soft husky voice that made a man’s cock hard just hearing her talk!  She smiled softly, her head lowered but looking up at me. I held the door open for her and she came in. “Thank you, sir.” I led her into the front room and offered her a seat while I explained what was going to happen and what I needed her for. “Michelle, this evening I am hosting a very important dinner party. Primarily, it will be out on the deck there,” I said, pointing to the deck outside,” but I expect I will be showing my guests the rest of the house as well. Now I have a caterer coming to take of the food prep, so I don’t think the kitchen will be part of your responsibility - they will take care of the cleanup after the party. I just need your help in getting the rest of the house in order.” “Yes, sir. That should be no problem. You have a very lovely home and I can help you get ready for your party. Just show me where you keep your cleaning supplies and I will get to work.” I took Michelle down the hall where I kept the mop and broom and other cleaning things. She surveyed what I had to use. “I’ve got some things in the car that will do a better job than this. If you’d like I can bring them in,” she said. “Whatever you think would do the best job,” I said. She stepped out and a minute or so came back with a bucket full of spray bottles and assorted cleaning things. She went right to work taking off her jacket and putting on a plain green smock.  “I will be out on the deck getting it ready for the party, Michelle. If you need anything just let come and get me,” I told her. “Very good, sir,” she said as she started dusting. I took a moment to watch the pretty thing as she did her work. She caught me watching her and smiled softly. Then turned back to her work. I went out on the deck and set the table and chairs up, got the outside lights set up and extended the awning to cover part of the deck. I swept off the dirt and debris so it would look decent for my guests.  I turned back towards the sliding glass door and noticed that Michelle wasn’t in the living room anymore. I came inside and just as I was shutting the glass door I heard a great crash and the sound of something large breaking.  “OH SHIT!!” I heard Michelle shout from the hallway. A came around the corner and found the large vase I had on a small table at the end of the hallway was on the floor in a million pieces. She saw me come around the corner and she came up to me in a near panic. “Oh sir I am so sorry! I don’t know what happened! I was just finishing the bathroom, mopping the bathroom floor! I must have bumped the vase with my hip or with the mop handle! Oh sir, please don’t tell my company - they will fire me for something like this! Please sir! I’ll do anything I can to make up for this! But I need this job!” she pleaded with me. I could see her eyes tearing up as she spoke."Well we don’t have time to discuss this right now. Get this mess cleaned up and we will talk about it later. The caterers will be here any minute and my guests will be arriving in about an hour or so. We still have a lot to do before they get here," I said."Yes, of course, sir. Right away!" she said, scurrying to get the broken vase mess picked up and cleaned. A couple of minutes later she had the broken vase picked up and put in the trash. “Sir, I do hope that vase wasn’t too expensive. Of course you can take it out of my pay and if there is anything more that I need to pay, I will be happy to do so,” she said, standing before me with her head down and her hands clasped behind her back. She looked so heartbroken and miserable I couldn’t help feeling sorry for her. I hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face to look her in her beautiful green eyes. She looked at me searching my face. Just as I was about to speak, the doorbell rang. “We’ll talk about this later, Michelle. Let’s hope that’s the caterers and not my guests!” “Yes, sir.”It was indeed the caterers and once I got them briefed and going, I went to see what Michelle had left to do. Michelle was in the bedroom dusting and getting ready to vacuum. Not wanting everyone to hear our discussion I shut the door. It startled Michelle a bit and she jumped when the door shut. She whirled around and when she saw it was Me she cracked a little smile. I sat down on the bed, “Come sit Michelle, we have a few minutes before my guests are due to arrive. Let’s talk about the vase.” “Yes, sir,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I really am very sorry, sir, and I’ll be happy to pay for the vase.” “I am sure you are sorry, Michelle. But what bothers me is your reaction to breaking it. You seemed extremely scared that you would lose your job over a simple accident. Why is that?”"Sir, I feel I can trust you - I don’t really have a choice at this point. You could get me fired just for breaking the vase. So I will tell you. The company I work for doesn’t treat us very well. We get minimum wage, we have to use our own vehicles without any mileage compensation, and they can let us go for the simplest things. I had a friend who didn’t take a cleaning job because she anted to stay home with her boy that day. He was sick with a fever and ended up going into the hospital that day. But that didn’t matter to the company - they gave her cleaning job to someone else and then fired her. So you see, my breaking that vase can mean the end of my job if you say anything and I really need this job. I have to take care of my mother. She is getting up in years and she can’t take care of herself very well anymore." “I see. Well, you don’t have to worry about losing your job. I’m not going to say anything about the vase,” I said."Really, sir? Oh, you are too kind," she said, looking up at me. I started to see the glint of a tear coming back into those beautiful green eyes. "How can I thank you for…" Just as she spoke I heard the doorbell ring, interrupting our talk."Hold that thought, Michelle. That will be my guests. I want you to wait here until the dinner party is over. It should only be a couple of hours - these things usually don’t last much past the food! Just make yourself comfortable and you can watch TV. I will be back to talk more about this after my guests leave." “But, sir…” she said."No, buts, young lady. We have more to talk about and I don’t want you coming out of this room until we have had a chance to clear this matter up. Do you hear me?" I said feigning sternness. “Yes, sir,” she said smiling. She saw right through my ruse, but she would play along. She got comfortable on the bed and I handed her the remote. “Thank you again, sir. I shall wait for you.” I left her in the room and went to attend to my guests. * * * * * * * * * *The party went off without a hitch. The president was glad to hear my presentation about how the West Coast office was doing all it could to keep costs down (including hosting the dinner party at my house - a touch that wasn’t lost on him!). My boss was thrilled he wouldn’t have to move to the snow belt and everyone had a good time. Even the weather cooperated, giving us all a gorgeous sunset over the calm Pacific ocean. If anything, the presidents wife was jealous of the house and the spectacular view! The last of the party guests had left, and the caterers had cleaned up, got paid, and left. I then turned my attentions back to the beautiful maid that was waiting in the bedroom. As I entered the bedroom I saw Michelle laying there on the bed watching the TV just as I had left her. I didn’t need to shut the door this time, since it was only the two of us in the house now. “How did the party go, sir?” she asked as I came further into the room."It went pretty well I think. I don’t think they will close the office down. I think we convinced them to keep us here for a while longer." I said. “That’s good isn’t it? I mean that means you won’t be leaving Los Angeles?” she asked. “Not for the foreseeable future at least.” “I’m glad,” she said. “Oh?” I asked, puzzled at her concern. “Yes, sir. I don’t like to see good customers leave - especially ones I like working for.” she said, her eyes bright and sparkling.  She got up out off the bed and came to me. Smiling she put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss me long and deep. I was a little stunned at her forwardness but her lips were so sweet and she was so soft and warm. I pulled her to me and she melted into me. We kissed for a long time before she finally broke the kiss. She ran her fingers through my hair as she spoke. “Sir I hope that you don’t think to forward of me, but I saw you watching me today as I cleaned. I hope you want me as much as I want you,” she said. I had to admit, she was right. I had been watching her with more than a little interest. And she was obviously interested in me. I stepped back and she proceeded to slip out of her smock. Then she unbuttoned her blouse slowly, teasingly exposing her full, ample breasts. She let the blouse slip off her shoulders as she gave me a sexy naughty smile. I stepped forward and took those twin globes in my hands, hefting them and sinking my fingers deep into the soft flesh.Michelle moaned softly and pushed her chest out, raising her breasts to my hands for more. I gave the front of her lacy bra a quick twist, unfastening the front hooks and freeing the twins from the confines of that restrictive bra. She had amazing breasts - full and firm that stood high and proud, capped with sensitive hard nipples that just begged to be sucked and chewed on! Which is exactly what I did next. I covered one of her pencil eraser nipples with my hot mouth and began making a meal of her. Michelle groaned her pleasure, laying her head back and grabbing my head, running her fingers through my hair as she pushed her breast deeper into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. As I did I ran my hand down her back to cup her tight ass in my hands, squeezing the firm globes. "Yesss!" she hissed, Yes, spank that ass!" So my little maid liked it rough! Well I am nothing if not accommodating. I stepped back and took her by the wrist. I walked her briskly over to the bed and pushed her down onto it so her top half was on the bed and her legs hung over the side with the edge of the mattress catching her right at the hips. Holding her chest down with one hand, I unfastened the hook clasp in the back of her skirt and a quick tug removed it from her piling it up at her ankles. She wore skimpy pink panties which I thought was a lovely touch and planned on using them as soon as I saw them."Now, Michelle you have been a naughty maid and you need to be punished for breaking my vase!" I told her. I rubbed my hand over the satiny material of her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her ass. She raised her ass up to my hand, wriggling it as I rubbed and patted it lightly. “Yes! Oh yes, sir, I have been very bad! Please spank me!” she cried. “So you want me to spank you is that it?” I asked. “Yes sir. I have been naughty breaking your vase. I deserve to be spanked. Please spank me good, sir!” she said raising her ass further giving me a good target. Ok then. I pulled my hand back, taking aim at the sweet pink ass in front of me. SMACK!  Michelle yelped and then wriggled her ass. I let her settle back before I continued. SMACK!I gave her another on her other ass cheek and again she yelped and wriggled trying to work out the sting. I paused for a moment to let the heat build a bit before I gave her four more stokes, two on each ass cheek."These panties are getting in the way of a proper spanking," I told her as I knelt down behind her. I grabbed her panties with both hands and pulled them down with a quick jerk. With the pink fabric out of the way, I was face to face with the prettiest pussy I had ever seen! Shaved clean, the soft folds held a promise of delights unimaginable behind them. A drop of moisture glinted that her excitement was building with the treatment she was getting. She was liking this!I stood back up and looked at the two pinkened ass cheeks. I rubbed the heated flesh and heard her cooing as I did. Then without any warning, I gave her four more swats quickly and without any pause between them. “OHHHH!” she cried out and I felt her ass tighten as I struck. She tried to raise a leg but her skirt and panties at her ankles prevented her from doing much. “This doesn’t seem to be doing the trick, Michelle. Stay right here and don’t you move!” I told her. I went into the kitchen and fished around in one of the drawers until I found what I was after. I came back to find her exactly as I left her. I smiled at her obedience. “Here we are. This ought to do the trick!” I said. She turned her head to see the large wooden spoon in my hand. Twelve inches long and three and a half inches wide it wasn’t a typical cheap spoon. It was made from bamboo as well so it was tougher than a regular wooden spoon - this one would stand up to the punishment of a naughty maid’s ass! I saw her eyes widen when she saw the spoon but she prepared herself nonetheless for what was coming. I rubbed the spoon over her ass for a moment before giving her a quick swat with it. Michelle squealed a bit, but I think it was more from surprise than pain. “Harder, sir! Please spank me harder! I deserve a good spanking!” she said. I could tell from the tone and the way she said it that she was not getting what she needed from me yet. She wanted a hard spanking because it was turning her on! I gave her four good swats with the spoon and she squealed louder this time. When I had delivered these four strikes she was wriggling her ass good, working the heat through her ass and calming the fire. But I knew that she needed more. “Ok, Michelle, time to get serious about this.” I warned her. She braced herself and I let fly with 20 hard swats, evenly distributed up and down her ass cheeks on both sides. Her squeal stretched out into one long wail as it rained down on her naked flesh. I added a stroke to the back of each thigh just for good measure and then I was finished. She flopped down on the bed panting as she let the burn sink in. I noticed between her legs was a lot wetter now and as she lay there I began rubbing the wet slit. "Ohhhh," Michelle moaned, feeling my hand between her legs. She spread them wider kicking one foot free of the clothes at her ankles. She raised her hips up off the bed to give me access to her. She was soaked and my fingers slipped easily between the soft lips of her pussy. I fingered her swollen clit and she pushed her ass back at me in response. I fingered her clit and she moaned and squirmed on the bed under me. My fingers plowed deep into her warm wet hole and I churned her pussy into soft butter as she got closer to her orgasm. I held her down with one hand while I found her g-spot with my fingers and she burst OHHHHFUUUUCKK!!!” she screamed out as she flooded my hand with her pussy juice. “I’M CUMMINNGGGG!” I felt her pussy walls contract and her thighs quivered as the strain of her orgasm caused her to tense up. The waves of her orgasm washed over her and she bucked and twisted as it took control of her. I watched as my beautiful maid writhed and twisted on the bed as her orgasm worked through her. Finally she lay still, panting for breath and the remnants of her rapture still sending an occasional jolt through her body.  “Are you ok?” I asked after a few moments. She opened her eyes and looked at me smiling. “Oh yes, sir, very much so!” she said, her eyes sparkling. She slipped to her knees in front of me. “But now it’s my turn!” she said curling a finger at me, wanting me to come closer.I stepped forward and she unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and boxers down, freeing my now hard cock. She looked at it admiring the size of it and licked her full red lips. She looked up at me as if to ask permission (did I REALLY need to give her permission?) and then took a long slow lick from my balls to the tip using her warm pink tongue. She licked every inch of my rock hard shaft until she had tasted every part of me from my nutsack to the tip of my cock, even tasting the drop of precum that had seeped out. Finally she took the head of my cock into her mouth.I was in heaven! This young maid knew just what to do to make a guy weak in the knees! She licked and sucked my cock like she was born to do it and it wasn’t long before she was the one in control. I moved over to lay back on the bed before I fell over and she began sucking even harder. She was going at my cock like it was her first meal in months. I knew I wouldn’t last long at this pace. It had been some time since I had last had the pleasure of a woman, with my work schedule a relationship was hard to manage. But this girl was making all that go away. She was making everything go away. “Oh fuck Michelle, that feels so good!” I moaned. “Oh, I think I’m going to cum!” I wanted warn her because some girls don’t like to swallow and I didn’t want to spoil the moment with a surprise she wasn’t expecting. But I needn’t worry about Michelle, she sucked even harder and faster, pumping me with both her mouth and a hand milking me for all I was worth. I felt my nuts tightening and I knew I was on the verge. She must have felt it too because she got ready, taking me deep into her mouth almost to the base of my cock. “HOLYFUCKSHIT!” I yelled as I exploded in her warm mouth. I shot ropes of white hot cum down her throat and she sucked and swallowed as fast as I filled her mouth. She didn’t let a single drop go to waste as I pumped a full load into that wonderful mouth. When I finally had emptied my balls into her she licked me totally clean and then sat back on her haunches and smiled at me. I raised my head, half-dazed and looked at the beautiful girl who had just rocked my world. I struggles to sit up and pulled her up close to me. “That was fucking incredible, Michelle! I said, when I had regained my senses somewhat. “I’m glad you liked it, sir, she said. “Mike. You can call me Mike,” I said. “Well, Mike, I am afraid I need to get going - unless there is something else you need?” she said’ standing up and getting dressed."No, I don’t think I could handle much more ‘service’ right now!" I said smiling. I got myself dressed and walked her to the front door. I reached into my wallet to pay her for her cleaning job. “Michelle, can I ask you something?” “Sure, what is it?” “Well I would like to know if you can come over on a regular basis, say twice a week, to clean up… and whatever.” Michelle looked up at me with those sparkling green eyes and flashed a warm smile. “Sir, I would love to be your ‘clean up and whatever’ girl.” she said. She took out a pen from her smock pocket and wrote down her number on the business card she then handed me. “Just give me a call and we’ll set up whatever arrangements you need.” Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me long and deep. She turned to walk out the door. “Oh by the way Michelle, don’t worry about that vase, it wasn’t expensive - just a Wal-Mart decoration.” “I know - I saw the same thing the last time I was there. And I saw the ‘Made in Taiwan’ sticker on the bottom when I picked up the mess. I didn’t want to say anything though.” she said, with a naughty grin. Then she left blowing me a kiss as she did. I was going to enjoy having a maid!

The Maid

I was tasked to host a dinner party for the president of the company coming to Los Angeles from New York. He was here to see how the West Coast office was doing and if they needed anything in light of the economic downturn the country was going through. They had already closed one of the Midwest offices in St. Louis and broken that office up, sending the personnel to the other offices elsewhere.

Obviously, my boss, Mr. Chapman was not interested in moving away from the sunny California home he and his wife had created for themselves and I have to admit, I wasn’t excited about the idea either. So it was up to me to rub elbows with and schmooze the president and “get him to see how important and vital the West Coast operations are to the company” (my boss’s words).

So taking charge of this meet and greet, I decided that hosting the dinner party in my own home would show “fiscal responsibility” and impress the higher ups. Besides, I had a pretty nice place, if I do say so myself, and the huge back deck had a killer view of the ocean. I thought it would be a suitable enough setting for an informal dinner party.

Now being a single working stiff, I don’t always have time to keep an immaculate home. My home isn’t a pig sty, but it isn’t a model for Better Homes and Gardens either. And with such VIP’s coming over, it needed to be. So in addition to calling a caterer for the party, I decided to call a maid service to help get the place ship-shape.

Thumbing through the telephone book I found a maid service and after placing the call and making arrangements for the maid to come early the next day (which also happened to be the day of the party), I spent the remainder of that evening putting everything of value away - after all this maid would be all over the house and I didn’t have the luxury of following her to make sure she was as honest and reliable as the company said she would be! So with everything put in the safe that could “accidentally walk away”, I went to bed that night knowing that the next day could either make or break my career.

Getting up early, I showered, shaved, and got ready for the day. A quick breakfast, and I put the dishes in the dishwasher and sat down for a cup of coffee before getting on with the day. I was sitting in my easy chair, looking out the big sliding door that leads to the deck and the ocean view behind it when I heard the doorbell ring. I set my coffee cup down on the table next to the chair and went to see who was disturbing my tranquility.

I opened the door and standing before me was a very attractive blonde. “Hello sir, My name is Michelle. I am with The *** Maid Service. I understand you need a maid to help you?” she said.

“Y-yes,” I said, my voice cracking at the shock of seeing such a beautiful woman at my door. “Sorry, yes, please come in.”

Michelle stood about five foot four inches tall with a very well formed 33D-25-33 body. Her honey blonde hair was loose and hung down to the middle of her back and her green eyes were soft and sparkling. She had full kissable lips and a soft husky voice that made a man’s cock hard just hearing her talk!

She smiled softly, her head lowered but looking up at me. I held the door open for her and she came in. “Thank you, sir.” I led her into the front room and offered her a seat while I explained what was going to happen and what I needed her for.

“Michelle, this evening I am hosting a very important dinner party. Primarily, it will be out on the deck there,” I said, pointing to the deck outside,” but I expect I will be showing my guests the rest of the house as well. Now I have a caterer coming to take of the food prep, so I don’t think the kitchen will be part of your responsibility - they will take care of the cleanup after the party. I just need your help in getting the rest of the house in order.”

“Yes, sir. That should be no problem. You have a very lovely home and I can help you get ready for your party. Just show me where you keep your cleaning supplies and I will get to work.”

I took Michelle down the hall where I kept the mop and broom and other cleaning things. She surveyed what I had to use. “I’ve got some things in the car that will do a better job than this. If you’d like I can bring them in,” she said.

“Whatever you think would do the best job,” I said. She stepped out and a minute or so came back with a bucket full of spray bottles and assorted cleaning things. She went right to work taking off her jacket and putting on a plain green smock.

“I will be out on the deck getting it ready for the party, Michelle. If you need anything just let come and get me,” I told her.

“Very good, sir,” she said as she started dusting. I took a moment to watch the pretty thing as she did her work. She caught me watching her and smiled softly. Then turned back to her work. I went out on the deck and set the table and chairs up, got the outside lights set up and extended the awning to cover part of the deck. I swept off the dirt and debris so it would look decent for my guests.

I turned back towards the sliding glass door and noticed that Michelle wasn’t in the living room anymore. I came inside and just as I was shutting the glass door I heard a great crash and the sound of something large breaking.

“OH SHIT!!” I heard Michelle shout from the hallway. A came around the corner and found the large vase I had on a small table at the end of the hallway was on the floor in a million pieces. She saw me come around the corner and she came up to me in a near panic.

“Oh sir I am so sorry! I don’t know what happened! I was just finishing the bathroom, mopping the bathroom floor! I must have bumped the vase with my hip or with the mop handle! Oh sir, please don’t tell my company - they will fire me for something like this! Please sir! I’ll do anything I can to make up for this! But I need this job!” she pleaded with me. I could see her eyes tearing up as she spoke.

"Well we don’t have time to discuss this right now. Get this mess cleaned up and we will talk about it later. The caterers will be here any minute and my guests will be arriving in about an hour or so. We still have a lot to do before they get here," I said.

"Yes, of course, sir. Right away!" she said, scurrying to get the broken vase mess picked up and cleaned. A couple of minutes later she had the broken vase picked up and put in the trash.

“Sir, I do hope that vase wasn’t too expensive. Of course you can take it out of my pay and if there is anything more that I need to pay, I will be happy to do so,” she said, standing before me with her head down and her hands clasped behind her back. She looked so heartbroken and miserable I couldn’t help feeling sorry for her. I hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face to look her in her beautiful green eyes. She looked at me searching my face. Just as I was about to speak, the doorbell rang.

“We’ll talk about this later, Michelle. Let’s hope that’s the caterers and not my guests!”

“Yes, sir.”

It was indeed the caterers and once I got them briefed and going, I went to see what Michelle had left to do. Michelle was in the bedroom dusting and getting ready to vacuum. Not wanting everyone to hear our discussion I shut the door. It startled Michelle a bit and she jumped when the door shut. She whirled around and when she saw it was Me she cracked a little smile.

I sat down on the bed, “Come sit Michelle, we have a few minutes before my guests are due to arrive. Let’s talk about the vase.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I really am very sorry, sir, and I’ll be happy to pay for the vase.”

“I am sure you are sorry, Michelle. But what bothers me is your reaction to breaking it. You seemed extremely scared that you would lose your job over a simple accident. Why is that?”

"Sir, I feel I can trust you - I don’t really have a choice at this point. You could get me fired just for breaking the vase. So I will tell you. The company I work for doesn’t treat us very well. We get minimum wage, we have to use our own vehicles without any mileage compensation, and they can let us go for the simplest things. I had a friend who didn’t take a cleaning job because she anted to stay home with her boy that day. He was sick with a fever and ended up going into the hospital that day. But that didn’t matter to the company - they gave her cleaning job to someone else and then fired her. So you see, my breaking that vase can mean the end of my job if you say anything and I really need this job. I have to take care of my mother. She is getting up in years and she can’t take care of herself very well anymore."

“I see. Well, you don’t have to worry about losing your job. I’m not going to say anything about the vase,” I said.

"Really, sir? Oh, you are too kind," she said, looking up at me. I started to see the glint of a tear coming back into those beautiful green eyes. "How can I thank you for…"

Just as she spoke I heard the doorbell ring, interrupting our talk.

"Hold that thought, Michelle. That will be my guests. I want you to wait here until the dinner party is over. It should only be a couple of hours - these things usually don’t last much past the food! Just make yourself comfortable and you can watch TV. I will be back to talk more about this after my guests leave."

“But, sir…” she said.

"No, buts, young lady. We have more to talk about and I don’t want you coming out of this room until we have had a chance to clear this matter up. Do you hear me?" I said feigning sternness.

“Yes, sir,” she said smiling. She saw right through my ruse, but she would play along. She got comfortable on the bed and I handed her the remote. “Thank you again, sir. I shall wait for you.”

I left her in the room and went to attend to my guests.

* * * * * * * * * *

The party went off without a hitch. The president was glad to hear my presentation about how the West Coast office was doing all it could to keep costs down (including hosting the dinner party at my house - a touch that wasn’t lost on him!). My boss was thrilled he wouldn’t have to move to the snow belt and everyone had a good time. Even the weather cooperated, giving us all a gorgeous sunset over the calm Pacific ocean. If anything, the presidents wife was jealous of the house and the spectacular view!

The last of the party guests had left, and the caterers had cleaned up, got paid, and left. I then turned my attentions back to the beautiful maid that was waiting in the bedroom. As I entered the bedroom I saw Michelle laying there on the bed watching the TV just as I had left her. I didn’t need to shut the door this time, since it was only the two of us in the house now.

“How did the party go, sir?” she asked as I came further into the room.

"It went pretty well I think. I don’t think they will close the office down. I think we convinced them to keep us here for a while longer." I said.

“That’s good isn’t it? I mean that means you won’t be leaving Los Angeles?” she asked.

“Not for the foreseeable future at least.”

“I’m glad,” she said.

“Oh?” I asked, puzzled at her concern.

“Yes, sir. I don’t like to see good customers leave - especially ones I like working for.” she said, her eyes bright and sparkling.

She got up out off the bed and came to me. Smiling she put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss me long and deep. I was a little stunned at her forwardness but her lips were so sweet and she was so soft and warm. I pulled her to me and she melted into me. We kissed for a long time before she finally broke the kiss. She ran her fingers through my hair as she spoke.

“Sir I hope that you don’t think to forward of me, but I saw you watching me today as I cleaned. I hope you want me as much as I want you,” she said.

I had to admit, she was right. I had been watching her with more than a little interest. And she was obviously interested in me. I stepped back and she proceeded to slip out of her smock. Then she unbuttoned her blouse slowly, teasingly exposing her full, ample breasts. She let the blouse slip off her shoulders as she gave me a sexy naughty smile. I stepped forward and took those twin globes in my hands, hefting them and sinking my fingers deep into the soft flesh.

Michelle moaned softly and pushed her chest out, raising her breasts to my hands for more. I gave the front of her lacy bra a quick twist, unfastening the front hooks and freeing the twins from the confines of that restrictive bra. She had amazing breasts - full and firm that stood high and proud, capped with sensitive hard nipples that just begged to be sucked and chewed on! Which is exactly what I did next. I covered one of her pencil eraser nipples with my hot mouth and began making a meal of her.

Michelle groaned her pleasure, laying her head back and grabbing my head, running her fingers through my hair as she pushed her breast deeper into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. As I did I ran my hand down her back to cup her tight ass in my hands, squeezing the firm globes.

"Yesss!" she hissed, Yes, spank that ass!" So my little maid liked it rough! Well I am nothing if not accommodating. I stepped back and took her by the wrist. I walked her briskly over to the bed and pushed her down onto it so her top half was on the bed and her legs hung over the side with the edge of the mattress catching her right at the hips. Holding her chest down with one hand, I unfastened the hook clasp in the back of her skirt and a quick tug removed it from her piling it up at her ankles. She wore skimpy pink panties which I thought was a lovely touch and planned on using them as soon as I saw them.

"Now, Michelle you have been a naughty maid and you need to be punished for breaking my vase!" I told her. I rubbed my hand over the satiny material of her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her ass. She raised her ass up to my hand, wriggling it as I rubbed and patted it lightly.

“Yes! Oh yes, sir, I have been very bad! Please spank me!” she cried.

“So you want me to spank you is that it?” I asked.

“Yes sir. I have been naughty breaking your vase. I deserve to be spanked. Please spank me good, sir!” she said raising her ass further giving me a good target.

Ok then. I pulled my hand back, taking aim at the sweet pink ass in front of me.

SMACK!

Michelle yelped and then wriggled her ass. I let her settle back before I continued.

SMACK!

I gave her another on her other ass cheek and again she yelped and wriggled trying to work out the sting. I paused for a moment to let the heat build a bit before I gave her four more stokes, two on each ass cheek.

"These panties are getting in the way of a proper spanking," I told her as I knelt down behind her. I grabbed her panties with both hands and pulled them down with a quick jerk. With the pink fabric out of the way, I was face to face with the prettiest pussy I had ever seen! Shaved clean, the soft folds held a promise of delights unimaginable behind them. A drop of moisture glinted that her excitement was building with the treatment she was getting. She was liking this!

I stood back up and looked at the two pinkened ass cheeks. I rubbed the heated flesh and heard her cooing as I did. Then without any warning, I gave her four more swats quickly and without any pause between them.

“OHHHH!” she cried out and I felt her ass tighten as I struck. She tried to raise a leg but her skirt and panties at her ankles prevented her from doing much.

“This doesn’t seem to be doing the trick, Michelle. Stay right here and don’t you move!” I told her. I went into the kitchen and fished around in one of the drawers until I found what I was after. I came back to find her exactly as I left her. I smiled at her obedience.

“Here we are. This ought to do the trick!” I said. She turned her head to see the large wooden spoon in my hand. Twelve inches long and three and a half inches wide it wasn’t a typical cheap spoon. It was made from bamboo as well so it was tougher than a regular wooden spoon - this one would stand up to the punishment of a naughty maid’s ass! I saw her eyes widen when she saw the spoon but she prepared herself nonetheless for what was coming.

I rubbed the spoon over her ass for a moment before giving her a quick swat with it. Michelle squealed a bit, but I think it was more from surprise than pain.

“Harder, sir! Please spank me harder! I deserve a good spanking!” she said. I could tell from the tone and the way she said it that she was not getting what she needed from me yet. She wanted a hard spanking because it was turning her on!

I gave her four good swats with the spoon and she squealed louder this time. When I had delivered these four strikes she was wriggling her ass good, working the heat through her ass and calming the fire. But I knew that she needed more.

“Ok, Michelle, time to get serious about this.” I warned her. She braced herself and I let fly with 20 hard swats, evenly distributed up and down her ass cheeks on both sides. Her squeal stretched out into one long wail as it rained down on her naked flesh. I added a stroke to the back of each thigh just for good measure and then I was finished. She flopped down on the bed panting as she let the burn sink in. I noticed between her legs was a lot wetter now and as she lay there I began rubbing the wet slit.

"Ohhhh," Michelle moaned, feeling my hand between her legs. She spread them wider kicking one foot free of the clothes at her ankles. She raised her hips up off the bed to give me access to her. She was soaked and my fingers slipped easily between the soft lips of her pussy. I fingered her swollen clit and she pushed her ass back at me in response. I fingered her clit and she moaned and squirmed on the bed under me. My fingers plowed deep into her warm wet hole and I churned her pussy into soft butter as she got closer to her orgasm. I held her down with one hand while I found her g-spot with my fingers and she burst

OHHHHFUUUUCKK!!!” she screamed out as she flooded my hand with her pussy juice. “I’M CUMMINNGGGG!” I felt her pussy walls contract and her thighs quivered as the strain of her orgasm caused her to tense up. The waves of her orgasm washed over her and she bucked and twisted as it took control of her. I watched as my beautiful maid writhed and twisted on the bed as her orgasm worked through her. Finally she lay still, panting for breath and the remnants of her rapture still sending an occasional jolt through her body.

“Are you ok?” I asked after a few moments. She opened her eyes and looked at me smiling. “Oh yes, sir, very much so!” she said, her eyes sparkling. She slipped to her knees in front of me. “But now it’s my turn!” she said curling a finger at me, wanting me to come closer.

I stepped forward and she unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and boxers down, freeing my now hard cock. She looked at it admiring the size of it and licked her full red lips. She looked up at me as if to ask permission (did I REALLY need to give her permission?) and then took a long slow lick from my balls to the tip using her warm pink tongue. She licked every inch of my rock hard shaft until she had tasted every part of me from my nutsack to the tip of my cock, even tasting the drop of precum that had seeped out. Finally she took the head of my cock into her mouth.

I was in heaven! This young maid knew just what to do to make a guy weak in the knees! She licked and sucked my cock like she was born to do it and it wasn’t long before she was the one in control. I moved over to lay back on the bed before I fell over and she began sucking even harder. She was going at my cock like it was her first meal in months. I knew I wouldn’t last long at this pace. It had been some time since I had last had the pleasure of a woman, with my work schedule a relationship was hard to manage. But this girl was making all that go away. She was making everything go away.

“Oh fuck Michelle, that feels so good!” I moaned. “Oh, I think I’m going to cum!” I wanted warn her because some girls don’t like to swallow and I didn’t want to spoil the moment with a surprise she wasn’t expecting. But I needn’t worry about Michelle, she sucked even harder and faster, pumping me with both her mouth and a hand milking me for all I was worth. I felt my nuts tightening and I knew I was on the verge. She must have felt it too because she got ready, taking me deep into her mouth almost to the base of my cock.

“HOLYFUCKSHIT!” I yelled as I exploded in her warm mouth. I shot ropes of white hot cum down her throat and she sucked and swallowed as fast as I filled her mouth. She didn’t let a single drop go to waste as I pumped a full load into that wonderful mouth. When I finally had emptied my balls into her she licked me totally clean and then sat back on her haunches and smiled at me. I raised my head, half-dazed and looked at the beautiful girl who had just rocked my world. I struggles to sit up and pulled her up close to me.

“That was fucking incredible, Michelle! I said, when I had regained my senses somewhat.

“I’m glad you liked it, sir, she said.

“Mike. You can call me Mike,” I said.

“Well, Mike, I am afraid I need to get going - unless there is something else you need?” she said’ standing up and getting dressed.

"No, I don’t think I could handle much more ‘service’ right now!" I said smiling. I got myself dressed and walked her to the front door. I reached into my wallet to pay her for her cleaning job.

“Michelle, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well I would like to know if you can come over on a regular basis, say twice a week, to clean up… and whatever.”

Michelle looked up at me with those sparkling green eyes and flashed a warm smile. “Sir, I would love to be your ‘clean up and whatever’ girl.” she said. She took out a pen from her smock pocket and wrote down her number on the business card she then handed me. “Just give me a call and we’ll set up whatever arrangements you need.” Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me long and deep. She turned to walk out the door.

“Oh by the way Michelle, don’t worry about that vase, it wasn’t expensive - just a Wal-Mart decoration.”

“I know - I saw the same thing the last time I was there. And I saw the ‘Made in Taiwan’ sticker on the bottom when I picked up the mess. I didn’t want to say anything though.” she said, with a naughty grin. Then she left blowing me a kiss as she did.

I was going to enjoy having a maid!

The Gift
He called me, His voice like a soothing liquid that washed over my whole body and seemed to pool between my legs."What are you wearing?" He asked. He knew the answer, He just wanted me to acknowledge it."Nothing Master," I said softly."And where are you now?" He asked."I’m in the living room, Master. Sitting at my desk, talking to You.""Good. Do you still have the package I sent you?" He asked. He had sent me a package a few days ago and had instructed me not to open it until He gave me permission. He knew I was too nosy for my own good and that having a package from Him laying around unopened would drive me crazy. He was right."Yes, Master. I haven’t opened it yet.""That is good. Now go get it and bring it back with you.""Yes Master," I said. I set the phone down on my desk and went to retrieve the package. I brought the package back to the phone as He had directed and sat there on my chair, looking at it while I talked to Him on the phone."I have it Master," I said. The box was about six inches wide, four inches tall, and eighteen inches long. It was wrapped very nicely with red wrapping paper and a gold ribbon and bow."Put the box on your desk in front of you," He directed."Yes Master," I said, and did as He asked."Good girl," He said, and I could feel my pussy tingle and dampen. I loved it when I was His "good girl", it always made me wet knowing He was pleased with me.”Now, I want you to slide your hands up and down those long legs of yours. Don’t you touch that pussy or there’ll be trouble,” He said. I followed the command almost automatically, like it wasn’t even my body that I was touching.“I’m there Master,” I breathed into the microphone.I heard Him take a deep breath before the words “good girl” came through the headphones. My mind was taken to another place.“Open your legs wide for Me and show Me that sweet pink pussy,” He commanded me next. Without even thinking, I replied “Yes, Master” and brought my feet up to place them on the desk on each side of the monitor, spreading my legs wide and pulling apart the swollen lips of my already drooling pussy. "You have a very lovely pussy, My dear. So pink and so wet. Are you wet for Me, little one?" He teased."Yes Master," I panted. His words were like a drug."Say it. Say the words. You know I love your words," He urged."My pussy…is wet for you Master," I moaned, very nearly cumming on the spot."Yes I see that. Your pussy must be hungry… hungry for a thick, hard cock, don’t you think?" He said. I could see the wicked grin on His face."Ohh, Master!" I moaned louder. "Yes, yes it wants Your cock, Master. This pussy wants Your cock so much!""Ok, My sweet little slut, start sliding your fingers everywhere but on your clit. I want you to show Me every part of that hot wet pussy, Don’t touch your clit - we’ll save that for a little later. Play with your pussy for Me,” He directed. I did as instructed, opening my legs as wide as I could, and started to run my fingers around the lips of my pussy. I imagined it was His fingers exploring me, His fingers parting my aching pussy and touching me just where I needed it, but not so much that He would make me cum. He loved to tease me and I loved it when He did.“Now slide your finger over your clit slowly with little bit of pressure,” He said, “finger that little clit for Me.”Taking a deep breath, I answered “Yes, Master” and I began running my fingers over my clit slowly with little pressure. I could feel my clit already bulging out from the hood like it was reaching out to meet my fingers. I moaned as my body reacted to His voice.“Pull back your clit hood, wet your fingers, and start to move your fingers side to side faster,” He told me. I could hear Him breathing heavily as well.Doing as He requested, I hissed out a “Yes, Master” as my body started to vibrate with the need to cum and to please Him. Moaning loudly as my fingers started to glide over my clit, feeling like my fingers are not able to go fast enough, my legs started to buckle.“Stop,” He said suddenly. I pulled my fingers from my pussy fast so as to not disappoint Him.“Yes Master,” I said breathlessly. “You need to cum don’t you?” He asked.Gulping for air, I replied weakly “Yes, badly Master”. My body was humming at this point with need and frustration.“What is it you want to do?” He asked.I closed my eyes tightly. “I want to cum Master… please,” I whimpered. I listened to His breathing never change meanwhile my mind was foggy and my heart raced. “Start again. Wet your fingers and rub your clit as fast as you can,” He commanded.I ran my fingers down between my legs and onto my throbbing clit again, pulling back the hood. My pussy lips were swollen, as was my hood, and my clit was begging to meet my fingers again. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I shoved my two fingers into my mouth making sure to be loud as sucked and soaked them with my saliva until they were good and wet. Going back down to my clit, I pushed my hips up again and crushed my clit hard into my fingers as I started to move them again, feeling my body tense.“Can I cum Master please?” I asked, my voice thick with need."No" is all I heard back from Him.It was getting so hard to hold on to my orgasm, trying not cum. I knew if I came without His permission I would be in real trouble. And I so wanted to please Him. My legs started to go straight out, my toes were curling up. My mind was a fuzzy, lust-filled cloud. I couldn’t think, everything seemed as if it was happening to someone else. My mind was trying to process so many things. “Please can I cum Master?” I was panting for breath and trying desperately to control my rapidly decreasing hold on reality."Stop," He said again, and once again I pulled my hand quickly away from my tormented pussy. I laid back in my chair, sucking in air and trying to calm the raging fire within me. I laid my head back on my chair with my eyes closed as my pussy throbbed."Open the gift I sent you, My sweet," He said. I sat up and took the beautifully wrapped box in my hands. I tore the wrapping off like a child on Christmas morning. I picked up the odd looking device, noting it was electrical because it had a power cord coming from one end.Seeing the confusion on my face clearly through the computer monitor, He explained. “It’s a Hitachi wand. A powerful vibrator that I have seen on many BDSM videos. It looked like a lot of fun so I got you one.”"Oh thank you Master," I said, "I love it!""Go get your favorite glass dildo and your nipple clamps and bring them back to the computer," He said.Weak-kneed, I moved to follow His orders. I went a retrieved the necessary things and returned to the computer screen. “I have them, Master,” I said, still breathing hard."Good. Now first I want you to put on the nipple clamps. You know how to do it, you’ve had them on before," He said."Yes Master," I said. I picked up the clover-style clamps and looked at them carefully. I both loved and hated these things. I loved them for the feelings they produced and the fact that He loved them as well. But I hated the power they held - the power to control me and to bend me to whatever He would have me do. They were devilish devices designed to inflict pain, pain that turned to sheer pleasure at His command.As He watched me carefully, I began by pinching and pulling on my already hard nipples, getting them to their thickest and fullest. I knew He would want them at their maximum size, so I toyed with them until they swelled so much I thought they would split open. When my nipples were ready for the clamps, I picked them up (the clover clamps were connected together by a chain) and I squeezed the sides of the first clamp and let go, feeling it bite down on my nipple harder and harder as it settled into place. I gasped at the feeling of the clamp, as I always do. With the first one securely on my nipple I did the same thing to the second, pulling on the chain between to make sure they both held. My pussy clenched a bit as the feeling of the clamps increased my arousal."They’re… on Master," I panted as I tried to accept the pain the clamps were producing in my nipples."Very good. Now pick up your Hitachi and plug it in there next to your computer."I did as He said. “Ok it’s plugged in.”"Ok now turn it on and start by rubbing it over your nipples and let your nipples feel the vibrator," He said.I turned the device on and instantly I could feel its vibrations and power, even before I touched it to my nipples. Gingerly, I brought the large head to one of my clamped nipples."Oh Master!" I exclaimed as I felt its strong buzzing against my tender, sensitive bud. I began rubbing the head around my nipples and circling my areolae. The vibrations coming from the Hitachi made my nipples ache for more and sent a tingling down to my pussy. Soon my pussy wanted a turn as well."Ohhh Sir, this is wonderful," I mewled as the vibrator worked my hard nipples."Yes, it is quite the device. But now I want to see how it feels on your wet little pussy. So with two fingers I want you to spread your pussy lips, and then put the Hitachi against your pussy and clit."I looked at Him through the monitor. He had a wicked smile on His face, as if He knew just what was about to happen. It was almost unnerving, but I trusted Him so I moved to follow His command. I am right-handed, so I placed the palm of my left hand on my slickly shaved mound and used my index and middle fingers to open my sodden pussy lips exposing the soft fleshy pinkness to Him once again. I took the Hitachi in my right hand, aiming the buzzing head at my crotch. I took a deep breath and touched the machine to my tender pussy."OHHH, FUUUUCK!" I screamed as the first vibrations shot to my brain like fireworks on the fourth of July. My legs reacted instinctively, trying to close, but the computer monitor between my knees prevented them from doing so. Once that first initial shock was over, something very strange happened. Instead of trying to shun this vibrating devil, my pussy seemed to take over my body, telling my hands to shove the monster deeper into my pussy!As I pressed the device harder into my pussy, I started to grind my hips into my Hitachi. The buzzing between my legs was delicious. I spread my legs further to give my new friend better access to me. I rubbed the head of the Hitachi over my pussy and up against my clit. I captured the tiny bud between my fingers and rubbed furiously with the vibrator over my hypersensitive clit.As the felt my body start to get close to orgasm, I used my legs to lift myself up off the chair slightly, humping up against the Hitachi even more and feeling my body shake with need to release. My thighs trembled with the strain and sweat began forming on my forehead and ran down in tiny rivulets between my heaving, panting tits.Just when I thought I couldn’t take a second more, I heard a voice from deep within the fog. His voice."Stop," He commanded. I pulled the vibrator away only seconds before I would come crashing down into the abyss of a earth-shattering orgasm.I sat back, panting and drenched in sweat. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I wanted release so badly, I was half-mad with lust. I was grateful for the respite though, because I knew He wasn’t ready for me to cum just yet, and I didn’t want to disappoint Him by cumming without His permission.However, He wasn’t going to let me relax for long. It was only a few precious moments before He commanded me to start again. And once again the Hitachi quickly had me moaning and writhing in my chair as I tried desperately to curtail the urge to let go and cum.He must have edged me five or six times before I could handle no more. I was absolutely out of my mind with need. I had to cum, with or without His permission."Master, please, Oh god please let me cum! Let me cum for you… please, please, please!" I begged, crying now with the intensity of my passion."Very well, then. Take the Hitachi and shove it up against your clit and when I tell you to, shove your glass dildo up inside you. Shove it all the way in with one thrust though, don’t be timid about it or I’ll make you stop, understand?""Yes, Master, anything…anything you say…" I groaned."Then go ahead, I want to see you cum."Just as He directed me to, I crammed the head of the vibrating beast hard against my clit and allowed the buzzing to bring me up to the edge again, I humped against it and spread my legs, giving Him a good show. My body was on fire with electrical impulses racing back and forth between my pussy, my tits and my brain. I was moaning incoherently and twisting in my chair so much I just knew I would fall out of it at any time."NOW!" He said, and I jammed the glass dildo deep into my raveous pussy in one swift full stroke."OHHMYYYGODDD!!" I screamed at the top of my voice as my world exploded in a flash of blinding white light. A deafening roar surrounded me as one of the biggest orgasms of my life crashed in on me like a tidal wave, and swept me up in it as if I was a tiny rowboat in a tsunami of lust and passion. My world spun crazily and I couldn’t tell up from down, right from left.I imagined Him slamming His hard, thick cock in my pussy hard and deep… doing this with my dildo and cumming again. I kept going faster as I felt my pussy milking my dildo, trying to push it out as I started to squirt, trying to keep the dildo in deep and feeling the pressure and the vibrations from my hitachi. Needing more, I ground into my hitachi harder, while I kept fucking myself with my dildo as yet another orgasm ripped through me. I squirted my juice from my abused pussy as I tried to make sure I kept the dildo in me deep. I felt my pussy trying to push it out, while juice leaked out and dripped on my hand and down my clit over the hitatchi, and onto the chair below me.I kept the Hitachi in contact with my clit and stopped moving for a moment as my pussy kept convulsing and massaging my dildo pulling it deeper in me and trying to push it out at the same time. Biting my lip as I felt my pussy keep trying to squirt, I kept pushing my dildo harder & deeper as I felt another orgasm take my whole body, my pussy pushed out my dildo hard, I felt my warm wet juices on my pussy lips and my inner thighs as the juices flowed out of me as my body kept convulsing…Finally completely spent, I sat leaning back in my desk chair for a minute to catch my breath. Slowly I started to run my fingers through my very wet and very swollen lips… turning off my hitachi and just taking a deep breath, keeping my fingers gently playing and coming down while smiling and thinking about Him.A couple minutes of rest and I was able to walk, feebly at first, but I got up from my desk, turning off my computer and walked down the hall. Turning the corner, I saw my Master at His computer. I watched Him from the doorway of the office as He surfed the net. Suddenly this urge to fuck Him hit me soo badly. I ached all over to feel Him inside. I walked up behind my Master and put my arms around His neck in a loose hug, as I hugged Him my cheek pressed against the left side of His face. He took one hand free from His keyboard and held both of my hands lovingly.“Are you feeling better My sweet?” He asked, in a soft caring voice.“Yes Master, but I’m soo horny for you,” I replied with a devilish grin.“Oh is that so? Still didn’t get enough did you?” He said, still looking at His computer screen.“No Master, I want to fuck you soo bad, I want to taste your cock in my mouth, and feel your cock thrusting deep and hard inside my wet cunt..” I implored. Now on my feet between His legs, I kissed the top of His cock through His jeans.“Hmm, I dont know, do you deserve to fuck Me?” He demanded, a slight laugh to His question. I nodded my head yes, pleading eyes, the urge so hot and heavy I could almost feel Him pounding away inside of my wet sticky cunt. He grinned evilly. “I should make you beg Me,” He replied looking down at me, and forcing my head back with His hand, forcing my hungry lips away from His cock. I trembled from the hunger, the hunger that grew deeper. “Please Master let me taste you, I cannot hold this any longer, I need to feel your hard cock in my mouth, to feel your soft balls slap against my cunt as you fuck it,” I begged.He grinned at me and leaned me back in the chair. “Take off My jeans for Me slut,” He ordered, as He stood before me, my face nearly pressing into His cock. “Yes, Master,” I answered, as I started to unzip His jeans and take them off, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud as He stepped out of them. Now in His cotton underwear, His hard cock poking through the fabric, I could almost see it throbbing in pain, the pain He wished to relieve inside of me. I gently reached up and touched His hard erection, He moaned softly and ran His fingers through my hair. I nuzzled His cock with my nose and lips, kissing through His underwear. He leaned me back in the chair, and made me wrap my legs around His hips. He slowly took out His cock from His underwear, and took hold of His shaft, running it over my stomach.“Mmm, ooh Master,” I moaned softly, feeling His hardness against my aching skin.“You like that huh, My little whore?” He laughed evilly. “You like being My slut when I demand it, and My love when I wish it? ”I nodded yes and ran my hands down His back to His ass cheeks, I squeezed them firmly and softly. He moaned and started to tremble with pleasure. He held my legs as far apart as they would go, and He gently slid His hard throbbing cock inside my aching wet cunt. I gasped as I felt Him enter me, so slowly and gently at first. With soft slow strokes, He kissed my neck and licked down it to my breasts. He took His tongue and licked at each nipple sucking, and licking His tongue in a circler motion. He squeezed my breasts hard with both His hands, I gasped out in pain as I felt His thrust become hard and violent. I felt Him go as deep as He could, faster and harder with each stroke.“Ohhh GOD!” I moaned, I trembled in pain and pleasure. I started to shake as I built toward an orgasm.“No, not yet,” He demanded firmly. “Hold it as long as you possibly can My dearest.” He started to pound harder, His balls slapping against my wet cunt, harder and faster with each thrust. “Oh mmm, My angel, your Master loves you soo much.” He moaned, His voice trembled with pleasure. I could feel His cock tighten with each stroke inside of me, inside of my hot sticky cunt.“Oh Master, I love you so,” I moaned, shaking and out of breath. He gently took His thumb from His free hand and pushed it down on my clit, while still stroking me hard with His cock. “MASTER PLEASE LET ME CUM!” I screamed out in pain, not able to hold it any longer.He grinned at me, “Alright, you may cum,” He said as He held me tight to His chest. I could feel His heart pounding, I could feel His body tremble as He too exploded inside of me, allowing His juices to flow through me like an electrical charge. I came with Him, my juices making the chair damp and sticky, our love juices mixed together in pain, pleasure and desire to be inside and with each other.“I love you so much Master,” I sighed softly. “That’s enough net surfing for tonight My love,” He grinned, as He turned off His computer.

The Gift

He called me, His voice like a soothing liquid that washed over my whole body and seemed to pool between my legs.

"What are you wearing?" He asked. He knew the answer, He just wanted me to acknowledge it.

"Nothing Master," I said softly.

"And where are you now?" He asked.

"I’m in the living room, Master. Sitting at my desk, talking to You."

"Good. Do you still have the package I sent you?" He asked. He had sent me a package a few days ago and had instructed me not to open it until He gave me permission. He knew I was too nosy for my own good and that having a package from Him laying around unopened would drive me crazy. He was right.

"Yes, Master. I haven’t opened it yet."

"That is good. Now go get it and bring it back with you."

"Yes Master," I said. I set the phone down on my desk and went to retrieve the package. I brought the package back to the phone as He had directed and sat there on my chair, looking at it while I talked to Him on the phone.

"I have it Master," I said. The box was about six inches wide, four inches tall, and eighteen inches long. It was wrapped very nicely with red wrapping paper and a gold ribbon and bow.

"Put the box on your desk in front of you," He directed.

"Yes Master," I said, and did as He asked.

"Good girl," He said, and I could feel my pussy tingle and dampen. I loved it when I was His "good girl", it always made me wet knowing He was pleased with me.

”Now, I want you to slide your hands up and down those long legs of yours. Don’t you touch that pussy or there’ll be trouble,” He said. I followed the command almost automatically, like it wasn’t even my body that I was touching.

“I’m there Master,” I breathed into the microphone.

I heard Him take a deep breath before the words “good girl” came through the headphones. My mind was taken to another place.

“Open your legs wide for Me and show Me that sweet pink pussy,” He commanded me next. Without even thinking, I replied “Yes, Master” and brought my feet up to place them on the desk on each side of the monitor, spreading my legs wide and pulling apart the swollen lips of my already drooling pussy.

"You have a very lovely pussy, My dear. So pink and so wet. Are you wet for Me, little one?" He teased.

"Yes Master," I panted. His words were like a drug.

"Say it. Say the words. You know I love your words," He urged.

"My pussy…is wet for you Master," I moaned, very nearly cumming on the spot.

"Yes I see that. Your pussy must be hungry… hungry for a thick, hard cock, don’t you think?" He said. I could see the wicked grin on His face.

"Ohh, Master!" I moaned louder. "Yes, yes it wants Your cock, Master. This pussy wants Your cock so much!"

"Ok, My sweet little slut, start sliding your fingers everywhere but on your clit. I want you to show Me every part of that hot wet pussy, Don’t touch your clit - we’ll save that for a little later. Play with your pussy for Me,” He directed.

I did as instructed, opening my legs as wide as I could, and started to run my fingers around the lips of my pussy. I imagined it was His fingers exploring me, His fingers parting my aching pussy and touching me just where I needed it, but not so much that He would make me cum. He loved to tease me and I loved it when He did.

“Now slide your finger over your clit slowly with little bit of pressure,” He said, “finger that little clit for Me.”

Taking a deep breath, I answered “Yes, Master” and I began running my fingers over my clit slowly with little pressure. I could feel my clit already bulging out from the hood like it was reaching out to meet my fingers. I moaned as my body reacted to His voice.

“Pull back your clit hood, wet your fingers, and start to move your fingers side to side faster,” He told me. I could hear Him breathing heavily as well.

Doing as He requested, I hissed out a “Yes, Master” as my body started to vibrate with the need to cum and to please Him. Moaning loudly as my fingers started to glide over my clit, feeling like my fingers are not able to go fast enough, my legs started to buckle.

“Stop,” He said suddenly. I pulled my fingers from my pussy fast so as to not disappoint Him.

“Yes Master,” I said breathlessly.
“You need to cum don’t you?” He asked.

Gulping for air, I replied weakly “Yes, badly Master”. My body was humming at this point with need and frustration.

“What is it you want to do?” He asked.

I closed my eyes tightly. “I want to cum Master… please,” I whimpered. I listened to His breathing never change meanwhile my mind was foggy and my heart raced.

“Start again. Wet your fingers and rub your clit as fast as you can,” He commanded.

I ran my fingers down between my legs and onto my throbbing clit again, pulling back the hood. My pussy lips were swollen, as was my hood, and my clit was begging to meet my fingers again. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I shoved my two fingers into my mouth making sure to be loud as sucked and soaked them with my saliva until they were good and wet. Going back down to my clit, I pushed my hips up again and crushed my clit hard into my fingers as I started to move them again, feeling my body tense.

“Can I cum Master please?” I asked, my voice thick with need.

"No" is all I heard back from Him.

It was getting so hard to hold on to my orgasm, trying not cum. I knew if I came without His permission I would be in real trouble. And I so wanted to please Him. My legs started to go straight out, my toes were curling up. My mind was a fuzzy, lust-filled cloud. I couldn’t think, everything seemed as if it was happening to someone else. My mind was trying to process so many things.

“Please can I cum Master?” I was panting for breath and trying desperately to control my rapidly decreasing hold on reality.

"Stop," He said again, and once again I pulled my hand quickly away from my tormented pussy. I laid back in my chair, sucking in air and trying to calm the raging fire within me. I laid my head back on my chair with my eyes closed as my pussy throbbed.

"Open the gift I sent you, My sweet," He said. I sat up and took the beautifully wrapped box in my hands. I tore the wrapping off like a child on Christmas morning. I picked up the odd looking device, noting it was electrical because it had a power cord coming from one end.

Seeing the confusion on my face clearly through the computer monitor, He explained. “It’s a Hitachi wand. A powerful vibrator that I have seen on many BDSM videos. It looked like a lot of fun so I got you one.”

"Oh thank you Master," I said, "I love it!"

"Go get your favorite glass dildo and your nipple clamps and bring them back to the computer," He said.

Weak-kneed, I moved to follow His orders. I went a retrieved the necessary things and returned to the computer screen. “I have them, Master,” I said, still breathing hard.

"Good. Now first I want you to put on the nipple clamps. You know how to do it, you’ve had them on before," He said.

"Yes Master," I said. I picked up the clover-style clamps and looked at them carefully. I both loved and hated these things. I loved them for the feelings they produced and the fact that He loved them as well. But I hated the power they held - the power to control me and to bend me to whatever He would have me do. They were devilish devices designed to inflict pain, pain that turned to sheer pleasure at His command.

As He watched me carefully, I began by pinching and pulling on my already hard nipples, getting them to their thickest and fullest. I knew He would want them at their maximum size, so I toyed with them until they swelled so much I thought they would split open. When my nipples were ready for the clamps, I picked them up (the clover clamps were connected together by a chain) and I squeezed the sides of the first clamp and let go, feeling it bite down on my nipple harder and harder as it settled into place. I gasped at the feeling of the clamp, as I always do. With the first one securely on my nipple I did the same thing to the second, pulling on the chain between to make sure they both held. My pussy clenched a bit as the feeling of the clamps increased my arousal.

"They’re… on Master," I panted as I tried to accept the pain the clamps were producing in my nipples.

"Very good. Now pick up your Hitachi and plug it in there next to your computer."

I did as He said. “Ok it’s plugged in.”

"Ok now turn it on and start by rubbing it over your nipples and let your nipples feel the vibrator," He said.

I turned the device on and instantly I could feel its vibrations and power, even before I touched it to my nipples. Gingerly, I brought the large head to one of my clamped nipples.

"Oh Master!" I exclaimed as I felt its strong buzzing against my tender, sensitive bud. I began rubbing the head around my nipples and circling my areolae. The vibrations coming from the Hitachi made my nipples ache for more and sent a tingling down to my pussy. Soon my pussy wanted a turn as well.

"Ohhh Sir, this is wonderful," I mewled as the vibrator worked my hard nipples.

"Yes, it is quite the device. But now I want to see how it feels on your wet little pussy. So with two fingers I want you to spread your pussy lips, and then put the Hitachi against your pussy and clit."

I looked at Him through the monitor. He had a wicked smile on His face, as if He knew just what was about to happen. It was almost unnerving, but I trusted Him so I moved to follow His command. I am right-handed, so I placed the palm of my left hand on my slickly shaved mound and used my index and middle fingers to open my sodden pussy lips exposing the soft fleshy pinkness to Him once again. I took the Hitachi in my right hand, aiming the buzzing head at my crotch. I took a deep breath and touched the machine to my tender pussy.

"OHHH, FUUUUCK!" I screamed as the first vibrations shot to my brain like fireworks on the fourth of July. My legs reacted instinctively, trying to close, but the computer monitor between my knees prevented them from doing so. Once that first initial shock was over, something very strange happened. Instead of trying to shun this vibrating devil, my pussy seemed to take over my body, telling my hands to shove the monster deeper into my pussy!

As I pressed the device harder into my pussy, I started to grind my hips into my Hitachi. The buzzing between my legs was delicious. I spread my legs further to give my new friend better access to me. I rubbed the head of the Hitachi over my pussy and up against my clit. I captured the tiny bud between my fingers and rubbed furiously with the vibrator over my hypersensitive clit.

As the felt my body start to get close to orgasm, I used my legs to lift myself up off the chair slightly, humping up against the Hitachi even more and feeling my body shake with need to release. My thighs trembled with the strain and sweat began forming on my forehead and ran down in tiny rivulets between my heaving, panting tits.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take a second more, I heard a voice from deep within the fog. His voice.

"Stop," He commanded. I pulled the vibrator away only seconds before I would come crashing down into the abyss of a earth-shattering orgasm.

I sat back, panting and drenched in sweat. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I wanted release so badly, I was half-mad with lust. I was grateful for the respite though, because I knew He wasn’t ready for me to cum just yet, and I didn’t want to disappoint Him by cumming without His permission.

However, He wasn’t going to let me relax for long. It was only a few precious moments before He commanded me to start again. And once again the Hitachi quickly had me moaning and writhing in my chair as I tried desperately to curtail the urge to let go and cum.

He must have edged me five or six times before I could handle no more. I was absolutely out of my mind with need. I had to cum, with or without His permission.

"Master, please, Oh god please let me cum! Let me cum for you… please, please, please!" I begged, crying now with the intensity of my passion.

"Very well, then. Take the Hitachi and shove it up against your clit and when I tell you to, shove your glass dildo up inside you. Shove it all the way in with one thrust though, don’t be timid about it or I’ll make you stop, understand?"

"Yes, Master, anything…anything you say…" I groaned.

"Then go ahead, I want to see you cum."

Just as He directed me to, I crammed the head of the vibrating beast hard against my clit and allowed the buzzing to bring me up to the edge again, I humped against it and spread my legs, giving Him a good show. My body was on fire with electrical impulses racing back and forth between my pussy, my tits and my brain. I was moaning incoherently and twisting in my chair so much I just knew I would fall out of it at any time.

"NOW!" He said, and I jammed the glass dildo deep into my raveous pussy in one swift full stroke.

"OHHMYYYGODDD!!" I screamed at the top of my voice as my world exploded in a flash of blinding white light. A deafening roar surrounded me as one of the biggest orgasms of my life crashed in on me like a tidal wave, and swept me up in it as if I was a tiny rowboat in a tsunami of lust and passion. My world spun crazily and I couldn’t tell up from down, right from left.

I imagined Him slamming His hard, thick cock in my pussy hard and deep… doing this with my dildo and cumming again. I kept going faster as I felt my pussy milking my dildo, trying to push it out as I started to squirt, trying to keep the dildo in deep and feeling the pressure and the vibrations from my hitachi. Needing more, I ground into my hitachi harder, while I kept fucking myself with my dildo as yet another orgasm ripped through me. I squirted my juice from my abused pussy as I tried to make sure I kept the dildo in me deep. I felt my pussy trying to push it out, while juice leaked out and dripped on my hand and down my clit over the hitatchi, and onto the chair below me.

I kept the Hitachi in contact with my clit and stopped moving for a moment as my pussy kept convulsing and massaging my dildo pulling it deeper in me and trying to push it out at the same time. Biting my lip as I felt my pussy keep trying to squirt, I kept pushing my dildo harder & deeper as I felt another orgasm take my whole body, my pussy pushed out my dildo hard, I felt my warm wet juices on my pussy lips and my inner thighs as the juices flowed out of me as my body kept convulsing…

Finally completely spent, I sat leaning back in my desk chair for a minute to catch my breath. Slowly I started to run my fingers through my very wet and very swollen lips… turning off my hitachi and just taking a deep breath, keeping my fingers gently playing and coming down while smiling and thinking about Him.

A couple minutes of rest and I was able to walk, feebly at first, but I got up from my desk, turning off my computer and walked down the hall. Turning the corner, I saw my Master at His computer. I watched Him from the doorway of the office as He surfed the net. Suddenly this urge to fuck Him hit me soo badly. I ached all over to feel Him inside. I walked up behind my Master and put my arms around His neck in a loose hug, as I hugged Him my cheek pressed against the left side of His face. He took one hand free from His keyboard and held both of my hands lovingly.

“Are you feeling better My sweet?” He asked, in a soft caring voice.

“Yes Master, but I’m soo horny for you,” I replied with a devilish grin.

“Oh is that so? Still didn’t get enough did you?” He said, still looking at His computer screen.

“No Master, I want to fuck you soo bad, I want to taste your cock in my mouth, and feel your cock thrusting deep and hard inside my wet cunt..” I implored. Now on my feet between His legs, I kissed the top of His cock through His jeans.

“Hmm, I dont know, do you deserve to fuck Me?” He demanded, a slight laugh to His question. I nodded my head yes, pleading eyes, the urge so hot and heavy I could almost feel Him pounding away inside of my wet sticky cunt. He grinned evilly. “I should make you beg Me,” He replied looking down at me, and forcing my head back with His hand, forcing my hungry lips away from His cock. I trembled from the hunger, the hunger that grew deeper.

“Please Master let me taste you, I cannot hold this any longer, I need to feel your hard cock in my mouth, to feel your soft balls slap against my cunt as you fuck it,” I begged.

He grinned at me and leaned me back in the chair. “Take off My jeans for Me slut,” He ordered, as He stood before me, my face nearly pressing into His cock.

“Yes, Master,” I answered, as I started to unzip His jeans and take them off, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud as He stepped out of them. Now in His cotton underwear, His hard cock poking through the fabric, I could almost see it throbbing in pain, the pain He wished to relieve inside of me. I gently reached up and touched His hard erection, He moaned softly and ran His fingers through my hair. I nuzzled His cock with my nose and lips, kissing through His underwear. He leaned me back in the chair, and made me wrap my legs around His hips. He slowly took out His cock from His underwear, and took hold of His shaft, running it over my stomach.

“Mmm, ooh Master,” I moaned softly, feeling His hardness against my aching skin.

“You like that huh, My little whore?” He laughed evilly. “You like being My slut when I demand it, and My love when I wish it? ”

I nodded yes and ran my hands down His back to His ass cheeks, I squeezed them firmly and softly. He moaned and started to tremble with pleasure. He held my legs as far apart as they would go, and He gently slid His hard throbbing cock inside my aching wet cunt. I gasped as I felt Him enter me, so slowly and gently at first. With soft slow strokes, He kissed my neck and licked down it to my breasts. He took His tongue and licked at each nipple sucking, and licking His tongue in a circler motion. He squeezed my breasts hard with both His hands, I gasped out in pain as I felt His thrust become hard and violent. I felt Him go as deep as He could, faster and harder with each stroke.

“Ohhh GOD!” I moaned, I trembled in pain and pleasure. I started to shake as I built toward an orgasm.

“No, not yet,” He demanded firmly. “Hold it as long as you possibly can My dearest.” He started to pound harder, His balls slapping against my wet cunt, harder and faster with each thrust. “Oh mmm, My angel, your Master loves you soo much.” He moaned, His voice trembled with pleasure. I could feel His cock tighten with each stroke inside of me, inside of my hot sticky cunt.

“Oh Master, I love you so,” I moaned, shaking and out of breath. He gently took His thumb from His free hand and pushed it down on my clit, while still stroking me hard with His cock. “MASTER PLEASE LET ME CUM!” I screamed out in pain, not able to hold it any longer.

He grinned at me, “Alright, you may cum,” He said as He held me tight to His chest. I could feel His heart pounding, I could feel His body tremble as He too exploded inside of me, allowing His juices to flow through me like an electrical charge. I came with Him, my juices making the chair damp and sticky, our love juices mixed together in pain, pleasure and desire to be inside and with each other.

“I love you so much Master,” I sighed softly.

 “That’s enough net surfing for tonight My love,” He grinned, as He turned off His computer.

Please Spank Me - I’ve Been Good!
"Master, may I ask you something?" she said one morning as we sat eating breakfast."What is it, pet?" I said as I sat My fork down. Whenever My girl starts a sentence with ‘May I ask you something?’ it’s cause for My complete attention."Well, Master today is Friday… and if we don’t have anything planned for this weekend…" she said faltering."What is it you want to ask, pet. Be quick about it - I have to get to work." I said."I’m sorry Master. I was just wondering if you would spank me this weekend. I really need a good spanking."Her request caught Me a bit off guard, so I wanted to know more. “Why is that, pet? Have you done something wrong?”"Oh no, Master. I’ve been good. It’s just… I really want you to spank me.""I’m not sure I understand. Explain what it is you are asking Me," I said, still perplexed at her unusual request."Well, Master it’s like this. Sometimes being a submissive is stressful, I mean having to always wonder if what I am doing or saying or acting is pleasing to You. Wondering if I am doing things the way You want, trying to figure out what You need from me next. Always being prepared no matter what I am doing to change things and go in a totally different direction. It’s quite stressful.""I didn’t realize you felt this way, pet," I said."Oh don’t get me wrong - I love being your submissive. I can’t imagine my life any other way than to be kneeling before you and serving you, Master. But sometimes I need to be spanked… it’s sort of cathartic in a way. It’s like when you tease me and then tell me not to cum. You keep on building up the pressure until it’s intolerable and then when you do allow me to cum, it’s such a relief. Well spanking has a similar effect on me. And I am in need of relief, Master. I need a good sound spanking to release the pressure. I need you to make me cry and then to hold me afterwards. Can you understand, Master?" she said, as she held My hand and looked into My eyes.As her speech ended, I stood up and pulled her up to Me. I kissed her on the forehead softly. “Yes, babygirl. I understand completely. Consider it done, little one. Tonight I shall grant you the release you speak of. I had no idea you felt this way and now that I do, you won’t have to suffer any longer with this burden.”"Thank you, Master," pet said."One thing I ask, though. The next time you need a release like this, don’t wait so long to ask. I don’t want you to be afraid to talk to Me about anything, Ok?" I said."Yes, Master. I will come to you sooner next time. Thank you," she said smiling. I couldn’t help but kiss her sweet lips long and hard. Such a good girl!That day at work, I kept thinking about what pet had said. About how stressful it was on her being a submissive and how it all would build up in her. I had promised her when she became My submissive that I would make her life simpler and easier! Now apparently I was doing the opposite! Well something had to be done about this. But what? Where do I start and what can I do to change things for her?I mulled the situation over all through the morning and over lunch. Due to the subject matter, this wasn’t exactly something I could ask the advice of My friends on! I had to figure this one out on My own.After lunch I had come up with a plan that I hoped would help. It may not be the total answer, but if it worked to help alleviate some of the stress pet was talking about, it would do for now until I could come up with a more permanent and effective solution.The office wasn’t very busy that day and I was able to close up a little early. Which was good, as I had some shopping to do. I stopped by the hardware store and by our local “adult novelties” shop to see what I could find to help in My plan.Having made My purchases and formulated a plan in My head, I started for home. I had picked up a plain brown packing box and put everything into the box to keep prying eyes from spoiling My surprise! I arrived at home and pulled into the garage and shut the car off. Taking the taped box from the back seat, I went into the house.My pet was busy in the kitchen and fortunately for Me, she didn’t hear Me come in. I put the box on the side of My chair opposite the couch so she wouldn’t see it, and then went into the kitchen to let her know I was home.As I entered the kitchen, pet had her head in the refrigerator getting something out. I stood behind her quietly and when she stood up and closed the door, I slipped up behind her and threw My arms around her. She gasped as she felt Me press into her and tried to scream but I clamped My hand over her mouth. Then to let her know I wasn’t a burglar I gently kissed her neck and whispered into her ear."Hello My love, I’m home," I said in a low, deep voice. She relaxed at hearing My voice and then melted into Me. My hands found their way up to her full firm breasts and began kneading the soft flesh under her oversize t-shirt. Pet moaned softly as she felt My fingers digging into her breasts. She had always had sensitive breasts and even more sensitive nipples - it was one of her best features and one I exploited at every opportunity!She turned in My arms and I gave her a long passionate kiss. As I did My hand slipped down her back and I hiked up her t-shirt so I could grab her tight little ass. As I expected, she wasn’t wearing any panties (she had been taught not to unless I gave her permission to) and as I gripped her left asscheek, she moaned into My mouth. I pulled her closer to Me so she could feel the bulge that was growing in My pants and I rubbed it against her barely covered pussy. Her moan got louder and then she broke the kiss."Master if you keep teasing me like this, you’ll make me burn our dinner. Then you’ll have to take me out to eat!" she said panting for breath.I smiled and kissed her neck once again. “Well we can’t have that, not after you’ve made such a delicious smelling dinner!”"Thank you, Master. Dinner is about ready so if you want to wash up, I will serve it up," she said smiling broadly. I went to the bedroom to change clothes and then went to the bathroom to wash up. As I got back to the dining room, pet had just finished putting everything on the table. I went to her side of the table and pulled the chair out for her, seating her first as is our custom. Then I took My seat and she dished up our plates. She had made one of her mouthwatering pot roasts complete with all the fixings. We ate the delightful meal while she told Me of her day and I told her about Mine.After dinner was finished, I sat at the table while pet cleared the dirty dishes and started the dishwasher. Then we went into the living room to relax.The room was warm and quiet. I sat down in My chair while pet took her favorite position kneeling at My feet with her head sideways in My lap. She mewled softly as I played with her hair, enjoying My hands running through her soft brown curls."Do you remember when you first learned that I was a Master? You asked Me how anyone could enjoy being ‘abused and humiliated’ I believe were the terms you used that day." I said.She smiled, “Yes, Master I remember. I was so naive about The Life. But I was a different girl back then.”"Yes you were, pet. Do you remember what I told you about D/s? About how being a submissive to a Master could make your life simpler and less stressful. You were working as a secretary and you were quite unhappy as memory serves.""Yes, Master. My boss was a jerk and my coworkers were so busy trying to keep themselves out of trouble that they didn’t have the time or the desire to help me. And then a customer would come in demanding something and it would just make matters worse. I hated the job.""That’s right. I told you that serving a Master would be easier - instead of trying to please your boss, the customers, and all the other things you had to deal with in an office setting, you would only need to concern yourself with pleasing one person. Me. I told you that all you needed to do was what I told you and that you wouldn’t have to worry about anything except doing what I wanted you to do to please Me.""I remember, Master," she said."Well, after what you told Me this morning, I did a lot of thinking today. I was troubled over your comments and…" I started."Oh, Master, it’s okay. I was just being whiny this morning. Please don’t worry about it, I’m over it now." she said, cutting Me off."You didn’t let Me finish. Anyway, I was troubled over your comments, and so I have been trying to figure out how we can correct this problem so you don’t feel so stressed out and pressured," I said. "And I think I have come up with a couple ideas.""Ideas, Master?""Yes. I am your Master and as such I should know if something is bothering you. I should have seen this coming and done something about it earlier. I am responsible for your entire well-being. Obviously there are some communication bugs to be worked out. So starting this coming Sunday and every Sunday from now on you and I are going to sit down at the dining room table and discuss our week, what we are thinking, and how we are feeling. During this time we are not going to be Master and subbie - we are going to be Jonathan and Linda. Just a regular married couple. Understand?""Yes, Master. Thank you," she said, smiling and looking up at Me with her soft brown eyes."Now you made a request of Me this morning… a request it’s time to take care of. Stand up pet," I commanded. Pet instantly got to her feet. Even though she tried hard not to, I caught a smile on her lips. I took her hand and pulled her across My lap and hoisted her t-shirt up to expose her tight round ass. As I caressed her upturned ass I continued talking to her."Do you remember your first spanking, pet? You were nervous and scared at first, unsure if this was what you really wanted after all.Her lip trembled as she smiled. “Yes, Master, I remember.”After I had given you a few well-placed swats, you settled down and relaxed some. Your ass was so soft. It still is you know. As I rubbed and spanked it, you got so turned on and excited. Then I removed your panties and used them as a gag while I spanked your soft bare ass. Do you remember how hot you were as my fingers brushed between your legs?” Slightly embarrassed, she nodded.
I watched her reaction to my voice, as her breathing got a bit faster. “Then my fingers found their way inside you. You tried to direct me to finger you exactly the way you wanted it, but I didn’t want you to cum so quickly. So I teased you some first. Do you remember how hard you came when I finally allowed it? Do you remember how I made you beg for it?”"Yes", she whispered.With My left hand in the small of her back holding her down, My other hand continued to rub her butt. “You know I’ve never forgotten that feeling the first time I spanked you, either.”SMACK! SMACK! I left a red handprint on each of her pale ass cheeks."Does being dominated like this still excite you?" I asked."Ohhh," Her soft moan was enough of a reply for Me.SMACK! SMACK! Two more swats to her soft asscheeks. I watched the skin pinken up as I rubbed her tender flesh.I was not hitting her hard. This was not a punishment spanking. Instead, I was giving her firm, consistent slaps letting my hand alternate, first swatting one cheek then the other.SMACK! SMACK!"You know, pet, I believe you do enjoy these spankings." I said, chuckling to Myself.SMACK! SMACK!"You didn’t get all your housework done today did you? I noticed that the bedroom was still a mess. The bed was not made and there were clothes laying around the room. Did you purposely neglect your work today just to give Me a reason to spank you?""No, Master, I didn’t," she said in a voice so low I almost didn’t hear it.SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I began to spank her lower on the tender backs of her thighs. I knew that this would sting a bit more. A low moan escaped her lips and I felt my cock throb at her response."Stand up and remove your t-shirt. I want to use those tits of yours as well," I said to her. She got up off My lap and removed her shirt. She now stood before Me completely naked. My God what a beautiful creature she was! At five foot six inches tall and a very admirable 36D-25-36 with long brown hair, she was a work of art. I couldn’t help but pause for a moment just to admire the woman who has given herself to Me so completely."Go fetch Me the ping pong paddle and the clover nipple clamps, pet," I said, once I was able to focus again."I don’t want to," she said in a pouting voice, "That paddle hurts and you know I don’t like the nipple clamps."Of course I knew both of these to be outright lies - she loved to have them both used on her. But I knew what she was doing. She wanted more and she wanted it harder. Fine by Me!"So now we are being disobedient are we, pet? You know I have never stood for that!" I said.SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I gave her four harder swats to her now well-pinked ass. She began to kick up a leg in protest although she wasn’t yet squirming… something I was about to remedy.SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! an additional four hard swats brought her back to her senses."Ohhh!" she moaned. I helped her off my lap and onto the floor on all fours. She stayed there as I stood up Myself."Give Me your hair," I commanded and she pulled her hair back twisting it into a loose ponytail and handed me the end. I often used her long brown hair as a "leash" when walking her on all fours. She knew what to do. I began walking briskly and she crawled as fast as she could to try to keep up. I walked My pet down the hallway to our bedroom where the "toybox" was kept. There I opened the box and took out the paddle and clover clamps that I had told her to get.Still holding her by the hair, I pulled her to the middle of the bedroom. Pushing her over onto her back I jumped on top of her, pinning her down with her arms at her sides. With her unable to move I took the clover clamps in hand. Pet’s eyes got wide as she realized what I was about to do."Now then, since you didn’t do as I told you to and made Me have to stop and get these things Myself, you are going to carry them… starting with these clamps," I said. With that I took hold of her left nipple and pinched it hard, tugging on it and getting it to swell and stiffen."Ow! Owww!" she complained. But I knew she was just being difficult. I pinched and tugged and flicked the bud until it was stiff and erect. Then I opened the clamp and attached it firmly, pulling on it gently to make sure it wouldn’t come off until I took it off. Pet gasped as the clamp bit into her hypersensitive nipple but with her arms pinned, there was little she could do. And she wouldn’t have even if she was free to. You see, My pet likes her clamps. She feels sexy in them and likes that I enjoy her in them as well. So her "protests" were all part of the game.With one nipple under the clamp, I turned My attention to the other one and repeated the slapping and pinching and pulling until her second nipple was ready for the clamp. As the clamp bore down on her right bud, pet moaned louder. I could hear the lust in her voice and knew she was getting turned on. So I turned things up a bit by grabbing her clamped tits and gripping them tightly, sinking My fingers deep into the soft meat of her globes."Ohhh god, Master," pet whimpered as I mauled her tits roughly."It’s been a long time since you had a good spanking. Apparently TOO long - you have forgotten how to act. Well this should remind you." I said, feigning anger. I stood up, pulling her up to her knees as I did. It may sound to you like I was too rough on My girl, but I happen to know when she gets in "this mood", I can hardly be rough enough on her! At times she craves and even needs to be handled roughly, verbally assaulted, and treated like a street whore - it’s all part of the game between us."Open your mouth slut," I commanded. She opened her mouth and I placed the handle of the ping pong paddle in between her teeth. "If you drop this paddle, we will have to start all over and it won’t bade well for you. Do you understand?" I warned her."Yeff Maffer," she said around the paddle handle."Good. Now Let’s go back to the living room and finish this," I said as I started walking again. Once again she crawled as fast as she could but of course I walked a little bit faster, half dragging her down the finished hardwood-floored hallway.We reached the living room and I returned to the couch this time - the better to spank her there. I took the paddle from her mouth and sat it on the cushion next to Me. Trying to hide my growing excitement (and raging hard-on), I sat down and again directed her over my lap. My hands rubbed and squeezed her soft round ass cheeks softly. Her large breasts hung down with the clips attached and swung gracefully as she laid over my lap."You brought this spanking on yourself," I told her. "You told Me that you need this spanking to relieve the stress I put on you being My submissive. Well far be it from Me to give you undue stress so I am going to ease this stress for you." Her breathing had gotten faster and she began squirming on My lap - not from being spanked but from the desire that was slowly consuming her.SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I gave her four hard swats with My hand on her ass to get her warmed up again after our break. "Ohhh!" she moaned, squirming as her ass pinked up again."Okay it’s time to get on with it," I said. I picked up the paddle and rubbed it’s face across her ass cheek so she could feel it. My ping pong paddle had two sides. One side was covered with smooth, well-oiled leather, while the other side was smoothly sanded and varnished wood. Each side had it’s advantages. The leather side with it’s oiled surface made the sting settle in longer. The wooden side made the swat sharper and more intense initially. I rubbed the leather side across her upturned ass as she wriggled under it in anticipation."Please, Master. Please spank me," she whined.I drew My hand back and watched as she tensed waiting for the first blow from the paddle. Unbeknownst to her though, I spun the paddle in My hand so that the wooden side would come down across her tight ass cheeks.SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! four swift, cracking swats to her ass got her attention right away."YEOWCH!" she exclaimed, arching her back and bringing her chest up high.I pulled her legs open a bit more. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! These slaps I directed to her inner thigh."YEEOW! Oh Master!" she squealed.We had been together long enough that I knew exactly how she liked it and where to place My strokes for maximum effect. Since this was to be an erotic spanking, I chose places I knew would cause her to get turned on without undue pain. Setting the paddle down momentarily, I rubbed my hands across her butt, letting my fingers stroke and brush between her thighs. She moaned and raised her ass a bit higher encouraging me to probe her. I smiled evilly.SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “You have been a bad girl. I don’t like spanking you, but you must learn to behave.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!She tried to reach behind herself. “Oh god, Master! Please!” I brushed her hands away."If you put those hands back there again, they will get a swat as well," I said.SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!"Ohhh, Goddd," she moaned loudly. She laid across my lap and slowly ground herself against Me. I could feel the heat coming from her core as she laid draped over My lap.SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! My hand slipped down between her thighs and I began to rub her already swollen lips. “My my, Are we enjoying this, slut? Your pussy is soaked,” I said smiling."I have to use the bathroom," she moaned. I smiled again. She used this old trick to get away and take a breather when she was getting spanked."Are you telling me the truth", I asked, as my hand continued to fondle her."Yes", she said. Even though I was fairly certain this was all just a ploy, I let her get up. I barely caught a smile as she rose from My lap. She brought her hands up as if to remove the nipple clamps."Leave them on, we aren’t finished here," I said. Her eyes rose and looked at me, then she smiled. She turned slowly and strolled to the bathroom. Closing the door she turned on the faucet.I got up from the couch and followed her to the bathroom once the door was shut. I stood out of sight with my back against the wall. I knew what My little slut was up to! She flushed the toilet and turned the water off. The water and the flushing were a diversion - she had only went in there to stall for time, just as I suspected. Finished now, she opened the door cautiously and peeked out. Not seeing me and thinking she was in the clear, she opened the door and stepped out.But she wasn’t in the clear at all and before she realized what was happening, I had pinned her against the hallway wall. I was too close for her to kick out at Me (she knew better than that anyway) and using my knee, I spread her thighs apart. She raised her hands up and I captured both of them in one of mine, holding them up over her head."You still think you can win, slut? You should know by now that I am very good at this game," I said. Pet’s excitement was evident in her panting breaths. With my free hand, I began to let my fingers softly play across her chest."No don’t," she moaned, but already her legs were getting wobbly and weak. She knew she was helpless and vulnerable in this position and that excited and inflamed her passion even more. I reached up and cupped her soft fleshy breasts and began to softly squeeze them. "Don’t," she moaned again.Leaving her heaving breasts behind, My fingers trailed lightly down her flat stomach. As they approached her steaming mound she sucked in a breath."No, you can’t," she protested, the lust thick in her voice. My fingers found her dripping and ready. She bucked against me as my finger rubbed her stiff clit."Ohhhhh," she moaned as she trembled against Me."I should shove My fingers into you and let them take you right here and now," I said, as My fingers burrowed deeper inside her. She humped against My hand, driving my fingers deeper and deeper. She was close, so very close to cumming.Suddenly I pulled my hands free. “Not just yet, My little slut,” I said."NO!" she cried out. Taking her by the hand, I led her to the bedroom."On the bed, slut, and ready yourself to be used," I said. Pet quickly climbed onto the bed and placed herself on her back with her legs spread wide. She smiled at Me in eager anticipation."No, pet. I want your ass," I corrected. She immediately moved to get into the proper position. On her wide-spread knees, with her chest lowered to the bed and her face laid on a pillow, her ass was exposed and vulnerable to whatever use I wanted to put it.For a moment I considered giving her more swats, but My own needs were growing and becoming unbearable. As she knelt there, ass up and whimpering, I squirted a good-sized glob of K-Y onto My fingers. Spreading her cheeks open, I looked down at her tight, puckered opening.
Such a good girl, just the sight of her caused me to throb in anticipation. Smearing the goo on her anus, I rubbed My cock around working the lube onto My cock as well as into her ass slightly. Then I pressed the bulbous head to her opening. At first she resisted, twisting her ass this way and that. With one hand I held her steady, while I guided my shaft with the other.
A low moan announced my dick’s entry. Her heat was incredible and I fought to maintain control. Then after taking a few deep breaths, I began to slowly work myself in deeper. I went easy at first, knowing that her tightness could cause me to climax far earlier than I wanted. I intended to take My pleasure out in this girl slowly, teasingly, driving her crazy along the way. I began the see-saw rhythm we both knew so well.I purposely took My time pushing into her, then pulling out until just the head of My cock remained inside her sphincter ring. She moaned and began to raise her ass higher. Then she began to move counter to me, pushing back against Me as I pressed forward. This caused my cock to slide in deeper as she rocked back and forth."Ohh fuck," she moaned. My dick twitched at her words. I had taught her long ago to use vulgar words to tell Me what she felt and what she wanted. And she had learned well. Now it was those very words that drove me wild. I increased my rhythm and the depth of My pistoning."Fuck! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" she moaned. Grabbing her by the waist, I pulled her ass back even more. I needed leverage to give it to her the way she wanted. Planting my feet firm against the foot board of our wrought-iron bed, I began to drive into her like I wanted to split her in two. I rammed My steel-hard cock into her so hard I almost knocked the breath out of her with each thrust. I could see her fists balling up the sheets as I drove My cock home until My balls slapped against her pussy."Yes! Oh Fuck! Harder! Faster! Oh Fuck Me! Fuck My ASS!" she screamed as My cock pistoned in and out with a speed that even a race car engine would envy. Her words were driving me over the brink. With all I had, I rammed myself in again and again. Nothing could compare with the indescribable feeling I had at that moment. Buried balls deep in My beautiful girls tight ass, her screams of pleasure and encouragement as I fucked her ringing in my ears. My sweat dripping down onto her back and mixing with hers as it trailed down and dripped off us onto the sheets as I continued to pump into her.Suddenly with a lunge and a shout, I came. She felt My white hot seed splash deep in her rectum and she screamed out her own release. We both shuddered as our mutual orgasms rocked back and forth between us, each one fighting for supremacy. Then in complete orgasmic bliss, we collapsed onto the bed and rolled on our sides, each panting like racehorses after finishing the Kentucky Derby. I held her in My arms, feeling my cock throb as it shriveled. My need satisfied, I just wanted to, no I needed to hold onto her.After awhile I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stepped into the shower. I was in the middle of cleaning up a bit when I heard the bathroom door open and then shut. A moment later the shower door opened.Without a word, pet stepped into the shower. Taking the soap from My hand, she began washing Me. Her gentle touch was heavenly and I closed My eyes, leaning against the shower wall as she tended to Me. She cradled My withered cock in her hands oh so tenderly, making sure I was clean and then she softly kissed My cock in admiration and respect.When we were both washed up and clean, we exited the shower and it was My turn to dote on her, drying her off and kissing her as I did.We went back into the bedroom and laid back down on the bed. She snuggled into the crook of my arm. It felt so natural to Me to have her lay like this. I stroked her hair and face as she lay breathing softly, evenly. It all came flooding back to me and I held her tight. She squeezed Me back and smiled up at Me. I knew this is where we both belonged.

Please Spank Me - I’ve Been Good!

"Master, may I ask you something?" she said one morning as we sat eating breakfast.

"What is it, pet?" I said as I sat My fork down. Whenever My girl starts a sentence with ‘May I ask you something?’ it’s cause for My complete attention.

"Well, Master today is Friday… and if we don’t have anything planned for this weekend…" she said faltering.

"What is it you want to ask, pet. Be quick about it - I have to get to work." I said.

"I’m sorry Master. I was just wondering if you would spank me this weekend. I really need a good spanking."

Her request caught Me a bit off guard, so I wanted to know more. “Why is that, pet? Have you done something wrong?”

"Oh no, Master. I’ve been good. It’s just… I really want you to spank me."

"I’m not sure I understand. Explain what it is you are asking Me," I said, still perplexed at her unusual request.

"Well, Master it’s like this. Sometimes being a submissive is stressful, I mean having to always wonder if what I am doing or saying or acting is pleasing to You. Wondering if I am doing things the way You want, trying to figure out what You need from me next. Always being prepared no matter what I am doing to change things and go in a totally different direction. It’s quite stressful."

"I didn’t realize you felt this way, pet," I said.

"Oh don’t get me wrong - I love being your submissive. I can’t imagine my life any other way than to be kneeling before you and serving you, Master. But sometimes I need to be spanked… it’s sort of cathartic in a way. It’s like when you tease me and then tell me not to cum. You keep on building up the pressure until it’s intolerable and then when you do allow me to cum, it’s such a relief. Well spanking has a similar effect on me. And I am in need of relief, Master. I need a good sound spanking to release the pressure. I need you to make me cry and then to hold me afterwards. Can you understand, Master?" she said, as she held My hand and looked into My eyes.

As her speech ended, I stood up and pulled her up to Me. I kissed her on the forehead softly. “Yes, babygirl. I understand completely. Consider it done, little one. Tonight I shall grant you the release you speak of. I had no idea you felt this way and now that I do, you won’t have to suffer any longer with this burden.”

"Thank you, Master," pet said.

"One thing I ask, though. The next time you need a release like this, don’t wait so long to ask. I don’t want you to be afraid to talk to Me about anything, Ok?" I said.

"Yes, Master. I will come to you sooner next time. Thank you," she said smiling. I couldn’t help but kiss her sweet lips long and hard. Such a good girl!

That day at work, I kept thinking about what pet had said. About how stressful it was on her being a submissive and how it all would build up in her. I had promised her when she became My submissive that I would make her life simpler and easier! Now apparently I was doing the opposite! Well something had to be done about this. But what? Where do I start and what can I do to change things for her?

I mulled the situation over all through the morning and over lunch. Due to the subject matter, this wasn’t exactly something I could ask the advice of My friends on! I had to figure this one out on My own.

After lunch I had come up with a plan that I hoped would help. It may not be the total answer, but if it worked to help alleviate some of the stress pet was talking about, it would do for now until I could come up with a more permanent and effective solution.

The office wasn’t very busy that day and I was able to close up a little early. Which was good, as I had some shopping to do. I stopped by the hardware store and by our local “adult novelties” shop to see what I could find to help in My plan.

Having made My purchases and formulated a plan in My head, I started for home. I had picked up a plain brown packing box and put everything into the box to keep prying eyes from spoiling My surprise! I arrived at home and pulled into the garage and shut the car off. Taking the taped box from the back seat, I went into the house.

My pet was busy in the kitchen and fortunately for Me, she didn’t hear Me come in. I put the box on the side of My chair opposite the couch so she wouldn’t see it, and then went into the kitchen to let her know I was home.

As I entered the kitchen, pet had her head in the refrigerator getting something out. I stood behind her quietly and when she stood up and closed the door, I slipped up behind her and threw My arms around her. She gasped as she felt Me press into her and tried to scream but I clamped My hand over her mouth. Then to let her know I wasn’t a burglar I gently kissed her neck and whispered into her ear.

"Hello My love, I’m home," I said in a low, deep voice. She relaxed at hearing My voice and then melted into Me. My hands found their way up to her full firm breasts and began kneading the soft flesh under her oversize t-shirt. Pet moaned softly as she felt My fingers digging into her breasts. She had always had sensitive breasts and even more sensitive nipples - it was one of her best features and one I exploited at every opportunity!

She turned in My arms and I gave her a long passionate kiss. As I did My hand slipped down her back and I hiked up her t-shirt so I could grab her tight little ass. As I expected, she wasn’t wearing any panties (she had been taught not to unless I gave her permission to) and as I gripped her left asscheek, she moaned into My mouth. I pulled her closer to Me so she could feel the bulge that was growing in My pants and I rubbed it against her barely covered pussy. Her moan got louder and then she broke the kiss.

"Master if you keep teasing me like this, you’ll make me burn our dinner. Then you’ll have to take me out to eat!" she said panting for breath.

I smiled and kissed her neck once again. “Well we can’t have that, not after you’ve made such a delicious smelling dinner!”

"Thank you, Master. Dinner is about ready so if you want to wash up, I will serve it up," she said smiling broadly. I went to the bedroom to change clothes and then went to the bathroom to wash up. As I got back to the dining room, pet had just finished putting everything on the table. I went to her side of the table and pulled the chair out for her, seating her first as is our custom. Then I took My seat and she dished up our plates. She had made one of her mouthwatering pot roasts complete with all the fixings. We ate the delightful meal while she told Me of her day and I told her about Mine.

After dinner was finished, I sat at the table while pet cleared the dirty dishes and started the dishwasher. Then we went into the living room to relax.

The room was warm and quiet. I sat down in My chair while pet took her favorite position kneeling at My feet with her head sideways in My lap. She mewled softly as I played with her hair, enjoying My hands running through her soft brown curls.

"Do you remember when you first learned that I was a Master? You asked Me how anyone could enjoy being ‘abused and humiliated’ I believe were the terms you used that day." I said.

She smiled, “Yes, Master I remember. I was so naive about The Life. But I was a different girl back then.”

"Yes you were, pet. Do you remember what I told you about D/s? About how being a submissive to a Master could make your life simpler and less stressful. You were working as a secretary and you were quite unhappy as memory serves."

"Yes, Master. My boss was a jerk and my coworkers were so busy trying to keep themselves out of trouble that they didn’t have the time or the desire to help me. And then a customer would come in demanding something and it would just make matters worse. I hated the job."

"That’s right. I told you that serving a Master would be easier - instead of trying to please your boss, the customers, and all the other things you had to deal with in an office setting, you would only need to concern yourself with pleasing one person. Me. I told you that all you needed to do was what I told you and that you wouldn’t have to worry about anything except doing what I wanted you to do to please Me."

"I remember, Master," she said.

"Well, after what you told Me this morning, I did a lot of thinking today. I was troubled over your comments and…" I started.

"Oh, Master, it’s okay. I was just being whiny this morning. Please don’t worry about it, I’m over it now." she said, cutting Me off.

"You didn’t let Me finish. Anyway, I was troubled over your comments, and so I have been trying to figure out how we can correct this problem so you don’t feel so stressed out and pressured," I said. "And I think I have come up with a couple ideas."

"Ideas, Master?"

"Yes. I am your Master and as such I should know if something is bothering you. I should have seen this coming and done something about it earlier. I am responsible for your entire well-being. Obviously there are some communication bugs to be worked out. So starting this coming Sunday and every Sunday from now on you and I are going to sit down at the dining room table and discuss our week, what we are thinking, and how we are feeling. During this time we are not going to be Master and subbie - we are going to be Jonathan and Linda. Just a regular married couple. Understand?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you," she said, smiling and looking up at Me with her soft brown eyes.

"Now you made a request of Me this morning… a request it’s time to take care of. Stand up pet," I commanded. Pet instantly got to her feet. Even though she tried hard not to, I caught a smile on her lips. I took her hand and pulled her across My lap and hoisted her t-shirt up to expose her tight round ass. As I caressed her upturned ass I continued talking to her.

"Do you remember your first spanking, pet? You were nervous and scared at first, unsure if this was what you really wanted after all.

Her lip trembled as she smiled. “Yes, Master, I remember.”

After I had given you a few well-placed swats, you settled down and relaxed some. Your ass was so soft. It still is you know. As I rubbed and spanked it, you got so turned on and excited. Then I removed your panties and used them as a gag while I spanked your soft bare ass. Do you remember how hot you were as my fingers brushed between your legs?” Slightly embarrassed, she nodded.

I watched her reaction to my voice, as her breathing got a bit faster. “Then my fingers found their way inside you. You tried to direct me to finger you exactly the way you wanted it, but I didn’t want you to cum so quickly. So I teased you some first. Do you remember how hard you came when I finally allowed it? Do you remember how I made you beg for it?”

"Yes", she whispered.

With My left hand in the small of her back holding her down, My other hand continued to rub her butt. “You know I’ve never forgotten that feeling the first time I spanked you, either.”

SMACK! SMACK! I left a red handprint on each of her pale ass cheeks.

"Does being dominated like this still excite you?" I asked.

"Ohhh," Her soft moan was enough of a reply for Me.

SMACK! SMACK! Two more swats to her soft asscheeks. I watched the skin pinken up as I rubbed her tender flesh.

I was not hitting her hard. This was not a punishment spanking. Instead, I was giving her firm, consistent slaps letting my hand alternate, first swatting one cheek then the other.

SMACK! SMACK!

"You know, pet, I believe you do enjoy these spankings." I said, chuckling to Myself.

SMACK! SMACK!

"You didn’t get all your housework done today did you? I noticed that the bedroom was still a mess. The bed was not made and there were clothes laying around the room. Did you purposely neglect your work today just to give Me a reason to spank you?"

"No, Master, I didn’t," she said in a voice so low I almost didn’t hear it.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I began to spank her lower on the tender backs of her thighs. I knew that this would sting a bit more. A low moan escaped her lips and I felt my cock throb at her response.

"Stand up and remove your t-shirt. I want to use those tits of yours as well," I said to her. She got up off My lap and removed her shirt. She now stood before Me completely naked. My God what a beautiful creature she was! At five foot six inches tall and a very admirable 36D-25-36 with long brown hair, she was a work of art. I couldn’t help but pause for a moment just to admire the woman who has given herself to Me so completely.

"Go fetch Me the ping pong paddle and the clover nipple clamps, pet," I said, once I was able to focus again.

"I don’t want to," she said in a pouting voice, "That paddle hurts and you know I don’t like the nipple clamps."

Of course I knew both of these to be outright lies - she loved to have them both used on her. But I knew what she was doing. She wanted more and she wanted it harder. Fine by Me!

"So now we are being disobedient are we, pet? You know I have never stood for that!" I said.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I gave her four harder swats to her now well-pinked ass. She began to kick up a leg in protest although she wasn’t yet squirming… something I was about to remedy.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! an additional four hard swats brought her back to her senses.

"Ohhh!" she moaned. I helped her off my lap and onto the floor on all fours. She stayed there as I stood up Myself.

"Give Me your hair," I commanded and she pulled her hair back twisting it into a loose ponytail and handed me the end. I often used her long brown hair as a "leash" when walking her on all fours. She knew what to do. I began walking briskly and she crawled as fast as she could to try to keep up. I walked My pet down the hallway to our bedroom where the "toybox" was kept. There I opened the box and took out the paddle and clover clamps that I had told her to get.

Still holding her by the hair, I pulled her to the middle of the bedroom. Pushing her over onto her back I jumped on top of her, pinning her down with her arms at her sides. With her unable to move I took the clover clamps in hand. Pet’s eyes got wide as she realized what I was about to do.

"Now then, since you didn’t do as I told you to and made Me have to stop and get these things Myself, you are going to carry them… starting with these clamps," I said. With that I took hold of her left nipple and pinched it hard, tugging on it and getting it to swell and stiffen.

"Ow! Owww!" she complained. But I knew she was just being difficult. I pinched and tugged and flicked the bud until it was stiff and erect. Then I opened the clamp and attached it firmly, pulling on it gently to make sure it wouldn’t come off until I took it off. Pet gasped as the clamp bit into her hypersensitive nipple but with her arms pinned, there was little she could do. And she wouldn’t have even if she was free to. You see, My pet likes her clamps. She feels sexy in them and likes that I enjoy her in them as well. So her "protests" were all part of the game.

With one nipple under the clamp, I turned My attention to the other one and repeated the slapping and pinching and pulling until her second nipple was ready for the clamp. As the clamp bore down on her right bud, pet moaned louder. I could hear the lust in her voice and knew she was getting turned on. So I turned things up a bit by grabbing her clamped tits and gripping them tightly, sinking My fingers deep into the soft meat of her globes.

"Ohhh god, Master," pet whimpered as I mauled her tits roughly.

"It’s been a long time since you had a good spanking. Apparently TOO long - you have forgotten how to act. Well this should remind you." I said, feigning anger. I stood up, pulling her up to her knees as I did. It may sound to you like I was too rough on My girl, but I happen to know when she gets in "this mood", I can hardly be rough enough on her! At times she craves and even needs to be handled roughly, verbally assaulted, and treated like a street whore - it’s all part of the game between us.

"Open your mouth slut," I commanded. She opened her mouth and I placed the handle of the ping pong paddle in between her teeth. "If you drop this paddle, we will have to start all over and it won’t bade well for you. Do you understand?" I warned her.

"Yeff Maffer," she said around the paddle handle.

"Good. Now Let’s go back to the living room and finish this," I said as I started walking again. Once again she crawled as fast as she could but of course I walked a little bit faster, half dragging her down the finished hardwood-floored hallway.

We reached the living room and I returned to the couch this time - the better to spank her there. I took the paddle from her mouth and sat it on the cushion next to Me. Trying to hide my growing excitement (and raging hard-on), I sat down and again directed her over my lap. My hands rubbed and squeezed her soft round ass cheeks softly. Her large breasts hung down with the clips attached and swung gracefully as she laid over my lap.

"You brought this spanking on yourself," I told her. "You told Me that you need this spanking to relieve the stress I put on you being My submissive. Well far be it from Me to give you undue stress so I am going to ease this stress for you." Her breathing had gotten faster and she began squirming on My lap - not from being spanked but from the desire that was slowly consuming her.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I gave her four hard swats with My hand on her ass to get her warmed up again after our break.

"Ohhh!" she moaned, squirming as her ass pinked up again.

"Okay it’s time to get on with it," I said. I picked up the paddle and rubbed it’s face across her ass cheek so she could feel it. My ping pong paddle had two sides. One side was covered with smooth, well-oiled leather, while the other side was smoothly sanded and varnished wood. Each side had it’s advantages. The leather side with it’s oiled surface made the sting settle in longer. The wooden side made the swat sharper and more intense initially. I rubbed the leather side across her upturned ass as she wriggled under it in anticipation.

"Please, Master. Please spank me," she whined.

I drew My hand back and watched as she tensed waiting for the first blow from the paddle. Unbeknownst to her though, I spun the paddle in My hand so that the wooden side would come down across her tight ass cheeks.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! four swift, cracking swats to her ass got her attention right away.

"YEOWCH!" she exclaimed, arching her back and bringing her chest up high.

I pulled her legs open a bit more. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! These slaps I directed to her inner thigh.

"YEEOW! Oh Master!" she squealed.

We had been together long enough that I knew exactly how she liked it and where to place My strokes for maximum effect. Since this was to be an erotic spanking, I chose places I knew would cause her to get turned on without undue pain. Setting the paddle down momentarily, I rubbed my hands across her butt, letting my fingers stroke and brush between her thighs. She moaned and raised her ass a bit higher encouraging me to probe her. I smiled evilly.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “You have been a bad girl. I don’t like spanking you, but you must learn to behave.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She tried to reach behind herself. “Oh god, Master! Please!” I brushed her hands away.

"If you put those hands back there again, they will get a swat as well," I said.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ohhh, Goddd," she moaned loudly. She laid across my lap and slowly ground herself against Me. I could feel the heat coming from her core as she laid draped over My lap.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! My hand slipped down between her thighs and I began to rub her already swollen lips. “My my, Are we enjoying this, slut? Your pussy is soaked,” I said smiling.

"I have to use the bathroom," she moaned. I smiled again. She used this old trick to get away and take a breather when she was getting spanked.

"Are you telling me the truth", I asked, as my hand continued to fondle her.

"Yes", she said. Even though I was fairly certain this was all just a ploy, I let her get up. I barely caught a smile as she rose from My lap. She brought her hands up as if to remove the nipple clamps.

"Leave them on, we aren’t finished here," I said. Her eyes rose and looked at me, then she smiled. She turned slowly and strolled to the bathroom. Closing the door she turned on the faucet.

I got up from the couch and followed her to the bathroom once the door was shut. I stood out of sight with my back against the wall. I knew what My little slut was up to! She flushed the toilet and turned the water off. The water and the flushing were a diversion - she had only went in there to stall for time, just as I suspected. Finished now, she opened the door cautiously and peeked out. Not seeing me and thinking she was in the clear, she opened the door and stepped out.

But she wasn’t in the clear at all and before she realized what was happening, I had pinned her against the hallway wall. I was too close for her to kick out at Me (she knew better than that anyway) and using my knee, I spread her thighs apart. She raised her hands up and I captured both of them in one of mine, holding them up over her head.

"You still think you can win, slut? You should know by now that I am very good at this game," I said. Pet’s excitement was evident in her panting breaths. With my free hand, I began to let my fingers softly play across her chest.

"No don’t," she moaned, but already her legs were getting wobbly and weak. She knew she was helpless and vulnerable in this position and that excited and inflamed her passion even more. I reached up and cupped her soft fleshy breasts and began to softly squeeze them. "Don’t," she moaned again.

Leaving her heaving breasts behind, My fingers trailed lightly down her flat stomach. As they approached her steaming mound she sucked in a breath.

"No, you can’t," she protested, the lust thick in her voice. My fingers found her dripping and ready. She bucked against me as my finger rubbed her stiff clit.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned as she trembled against Me.

"I should shove My fingers into you and let them take you right here and now," I said, as My fingers burrowed deeper inside her. She humped against My hand, driving my fingers deeper and deeper. She was close, so very close to cumming.

Suddenly I pulled my hands free. “Not just yet, My little slut,” I said.

"NO!" she cried out. Taking her by the hand, I led her to the bedroom.

"On the bed, slut, and ready yourself to be used," I said. Pet quickly climbed onto the bed and placed herself on her back with her legs spread wide. She smiled at Me in eager anticipation.

"No, pet. I want your ass," I corrected. She immediately moved to get into the proper position. On her wide-spread knees, with her chest lowered to the bed and her face laid on a pillow, her ass was exposed and vulnerable to whatever use I wanted to put it.

For a moment I considered giving her more swats, but My own needs were growing and becoming unbearable. As she knelt there, ass up and whimpering, I squirted a good-sized glob of K-Y onto My fingers. Spreading her cheeks open, I looked down at her tight, puckered opening.

Such a good girl, just the sight of her caused me to throb in anticipation. Smearing the goo on her anus, I rubbed My cock around working the lube onto My cock as well as into her ass slightly. Then I pressed the bulbous head to her opening. At first she resisted, twisting her ass this way and that. With one hand I held her steady, while I guided my shaft with the other.

A low moan announced my dick’s entry. Her heat was incredible and I fought to maintain control. Then after taking a few deep breaths, I began to slowly work myself in deeper. I went easy at first, knowing that her tightness could cause me to climax far earlier than I wanted. I intended to take My pleasure out in this girl slowly, teasingly, driving her crazy along the way. I began the see-saw rhythm we both knew so well.

I purposely took My time pushing into her, then pulling out until just the head of My cock remained inside her sphincter ring. She moaned and began to raise her ass higher. Then she began to move counter to me, pushing back against Me as I pressed forward. This caused my cock to slide in deeper as she rocked back and forth.

"Ohh fuck," she moaned. My dick twitched at her words. I had taught her long ago to use vulgar words to tell Me what she felt and what she wanted. And she had learned well. Now it was those very words that drove me wild. I increased my rhythm and the depth of My pistoning.

"Fuck! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" she moaned. Grabbing her by the waist, I pulled her ass back even more. I needed leverage to give it to her the way she wanted. Planting my feet firm against the foot board of our wrought-iron bed, I began to drive into her like I wanted to split her in two. I rammed My steel-hard cock into her so hard I almost knocked the breath out of her with each thrust. I could see her fists balling up the sheets as I drove My cock home until My balls slapped against her pussy.

"Yes! Oh Fuck! Harder! Faster! Oh Fuck Me! Fuck My ASS!" she screamed as My cock pistoned in and out with a speed that even a race car engine would envy. Her words were driving me over the brink. With all I had, I rammed myself in again and again.

Nothing could compare with the indescribable feeling I had at that moment. Buried balls deep in My beautiful girls tight ass, her screams of pleasure and encouragement as I fucked her ringing in my ears. My sweat dripping down onto her back and mixing with hers as it trailed down and dripped off us onto the sheets as I continued to pump into her.

Suddenly with a lunge and a shout, I came. She felt My white hot seed splash deep in her rectum and she screamed out her own release. We both shuddered as our mutual orgasms rocked back and forth between us, each one fighting for supremacy. Then in complete orgasmic bliss, we collapsed onto the bed and rolled on our sides, each panting like racehorses after finishing the Kentucky Derby. I held her in My arms, feeling my cock throb as it shriveled. My need satisfied, I just wanted to, no I needed to hold onto her.

After awhile I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stepped into the shower. I was in the middle of cleaning up a bit when I heard the bathroom door open and then shut. A moment later the shower door opened.

Without a word, pet stepped into the shower. Taking the soap from My hand, she began washing Me. Her gentle touch was heavenly and I closed My eyes, leaning against the shower wall as she tended to Me. She cradled My withered cock in her hands oh so tenderly, making sure I was clean and then she softly kissed My cock in admiration and respect.

When we were both washed up and clean, we exited the shower and it was My turn to dote on her, drying her off and kissing her as I did.

We went back into the bedroom and laid back down on the bed. She snuggled into the crook of my arm. It felt so natural to Me to have her lay like this. I stroked her hair and face as she lay breathing softly, evenly. It all came flooding back to me and I held her tight. She squeezed Me back and smiled up at Me. I knew this is where we both belonged.

April’s Showers
"Now tell Me all about your day pet. What did you do today? Were you a good girl?" I asked My girl, April, as I looked her up and down, intently letting my gaze roam all over her body. She was naked, as always, except today I allowed her to wear her panties… I had a special reason for it this night. Earlier that day, she had worn her little black dress, which she knew to be one of My favorites. It was a tight knit halter-top number with the whole back open to just above her ass and in the front there was a large bat-wing type opening which gave a very nice view of her ample cleavage. The dress fit her like a second skin and without a bra, her large stiff nipples showed through the material provacatively. With her bangle bracelets on her wrists and matching hoop earrings, and her best CFM heels, she was truly a vision of loveliness. She had her makeup done flawlessly, just as I like it - dramatic evening eye makeup, and glossy red lipstick on her soft kissable lips. She was absolutely stunning.I was sitting in My favorite chair when April came into the room. She stood there, fidgeting nervously as I looked her over. I took My time examining My girl. For one thing I wanted her imagination to work on her for awhile. I have found that the unknown can be as big an excitement as the act itself. Just having her stand in front of Me, wondering what I am going to do, was driving her crazy!Another thing about taking My time with April is that she was just so damn delicious! Having this lovely girl at My beck and call has been and continues to be My greatest pleasure. She pleases Me in everything she does and makes Me proud to be her Master daily."You were with me all day Master," she said, shyly. April has never been good with words, and it always makes her nervous when I make her talk about herself. But her shyness is one of her most endearing qualities and every time I make her talk about herself, we always end up with a better connection because of it. Of course, she also knows arguing is pointless. If I don’t let the subject matter go right away, she knows I’m not going to. And she has had to learn that lesson the hard way. We have had many lengthy discussions when I had to keep prodding her to talk. And I always won in the end. Now she knows to just give in and talk to Me!"I want to hear all about it from you little one, and don’t spare the juicy details either." I told her, with feigned menace in My voice.Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled brightly and a sexy little smirk formed on her sweet lips as she began telling Me about her day:"Well when you woke me up this morning with that sweet forehead kiss, you told me to jump in the shower because we had things to do. I went in and took my shower, making sure I was clean and perfect for you, shaved in all the places you want," she blushed a bit as she talked now, "even down there. I got out of the shower and went into the bedroom to get dressed when I found the dress and other things you set out for me. I was wondering why you hadn’t come in and washed me as you usually do - you know how much I love it when you wash me," she said, blushing again."I got dressed in the clothes you set out. I was a bit surprised when I saw the panties, I must admit. It’s been a long time since I wore panties because of your rule against them. But you had set them out so I put them on. I finished getting dressed and went to put my makeup on. I didn’t know where you were planning on taking me, but I wanted to look my very best.""And you did little one…you looked amazing today," I said, interrupting her story."Thank you Master," she said smiling again."Anyway once I was dressed, you came in the room with a small blue velvet box with a pretty gold ribbon. I was so suprised! I asked you if it was for me and you smiled and said it was, and that I should open it and see the presents good little girls get. I opened the box to find the most beautiful small butt plug with a light blue jewel on it’s end, and the shiny metal bulge towards the top. You told me that you loved my eyes so much, you wanted to see them even from behind! I have to admit I was a little nervous when I first saw the plug… you have given and used many toys on me in the past, but this was my first plug. I felt a little uncertain and didn’t quite know what to expect from this new present.You told me to kneel on the bed and lift my ass in the air. You had me place my head on the bed with my ass high… a position I so enjoy by the way. This time I did as you said nervously though, I must confess. You hiked my dress up over my back and pulled my panties down to my knees. Your strong hands grabbed my ass and pulled my cheeks apart and then oh god, your tongue started to lick me everywhere. I was in heaven, nailed in place by your ministrations, as I enjoyed your wet tongue exploring my pussy and then going up to my ass. I swear I didn’t mean to squirm, Master, but this was so new and so intense. I tried to be still, I really did, but you were making me so hot… You smacked my ass hard, though, and told me to stay still as you spit in my tight little asshole and kept licking and lubing deep inside me. My eyes were closed and I was panting by the time you stopped, but you didn’t go far enough to make me cum… although I’ll admit, it was close!You told me to breathe calmly, and gently pushed the plug into my ass. It felt so good Master, filling me completely. But it was very different from your cock when you take me there. Then you decided to have a little fun with me, I guess, and began fingering my pussy while you wiggled the plug in my ass. Oh Master, the sensations were incredible! I was almost out of my mind with all the feelings I was experiencing. I know you heard my moaning and saw me twisting and writhing as your fingers and tongue worked on me.You brought me right to the edge of my orgasm and then made me beg you to cum. I know you love to hear me beg, Master, but really! You sure know how to make a girl crazy! When you bring me right to the very edge, when one more lick or one movement of your finger will send me over… god you drive me crazy, Master!” she said, flabbergasted.I had to smile as she spoke. She was right - I do love to tease My little girl and I love watching her reactions as I do. Bringing April to the edge of her mind is such fun! She is a very passionate, very sexy woman.'I've got another surprise for you, you told me,' she continued, 'Now Master, you know I can't handle surprises! You know how I get when you do that to me. I was so excited I could hardly stand it.We’re going out for lunch and an adventure you said. I was a bit hesitant about going out with the plug in my ass, but you were firm and I knew not to complain too much. Taking the elevator down to the parking garage, you pushed my body up against the elevator wall with yours and made me feel the plug in my ass. Your hands slipped under my dress and rubbed my panties over my pussy as you kissed me hard, pushing your tongue into my mouth and dancing with mine. My knees were weak and wobbly by the time the doors opened.You took us to a wonderful restaurant, and as we drove there, you made me slide my skirt up so you could see my legs and my panties. You caressed my thighs and the insides of my thighs, keeping me hot the whole trip. You would rub my panties from time to time and smile when I moaned. You made me sit like that, my skirt hiked up and my legs spayed wide open, the whole way to the restaurant. It was sheer torture, Master, having you touch me like that and not be able to do anything about it. I would have given myself to you at any time during that trip. By the time we got to the restaurant, I was on fire. But you stopped your teasing just in time and gave me a couple minutes to calm down before we went inside.In the restaurant you kept rubbing and pinching my thighs under the table, touching me over my panties and I kept biting my lip trying not to whimper and let everyone know what you were doing. I could feel my orgasm boiling just under the surface. My pussy was dripping by this point and I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter. My cheeks felt flush with embarrassment and my knees kept rubbing against each other helplessly. But you never took it far enough and by this point I was whispering in your ear, begging you to let me cum.”"What happened after the restaurant, little one?" I asked her. She was a bit shaky by now and again her knees are rubbing against each other while she stands there. She is softly swaying as the memories of the day get her aroused all over again. I told her to continue.She took a deep breath and went on:"Well we went for walk in the park, the weather was perfect and there was several people there, joggers, moms with strollers, and people playing frisbee. It was a beautiful sight and we began walking. I was having some trouble and soon you stopped and turned to me.You looked at me with a grin on your lips. ‘What’s the matter, little one?’ you said.I looked at you and glanced around. You knew very well what the matter was. I glanced around again and licked my lips a bit nervously. You had been playing me all morning and with all the water I drank at the restaurant trying to keep myself under control, it was only a matter of time. ‘I have to pee!’ I whispered exaggeratedly.I felt like my bladder was about to bust. I’d been holding it since the restaurant because you were playing with me and I didn’t want to interrupt your fun. But now I was about to pee my pants and needed to find someplace to go, and fast. I looked around again. We were in the middle of the park with no washrooms in sight. I realized immediately that this had been your intention all along. I looked back at you and sure enough you were grinning broadly at my discomfort now.'This isn't a joke! I really need to pee!' I complained. I licked my lips and searched in vain for even an outhouse. We had been in this park many times and I knew very well there was no washrooms of any form there. I saw a few people in the park in the distance. Some walking hand in hand like we had been doing. Others walking their dogs. Of course some joggers with earphones in their ears.'I don't suppose you can hold it until we get home?' You asked me teasingly.I don’t look at you, but I shake my head side to side. No, Master, I really have to go bad,’ I told you. I am trying to think of a plan.You had a plan all along though and so you took my hand and began to lead me off towards a clump of trees. You were walking briskly and I tried to keep up, but each step I took was excruciating as my full bladder bounced. You lead me into the trees a little ways. It felt sheltered and private… we have had sex many times in places like this. It’s close enough to other people to be risky if we are caught, but hidden enough to be discreet.We stopped in a small clearing in the trees, There was a small patch of soft grass. ‘You can go pee here,’ you told me.I looked at you a bit quizzically. ‘Master, I… I can’t!’ I told you shocked at the idea. You love it when I am put in situations that test my manners and beliefs. ‘I have pretty dress and panties on.’ I held out the front of the dress you made me wear today to show you. I looked at you, as if you could suddenly make a bathroom magically appear there in the clearing.'Just hold your dress up so it doesn't get dirty,' you told me. I looked at you shocked. You were serious!'But, Master! What about my panties?' I asked stunned at what you were suggesting.'Do you have to pee or not, little one?''Yes, but…''Well then get to it, we have other things to do.' you said, getting a little impatient with my whining.'Yes, Master, but I have no way to clean myself…' I pause. 'After.''Just let me handle that. Now be a good girl and hike that dress up and get on with it.' The command is soft, but a command nonetheless.I shot you a cross look, but complied with your command hurriedly since I was almost certain I am about to pee myself whether I wanted to or not. I pulled up My dress as high as I could; fortunately the design of the dress allowed me to pull it almost up to my breasts so it was well out of the way. I began to take off my pretty pink panties next.'Stop,' you commanded. I looked up at you with another curious look. 'Leave them on. Just go pee and be quick about it.'Now I knew what you are after. I smiled and stood in front of you with my dress hiked up high and just my panties on. You licked your lips like predator. Your eyes trailed down my body. I felt my clit twitch in response, but my mind was already racing. You could see there was already a stain on the front of my panties from my earlier wetness at your hand. You knew what the stain was and you grinned wickedly knowing how responsive I am to your touch.'Would you hold my hands while I squat, Master?' I asked. My eyes got big when you shook your head no. 'Then what do I do?' I asked, the need to pee growing ever more urgent.'You are My pet, are you not? Then pee like a pet would. On your hands and knees. Spread your knees as much as possible and then kind of squat a little. The ground will quickly absorb your pee.'My jaw drops at your instructions, but there is no time to complain. I really need to pee and don’t want it trickling down my legs. I get down into the position you have instructed, with my bum facing you. I feel a little slutty, and actually more than a little turned on. I glance over my shoulder to see you watching me intently. ‘Are you going to watch?’'Of course I am.'I had no time to care and slowly began releasing my pee. It fell between my legs to the grass beneath me. Finally, after what felt like forever the pee stopped and my overly full bladder contracted after being emptied. I actually groan with relief and pleasure. It felt so good to pee, Master.'Okay, I am done, Master. How do I clean myself now?' I asked you after I finished.You didn’t answer my question with words, but instead you held out your hand to help me up. Once I was standing up you gently pushed me up against a nearby tree.'Spread your legs,' you said in a low tone. I did as you said. With my dress still held up and my legs spread showing you my soaked panties I must have looked like a common whore.You pressed yourself to me and kissed me deep and passionately. I felt your hand move to my wet panties and you began rubbing my pussy through the warm wet material. Oh god it was so hot, Master! Your hand slipped under my panties and I thought is was going to faint when you touched my swollen clit. Your body held me up though as you began fingering my clit and slipping in and out of my steaming hole.My juices were flowing like a river and I finally knew how you were going to clean me; you were flushing the pee out with my own pussy juice! My heart was racing as you fingered me there in that little clearing and I’m sure anyone around us would have heard my moaning and groaning as you teased and tormented me.Then just as I felt I couldn’t handle anything more, you stopped. I was trembling with need and breathing heavily as you loked at me. I couldn’t believe it but then you pulled my panties down and off one leg, spreading my legs again and you knelt down in front of me. Without another thought, you shoved your face into my wet crotch and began licking my pussy. I almost died! Your tongue parted my pussy lips and began exploring my hole then moving up to lap at my pulsing clit, sending wave after wave of electric bolts up to my overloaded brain. I felt the ground give way and I was flying!Soon, I was panting and moaning. My breathing was heavy and fast. I was covered in sweat and unbelievably aroused. Your tongue worked rapidly over my swollen sensitive clit. I knew I was only moments away from cumming. I pushed my pussy forward into your face, trying to get your tongue deeper into me as my nails clutched and scratched the bark of the tree. A low long moan escaped my lips as my body, so long denied, released and swept me up into an incredible climax that left me weak and totally drained.When I was finally able to regain myself, you were standing. I had to lean against the tree to support myself, but you held me up as well. ‘That..was…incredible Master,’ I weakly whispered.'I thought you were too good to pee in the woods?' you taunted.'I am.' I said in my most princess-like tone. 'But I wanted to please you.' I look up at your sexy eyes. We pulled ourselves together and I straightened out my dress. My knees felt a bit wobbly so I took your hand for support. Hand in hand we returned to the path in the park and walked a little ways more. Finally we come to another thicket of trees and brush. You stop and I look at you.'Come with me,' You said. We both smile and head for the trees.>Once we are in the privacy of the trees, I watch you as you look around. Finally seeing something of interest you take my hand and lead me to a large rock. You tell me to take off my dress and panties. ‘Why? I don’t need to pee again.’'Be a good girl and do as you are told.' You growl sexily as you tug off your pants and boxers. I decide to do as I am told.You lay me face down over the rock and spread my legs nice and wide. I am soaked there with pussy juice. You finger my pussy a little and then place those fingers into my mouth. Sucking my own essence from your fingers I look back at you.You straightened your stance and took your stiff hard cock in hand and stepped forward aiming it between my legs. My eyes got round and big as I saw what was going to happen next. You’re not going to? You wouldn’t? Sure enough, you placed the head of your cock at my crack and taking hold of my hips, you shoved fully into my ravenous pussy!I gasped at the suddenness of it, then moaned as I felt you deep inside me, stretching me and filling me completely. It’s always so amazing to feel your cock in me, Master. You began pumping into me hard and fast, taking my breath away with every thrust. Pinned against the rock, I couldn’t move or squirm, I just had to take what you were giving me. Your balls slapped against me as you pushed all the way into me, hitting my clit eery so ofetn and adding to the whirlwind of sensations.I was moaning so loudly… I couldn’t help myself. I was afraid that we would be heard. But you had a plan for that as well. You picked up my wet panties and shoved them into my mouth as a makeshift gag!Tasting the mixture of my pussy juice and pee was such a turn-on! I almost came right then and there! But I knew that to cum without permission was forbidden. So I fought it back as you continued to paund me. You took me so hard and so deep I was not going to last long…I finally had all I could take and my scream under the gag told you that I was ready.'Spit out the gag… I want to hear you cum,' you said. Instantly I spit out my panties and with that I begged you.'Please, Master, please let me cum. Let me cum for you, please,' I cried out.'Cum little one,' was all you had to say. With a scream of pleasure I let my orgasm loose and pured my sweet juice all over your wonderful cock until it spilled out around it and ran down my legs. It was so wonderful, Master. Thank you for letting me cum for you."Then what happened, precious?" I asked her."Then when I was finished cumming and still a bit out of breath, you pulled me off the rock, spun me around to face you, and forced me to my knees. I knew what you wanted next and I opened my mouth to receive your cock. You shoved it deep into my mouth, almost gagging me, and then began pumping in and out. I could feel your need and I worked hard to bring you to orgasm too. I know what you like me to do and I gave it all I had. You must have been close to begin with, because it didn’t take long before I felt your cock sweel and your balls tighten - a sure sign you are going to cum. You pulled out of my mouth and I opened wide to accept your gift. You jerked off for a few seconds before you shot your hot sweet delicious cum into my mouth, intentionally missing it a few times to splatter my face. When you had finished pumping your balls dry, I took you back in my mouth to clean you up before you put your cock back in your pants. I didn’t get up until you told me to and you smiled, looking down at your cum-covered slut. I smiled back knowing I had pleased you. Then you helped me up, let me clean my face off and lick my fingers clean before we left our tree paradise.Then we drove home and that’s about it, Master.” she said, finishing her story."Did you enjoy your day pet?""Oh very much so Master, thank you.""Take off your panties and hand them to me." I reach out my hand waiting, she seems unsure and a little worried."They’re soiled Master and so wet, they’re yucky.""Do what you’re told, little slut!"She pulls them off slowly, her long legs shaking a bit. She hands them to me and I examine them closely."Don’t Master please!" She exclaims as I bring them to my nose, inhaling her strong musk. They are soaking wet and smell of wild things and slow rivers baked by the sun. She still doesn’t realize this yet, but her wetness is the best present she can ever give me. More than her obedience, more than her willingness, it’s this and she’s still ashamed of it. Someday she’ll realize."You’ve been so good today pet, come over here and accept your reward."

April’s Showers

"Now tell Me all about your day pet. What did you do today? Were you a good girl?" I asked My girl, April, as I looked her up and down, intently letting my gaze roam all over her body. She was naked, as always, except today I allowed her to wear her panties… I had a special reason for it this night. Earlier that day, she had worn her little black dress, which she knew to be one of My favorites. It was a tight knit halter-top number with the whole back open to just above her ass and in the front there was a large bat-wing type opening which gave a very nice view of her ample cleavage. The dress fit her like a second skin and without a bra, her large stiff nipples showed through the material provacatively. With her bangle bracelets on her wrists and matching hoop earrings, and her best CFM heels, she was truly a vision of loveliness. She had her makeup done flawlessly, just as I like it - dramatic evening eye makeup, and glossy red lipstick on her soft kissable lips. She was absolutely stunning.

I was sitting in My favorite chair when April came into the room. She stood there, fidgeting nervously as I looked her over. I took My time examining My girl. For one thing I wanted her imagination to work on her for awhile. I have found that the unknown can be as big an excitement as the act itself. Just having her stand in front of Me, wondering what I am going to do, was driving her crazy!

Another thing about taking My time with April is that she was just so damn delicious! Having this lovely girl at My beck and call has been and continues to be My greatest pleasure. She pleases Me in everything she does and makes Me proud to be her Master daily.

"You were with me all day Master," she said, shyly. April has never been good with words, and it always makes her nervous when I make her talk about herself. But her shyness is one of her most endearing qualities and every time I make her talk about herself, we always end up with a better connection because of it. Of course, she also knows arguing is pointless. If I don’t let the subject matter go right away, she knows I’m not going to. And she has had to learn that lesson the hard way. We have had many lengthy discussions when I had to keep prodding her to talk. And I always won in the end. Now she knows to just give in and talk to Me!

"I want to hear all about it from you little one, and don’t spare the juicy details either." I told her, with feigned menace in My voice.

Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled brightly and a sexy little smirk formed on her sweet lips as she began telling Me about her day:

"Well when you woke me up this morning with that sweet forehead kiss, you told me to jump in the shower because we had things to do. I went in and took my shower, making sure I was clean and perfect for you, shaved in all the places you want," she blushed a bit as she talked now, "even down there. I got out of the shower and went into the bedroom to get dressed when I found the dress and other things you set out for me. I was wondering why you hadn’t come in and washed me as you usually do - you know how much I love it when you wash me," she said, blushing again.

"I got dressed in the clothes you set out. I was a bit surprised when I saw the panties, I must admit. It’s been a long time since I wore panties because of your rule against them. But you had set them out so I put them on. I finished getting dressed and went to put my makeup on. I didn’t know where you were planning on taking me, but I wanted to look my very best."

"And you did little one…you looked amazing today," I said, interrupting her story.

"Thank you Master," she said smiling again.

"Anyway once I was dressed, you came in the room with a small blue velvet box with a pretty gold ribbon. I was so suprised! I asked you if it was for me and you smiled and said it was, and that I should open it and see the presents good little girls get. I opened the box to find the most beautiful small butt plug with a light blue jewel on it’s end, and the shiny metal bulge towards the top. You told me that you loved my eyes so much, you wanted to see them even from behind! I have to admit I was a little nervous when I first saw the plug… you have given and used many toys on me in the past, but this was my first plug. I felt a little uncertain and didn’t quite know what to expect from this new present.

You told me to kneel on the bed and lift my ass in the air. You had me place my head on the bed with my ass high… a position I so enjoy by the way. This time I did as you said nervously though, I must confess. You hiked my dress up over my back and pulled my panties down to my knees. Your strong hands grabbed my ass and pulled my cheeks apart and then oh god, your tongue started to lick me everywhere. I was in heaven, nailed in place by your ministrations, as I enjoyed your wet tongue exploring my pussy and then going up to my ass. I swear I didn’t mean to squirm, Master, but this was so new and so intense. I tried to be still, I really did, but you were making me so hot… You smacked my ass hard, though, and told me to stay still as you spit in my tight little asshole and kept licking and lubing deep inside me. My eyes were closed and I was panting by the time you stopped, but you didn’t go far enough to make me cum… although I’ll admit, it was close!

You told me to breathe calmly, and gently pushed the plug into my ass. It felt so good Master, filling me completely. But it was very different from your cock when you take me there. Then you decided to have a little fun with me, I guess, and began fingering my pussy while you wiggled the plug in my ass. Oh Master, the sensations were incredible! I was almost out of my mind with all the feelings I was experiencing. I know you heard my moaning and saw me twisting and writhing as your fingers and tongue worked on me.

You brought me right to the edge of my orgasm and then made me beg you to cum. I know you love to hear me beg, Master, but really! You sure know how to make a girl crazy! When you bring me right to the very edge, when one more lick or one movement of your finger will send me over… god you drive me crazy, Master!” she said, flabbergasted.

I had to smile as she spoke. She was right - I do love to tease My little girl and I love watching her reactions as I do. Bringing April to the edge of her mind is such fun! She is a very passionate, very sexy woman.

'I've got another surprise for you, you told me,' she continued, 'Now Master, you know I can't handle surprises! You know how I get when you do that to me. I was so excited I could hardly stand it.

We’re going out for lunch and an adventure you said. I was a bit hesitant about going out with the plug in my ass, but you were firm and I knew not to complain too much. Taking the elevator down to the parking garage, you pushed my body up against the elevator wall with yours and made me feel the plug in my ass. Your hands slipped under my dress and rubbed my panties over my pussy as you kissed me hard, pushing your tongue into my mouth and dancing with mine. My knees were weak and wobbly by the time the doors opened.

You took us to a wonderful restaurant, and as we drove there, you made me slide my skirt up so you could see my legs and my panties. You caressed my thighs and the insides of my thighs, keeping me hot the whole trip. You would rub my panties from time to time and smile when I moaned. You made me sit like that, my skirt hiked up and my legs spayed wide open, the whole way to the restaurant. It was sheer torture, Master, having you touch me like that and not be able to do anything about it. I would have given myself to you at any time during that trip. By the time we got to the restaurant, I was on fire. But you stopped your teasing just in time and gave me a couple minutes to calm down before we went inside.

In the restaurant you kept rubbing and pinching my thighs under the table, touching me over my panties and I kept biting my lip trying not to whimper and let everyone know what you were doing. I could feel my orgasm boiling just under the surface. My pussy was dripping by this point and I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter. My cheeks felt flush with embarrassment and my knees kept rubbing against each other helplessly. But you never took it far enough and by this point I was whispering in your ear, begging you to let me cum.”

"What happened after the restaurant, little one?" I asked her. She was a bit shaky by now and again her knees are rubbing against each other while she stands there. She is softly swaying as the memories of the day get her aroused all over again. I told her to continue.

She took a deep breath and went on:

"Well we went for walk in the park, the weather was perfect and there was several people there, joggers, moms with strollers, and people playing frisbee. It was a beautiful sight and we began walking. I was having some trouble and soon you stopped and turned to me.

You looked at me with a grin on your lips. ‘What’s the matter, little one?’ you said.

I looked at you and glanced around. You knew very well what the matter was. I glanced around again and licked my lips a bit nervously. You had been playing me all morning and with all the water I drank at the restaurant trying to keep myself under control, it was only a matter of time. ‘I have to pee!’ I whispered exaggeratedly.

I felt like my bladder was about to bust. I’d been holding it since the restaurant because you were playing with me and I didn’t want to interrupt your fun. But now I was about to pee my pants and needed to find someplace to go, and fast. I looked around again. We were in the middle of the park with no washrooms in sight. I realized immediately that this had been your intention all along. I looked back at you and sure enough you were grinning broadly at my discomfort now.

'This isn't a joke! I really need to pee!' I complained. I licked my lips and searched in vain for even an outhouse. We had been in this park many times and I knew very well there was no washrooms of any form there. I saw a few people in the park in the distance. Some walking hand in hand like we had been doing. Others walking their dogs. Of course some joggers with earphones in their ears.

'I don't suppose you can hold it until we get home?' You asked me teasingly.

I don’t look at you, but I shake my head side to side. No, Master, I really have to go bad,’ I told you. I am trying to think of a plan.

You had a plan all along though and so you took my hand and began to lead me off towards a clump of trees. You were walking briskly and I tried to keep up, but each step I took was excruciating as my full bladder bounced. You lead me into the trees a little ways. It felt sheltered and private… we have had sex many times in places like this. It’s close enough to other people to be risky if we are caught, but hidden enough to be discreet.

We stopped in a small clearing in the trees, There was a small patch of soft grass. ‘You can go pee here,’ you told me.

I looked at you a bit quizzically. ‘Master, I… I can’t!’ I told you shocked at the idea. You love it when I am put in situations that test my manners and beliefs. ‘I have pretty dress and panties on.’ I held out the front of the dress you made me wear today to show you. I looked at you, as if you could suddenly make a bathroom magically appear there in the clearing.

'Just hold your dress up so it doesn't get dirty,' you told me. I looked at you shocked. You were serious!

'But, Master! What about my panties?' I asked stunned at what you were suggesting.

'Do you have to pee or not, little one?'

'Yes, but…'

'Well then get to it, we have other things to do.' you said, getting a little impatient with my whining.

'Yes, Master, but I have no way to clean myself…' I pause. 'After.'

'Just let me handle that. Now be a good girl and hike that dress up and get on with it.' The command is soft, but a command nonetheless.

I shot you a cross look, but complied with your command hurriedly since I was almost certain I am about to pee myself whether I wanted to or not. I pulled up My dress as high as I could; fortunately the design of the dress allowed me to pull it almost up to my breasts so it was well out of the way. I began to take off my pretty pink panties next.

'Stop,' you commanded. I looked up at you with another curious look. 'Leave them on. Just go pee and be quick about it.'

Now I knew what you are after. I smiled and stood in front of you with my dress hiked up high and just my panties on. You licked your lips like predator. Your eyes trailed down my body. I felt my clit twitch in response, but my mind was already racing. You could see there was already a stain on the front of my panties from my earlier wetness at your hand. You knew what the stain was and you grinned wickedly knowing how responsive I am to your touch.

'Would you hold my hands while I squat, Master?' I asked. My eyes got big when you shook your head no. 'Then what do I do?' I asked, the need to pee growing ever more urgent.

'You are My pet, are you not? Then pee like a pet would. On your hands and knees. Spread your knees as much as possible and then kind of squat a little. The ground will quickly absorb your pee.'

My jaw drops at your instructions, but there is no time to complain. I really need to pee and don’t want it trickling down my legs. I get down into the position you have instructed, with my bum facing you. I feel a little slutty, and actually more than a little turned on. I glance over my shoulder to see you watching me intently. ‘Are you going to watch?’

'Of course I am.'

I had no time to care and slowly began releasing my pee. It fell between my legs to the grass beneath me. Finally, after what felt like forever the pee stopped and my overly full bladder contracted after being emptied. I actually groan with relief and pleasure. It felt so good to pee, Master.

'Okay, I am done, Master. How do I clean myself now?' I asked you after I finished.

You didn’t answer my question with words, but instead you held out your hand to help me up. Once I was standing up you gently pushed me up against a nearby tree.

'Spread your legs,' you said in a low tone. I did as you said. With my dress still held up and my legs spread showing you my soaked panties I must have looked like a common whore.

You pressed yourself to me and kissed me deep and passionately. I felt your hand move to my wet panties and you began rubbing my pussy through the warm wet material. Oh god it was so hot, Master! Your hand slipped under my panties and I thought is was going to faint when you touched my swollen clit. Your body held me up though as you began fingering my clit and slipping in and out of my steaming hole.

My juices were flowing like a river and I finally knew how you were going to clean me; you were flushing the pee out with my own pussy juice! My heart was racing as you fingered me there in that little clearing and I’m sure anyone around us would have heard my moaning and groaning as you teased and tormented me.

Then just as I felt I couldn’t handle anything more, you stopped. I was trembling with need and breathing heavily as you loked at me. I couldn’t believe it but then you pulled my panties down and off one leg, spreading my legs again and you knelt down in front of me. Without another thought, you shoved your face into my wet crotch and began licking my pussy. I almost died! Your tongue parted my pussy lips and began exploring my hole then moving up to lap at my pulsing clit, sending wave after wave of electric bolts up to my overloaded brain. I felt the ground give way and I was flying!

Soon, I was panting and moaning. My breathing was heavy and fast. I was covered in sweat and unbelievably aroused. Your tongue worked rapidly over my swollen sensitive clit. I knew I was only moments away from cumming. I pushed my pussy forward into your face, trying to get your tongue deeper into me as my nails clutched and scratched the bark of the tree. A low long moan escaped my lips as my body, so long denied, released and swept me up into an incredible climax that left me weak and totally drained.

When I was finally able to regain myself, you were standing. I had to lean against the tree to support myself, but you held me up as well. ‘That..was…incredible Master,’ I weakly whispered.

'I thought you were too good to pee in the woods?' you taunted.

'I am.' I said in my most princess-like tone. 'But I wanted to please you.' I look up at your sexy eyes.
We pulled ourselves together and I straightened out my dress. My knees felt a bit wobbly so I took your hand for support. Hand in hand we returned to the path in the park and walked a little ways more. Finally we come to another thicket of trees and brush. You stop and I look at you.

'Come with me,' You said. We both smile and head for the trees.

>Once we are in the privacy of the trees, I watch you as you look around. Finally seeing something of interest you take my hand and lead me to a large rock. You tell me to take off my dress and panties. ‘Why? I don’t need to pee again.’

'Be a good girl and do as you are told.' You growl sexily as you tug off your pants and boxers. I decide to do as I am told.

You lay me face down over the rock and spread my legs nice and wide. I am soaked there with pussy juice. You finger my pussy a little and then place those fingers into my mouth. Sucking my own essence from your fingers I look back at you.

You straightened your stance and took your stiff hard cock in hand and stepped forward aiming it between my legs. My eyes got round and big as I saw what was going to happen next. You’re not going to? You wouldn’t? Sure enough, you placed the head of your cock at my crack and taking hold of my hips, you shoved fully into my ravenous pussy!

I gasped at the suddenness of it, then moaned as I felt you deep inside me, stretching me and filling me completely. It’s always so amazing to feel your cock in me, Master. You began pumping into me hard and fast, taking my breath away with every thrust. Pinned against the rock, I couldn’t move or squirm, I just had to take what you were giving me. Your balls slapped against me as you pushed all the way into me, hitting my clit eery so ofetn and adding to the whirlwind of sensations.

I was moaning so loudly… I couldn’t help myself. I was afraid that we would be heard. But you had a plan for that as well. You picked up my wet panties and shoved them into my mouth as a makeshift gag!

Tasting the mixture of my pussy juice and pee was such a turn-on! I almost came right then and there! But I knew that to cum without permission was forbidden. So I fought it back as you continued to paund me. You took me so hard and so deep I was not going to last long…

I finally had all I could take and my scream under the gag told you that I was ready.

'Spit out the gag… I want to hear you cum,' you said. Instantly I spit out my panties and with that I begged you.

'Please, Master, please let me cum. Let me cum for you, please,' I cried out.

'Cum little one,' was all you had to say. With a scream of pleasure I let my orgasm loose and pured my sweet juice all over your wonderful cock until it spilled out around it and ran down my legs. It was so wonderful, Master. Thank you for letting me cum for you.

"Then what happened, precious?" I asked her.

"Then when I was finished cumming and still a bit out of breath, you pulled me off the rock, spun me around to face you, and forced me to my knees. I knew what you wanted next and I opened my mouth to receive your cock. You shoved it deep into my mouth, almost gagging me, and then began pumping in and out. I could feel your need and I worked hard to bring you to orgasm too. I know what you like me to do and I gave it all I had. You must have been close to begin with, because it didn’t take long before I felt your cock sweel and your balls tighten - a sure sign you are going to cum. You pulled out of my mouth and I opened wide to accept your gift. You jerked off for a few seconds before you shot your hot sweet delicious cum into my mouth, intentionally missing it a few times to splatter my face. When you had finished pumping your balls dry, I took you back in my mouth to clean you up before you put your cock back in your pants. I didn’t get up until you told me to and you smiled, looking down at your cum-covered slut. I smiled back knowing I had pleased you. Then you helped me up, let me clean my face off and lick my fingers clean before we left our tree paradise.

Then we drove home and that’s about it, Master.” she said, finishing her story.

"Did you enjoy your day pet?"

"Oh very much so Master, thank you."

"Take off your panties and hand them to me." I reach out my hand waiting, she seems unsure and a little worried.

"They’re soiled Master and so wet, they’re yucky."

"Do what you’re told, little slut!"

She pulls them off slowly, her long legs shaking a bit. She hands them to me and I examine them closely.

"Don’t Master please!" She exclaims as I bring them to my nose, inhaling her strong musk. They are soaking wet and smell of wild things and slow rivers baked by the sun. She still doesn’t realize this yet, but her wetness is the best present she can ever give me. More than her obedience, more than her willingness, it’s this and she’s still ashamed of it. Someday she’ll realize.

"You’ve been so good today pet, come over here and accept your reward."

Confessions of a Spurned Housewife, Ch. 1

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My name is Cindy and I am a married woman with a serious problem. I am a nymphomaniac. Yes, that’s right I love sex. I love all types of sex. I love pussy sex. I love anal sex. I love oral sex. I love lesbian sex. I even love Internet “cyber” sex. I love having sex, watching sex, and reading about sex. When I’m not having sex, I am thinking about having sex. Now you may not think this is a problem, but let me explain  further. 

                    
Being married has really cramped my style. My husband was more in love with his job than he was with me, which left me unfulfilled and horny. At first I took care of my needs myself; I got to be real good with my plastic boyfriend and  had several electric lovers to choose from. But batteries don’t keep you warm at night and you can’t really have an intelligent conversation with a vibrator. So I was still left bored and lonely - a bad combination for someone like me!


I played the good wife for a few years, always hoping that someday my husband would notice what he had right beside him. But shortly after our fifth anniversary, I had reached the point that I had to do something or go crazy. A nymphomaniac like me left sexually deprived is a woman who is desperate. And that is when I met Mark.


It started when I was online one day doing my regular bill paying chores. I had finished paying everyone that I needed to at that time, so I went looking for a sexy story to read. I enjoy reading sexy erotic stories to charge up my imagination so later, when me and my toy play, I can mentally picture myself doing those things or getting them done to me and it helps me to get off. I found a couple good sites and started looking around for stories, when I noticed one of the story sites had a personal ad bulletin board area attached to it. Just out of curiousity, I popped in to see what was happening. I began reading through the ads, checking out what people were saying in them.


Most the ads said pretty much the same thing; a guy or girl looking for a good time - blah, blah, blah. Pretty much what I expected. But just as I was about to leave and go find something else to read, one last ad caught my attention:


I’m a dominant, seeking my submissive. I’m looking for a real girl, who knows what it truly means to be a submissive.


You should like to be controlled, but still want, and know, that being a submissive is about love and affection. You should be willing to submit in all areas of your life and serve obediently, knowing that it is in your service that you are truly free. You should be able to derive pleasure from serving, and understand that it is your obedience that pleases Me and that My pleasure is your reward.


In return for your obedience and submission, you can expect the full measure of My support, care, and protection. You will be treated well, nurtured, cared for, and loved to the best of My ability. Your submission is My treasure and it will be guarded with all that I am.


About me… tall, white, and well-built, I am handsome, intelligent, funny, and a lot of fun both in and out of the bedroom. I’m adventurous, love the outdoors, I’m athletic, and looking for something long term. Tired of the bar scene, and of hook ups with no emotional attachments, I am looking for something real and substantial. I do not want just a quick sexual game, I am looking for a relationship, not a fuck. I’m kinky, but not over the top.


You should be a single white, latina, or asian. Thick is ok, just be in decent shape. You should be 18 or older. Submissive, looking for something long term. You can be a first timer to Dom/sub relationships, or semi-experienced. You must be real, and be serious about this. Do not waste my time, I will not waste yours…


If your real, serious and like my ad, get in touch. Be sure to include your name, best way to contact you, and a few pics. Include a little about you in your email, what you want, are looking for, where your from, what turned you on to my ad and made you get in touch etc.


Reading the ad, my pussy began to tingle. I had never thought much about the whole BDSM thing and didn’t know too much about it, yet the idea of a man controlling me and making me do all sorts of lewd and degrading sexual acts really got my pussy going. I was pretty open-minded and free about sex and how people expressed themselves, so just about anything was cool with me so long as everyone had a good time.


I decided to pursue this further and see where it went. I know it was wrong, but I wasn’t happy with the way my life was going. A change was definitely in order! So I answered the ad not sure what was going to happen, but excited that something was. For safety’s sake I had set up an alternate email.  I didn’t want to get caught for one thing and for another, if this guy turned out to be a creep or worse, it would be easy to drop out of sight and ditch him.


I checked my email every day, sometimes twice a day, but I heard nothing. I was beginning to think it was just a waste of time and was feeling pretty down. But after about a week and a half, I checked my email one day to find a message waiting there for me! Excitedly I opened it up - the only thing this email was used for was the ad so I knew what the message was about:


Hello Cindy2012,
   I received your reply to My ad - thank you for responding. I am sorry it has taken so long to get back to you, but I have been out of town on business.


  Your reply intrigues Me and I would like to get to know you better. I was also quite impressed with the pic you sent as well. I understand it was just a quick cell phone picture but from what I saw, you look very pretty. I was pleased. I would like to meet with you at a place of your choosing, and discuss this further.


  If you care to move forward with this, let Me know the time and place that we can meet and have coffee and talk or whatever.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Sir


Reading the email, my heart was racing. Part of me, a big part, wanted to write back right away. But when he talked about meeting so soon, it kinda of made me nervous. I knew all the horror stories and the news about Internet meetings. And meeting someone took this whole personal ad thing I had going into reality. Somehow I justified what I was doing as just a fantasy. But if I was to actually meet someone it would be more like… cheating.


I logged off my email and shut the computer down. I had housework to do anyway. But as the day progressed, the email kept coming back to haunt my thoughts. As I swept and mopped the floors in my house I pictured myself as a domestic girl, cleaning up my Master’s large mansion. As I started dinner, I fancied myself cooking and serving my Master His food submissively as I knelt beside Him.


As the day progressed I thought about him more and more. And the more I thought of him, the more turned on I was getting. By the time I had dinner started I was dripping! My husband Paul wouldn’t be home for another 30 minutes at least, so I left dinner in the oven while I went into the bedroom to take care of a different type of “simmering”!


I shut the door to the bedroom and laid back on the king-sized bed. reaching into my nightstand, I pulled out one of my favorite toys, an 8 inch long, 2 inch thick pink jelly vibrator, shaped and textured to look and feel like a real cock. It not only vibrated but it would rotate as well and at the base it had a delightful little buzzer in just the right place to hit my clit. My pink lover never failed to send me into orbit!


As hot as I was at the moment thinking about Him, I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to relieve all this pent-up frustration. So I laid back to enjoy my work. Sure enough, in about 15 minutes I was on the verge of a howling orgasm. I pictured myself performing in front of Him, doing for Him what I was doing at the moment for myself. Fantasizing about “being made to perform for His pleasure” was just the ticket to cure my current state and it brought me to a thunderous orgasm. When I finished and had calmed myself down, I went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit before Paul came home.


As was usual, Paul arrived right at 5:30 and grumbled some about work being tough and his boss being a jerk. We sat down and ate dinner pretty much in silence and then I got up to start clearing the table. And, as usual, he announced that he was going down to the club for drinks with the guys. Pretty standard fare for me these days.


But unlike all the other times that I was left to entertain myself while Paul went out, this night I had someone else on my mind. So instead of vegging in front of the TV, I decided to email back this guy who had so effectively held my thoughts lately.


As I opened my email and re-read His letter, I started getting wet all over again. What was it about this guy that enraptured me so? I began typing and telling him how He had been on my mind and how excited I was to be talking to Him. I confessed to Him that I had played with myself and thought about Him while doing it. I told Him that I was picturing myself laying on the floor in front of His chair fucking myself with my vibrator while He watched, giving Him a private show.


I don’t know why I was so forward with Him, I’m not like that usually. But writing Him, it just seemed to come out. As I re-read what I wrote, I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I blushed. I must have been cherry red!
After telling Him what I had done, I wrote telling him that I would like to meet and I told Him about a little coffee shop that I knew would afford us enough privacy so we wouldn’t be caught. I asked Him to meet me there tomorrow at around noon and we could have lunch. Paul never came home for lunch, saying it was just a waste of gas to come home. He normally just ate downtown at a little place close by his work. So I knew that I would be safe leaving the house. I finished up the email and as I pressed “send” my heart jumped. There, it was done. I was going to meet a strange man to discuss the possibility of serving Him sexually!


The next day after Paul went off to work I got busy. I wanted to be perfect for my meeting so I showered and shaved my legs and underarms. I thought about shaving my pussy but wasn’t sure what He liked, so I just trimmed it up a bit. I looked through my closet and found a little black knit dress I hadn’t work in ages (why would I… where did I ever go that I could wear it?) Hoping against hope that it still fit, I put it on. It was a bit snug, but that only made it slinkier and I liked how skintight it was. I sure wasn’t going to be able to eat much though! I put on my best black CFM shoes, a pair of strappy six-inch stiletto-heeled sandals. Then I went into the bathroom to put on my makeup.


As I got my face made up just the way I hoped He liked it something caught my eye. My wedding ring. Oh shit! I thought about it for a second, then took the ring off, pulling out the drawer of my vanity and putting it under the drawer before replacing it. That way it would be safe, yet Paul wouldn’t accidently find it before I could put it back on. I felt a little bad about taking the ring off. It felt cheap and sleazy to be meeting a strange man without my ring on. But a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Hubby should have taken better care of his nympho wife!


Finally the time had come to go meet Him. I took one last critical look at myself before grabbing my pocketbook and heading to the coffee house. I got there a few minutes before our meeting time and sat there. I had a cup of coffee to help steady my nerves… I was shaking like a dog shitting peach seeds!


"Hello Cindy," a deep voice said from behind me. Startled, I turned around. There He was… and He was fucking gorgeous! My breath caught in my throat.


"H-hi," came a squeak from my mouth. I blushed hearing my own voice like that.


In front of me was the most handsome, sexy, hunky guy I had ever seen. He was six foot four and very muscular, like a football player or a weightlifter. He had black wavy collar-length hair and green eyes that seemed to look right into my soul. A firm chin with a stubble beard and a smile that took away my breath all over again. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored three-piece suit and looking at him I could feel my pussy getting damp.


"My name is Mark. Nice to meet you. Mind if I sit down?" He asked. How stupid of me!


"I’m sorry, yes please. It’s nice to meet you too," I said, mentally kicking myself.


He took a seat across the table from me and we began talking. He told me what He was looking for and I listened intently, trying to find a way that I could fit the bill. I very much wanted to be what He was wanting and as He told me of His desires, I checked them off in my head. I could deal with most of them but there was one in particular that I would have a problem with. He wanted a single woman, because he wanted a long term relationship.


"Damn," I thought to myself, "I like just about everything He wants except for this."


"Sir, everything you have told me are things I too enjoy. And I am open to just about everything so long as we both enjoy ourselves. And while I admit I don’t know a lot about BDSM, the idea of serving has become of great interest to me. I would love to explore this further with you and see if it is indeed something I would enjoy. However, I have a confession to make."


"And what would that be?" he asked.


"Well Sir, I am married. However, my husband does not satisfy my needs and that is why I started this whole thing. You see I am a nymphomaniac and I crave sex. But my husband pays more attention to his work than he does his wife. And that has left me to find my satisfaction elsewhere. Up to this point that elsewhere has been my toys, which while they do get me off, leave a lot to be desired in the relationship department.


I know you are looking for a long term thing, but I am desperate Sir. I can’t go on like this. And my husband is too wrapped up in his work and his precious status with his friends to pay me any mind. I need something more than just a roof over my head. I need affection. I need sex. I need a relationship that involves more than a silent dinner and watching TV.


I don’t know why I am telling you this. I guess it’s because you are the first person that actually listened. Or maybe it’s just the fact that we don’t know each other so I don’t feel I have anything to lose. But I have to do something or I’m going to go crazy, Sir,” I told Him, as tears filled my eyes and rolled down my cheek. I spoke to Him honestly and without holding back. I didn’t know if it would do any good, but as I told Him, I had little to lose. Either He would understand and accept me, or He would walk away and I was still in the same situation as before.


When I finished speaking I sat back, wiping my eyes so I could see His reaction. For the longest time He had none, He just sat there looking at me and thinking. As I sat across the table with my heart laid open to him and dying, he pondered the situation. My heart was pounding and I was a bundle of nerves. Finally He spoke with his decision.


"Cindy, I understand and sympathize with your predicament," he said. "And yes I think we could make a pretty good pair. You do seem to be sincere and serious about wanting to learn more. But as my ad stated I am looking for a single woman in which to build a long term relationship with. I don’t want to get involved in any marital drama between a husband and a wife. I don’t want to be involved in any divorce cases or be the reason anyone leaves their spouses. I am not a homewrecker."


"I understand Sir. I am sorry I wasted your time," I said lowering my head and trying to hold back my  tears.  I knew it was a long shot going in, but it didn’t make me feel any better knowing that I had blown this chance.


"Hold on a moment, I am not done. I said that is what I am looking for. However I have not had much luck in my search. I have had a couple responses but neither of them have worked out. You, on the other hand, seem to be more like what I am interested in and your little story about playing with yourself while thinking of Me made Me smile. You intrigue Me, which leaves Me in a dilemma. So I am going to ask you a question and I want an honest answer, understand?"


"I will try Sir," I replied.


"If I decide to take you on, do you promise to not bring a lot of drama and marriage difficulties with you? Do you promise to leave your marriage outside the door and not drag Me into the middle of a divorce or any other disputes between you and your husband? I do not wish to become involved in your relationship with your husband in any way. This will be between you and I."


"I promise, Sir," I said, my heart skipping a beat.


"Then so be it. I will give you a chance. But the first hint of marriage trouble or drama and I will cut you loose, understand? I have been very careful not to  mess with married women up to this point and it has served Me well. Don’t make My regret My straying from that policy!" He said sternly.


"I won’t Sir. I promise," I told him happily. I was being given a chance to serve this man! I was delirious!


"And now that you are going to be My submissive and serve Me, you will start calling Me Master. I am Master Mark."


"Yes Master," I said. As I said the words, my pussy instantly got wet and I almost came right on the spot!


"Now let’s discuss how you will serve Me. You have already told Me that you have no children. This is good, it makes things less complicated. So tell Me what your daily routine is like," He said.


"Well, I get up around 6 am and get breakfast ready. Paul and I eat breakfast together sometimes and he is off to work no later than 6:45. Then I am home all day until 5:30 when he gets home. We have dinner and then he goes off to be with his buddies at the local bar a lot of the time. Or he’ll be so tired he just goes to bed. It’s a lovely life!" I said sarcastically.


"I see. And when he goes out with his buddies, when does he usually come home?"


"Oh he could be gone until one or two in the morning, depends on how much fun he is having and whether he works the next day. On a good night when there’s no work the next day, he can come home as late as 5 a.m.," I told Him.


"Well that will give us some time to work together at least a couple times a week. We will start out with that and see how things go. Will twice a week work for you, at least to start?" he asked.


"Yes, Master. Twice a week is fine," I said.


"Good. We will begin with getting together twice a week. But I will want you to email Me the other days of the week. I want to hear from you in some form or fashion every day, do you hear Me? You can email Me, you can call Me, or you can meet with Me, but every day I want to hear from you and I want to know how your day is going and what you have been up to. As your Master it is My responsibility to keep tabs on you and I want to make sure I do that."


"Yes Master," I said.


"Now I want to get started as soon as possible. How does tomorrow look for you? Do you think we could get together tomorrow for a couple hours and go over some rules and other things you will have to learn?"


"Yes, Master, tomorrow is fine. I don’t have anything special going on," I said.


"Good. I will email you with instructions then," He said.


"Yes, Master I will be looking for your email. Thank you, Master for this opportunity. I hope I can be a good submissive for You," I said.


"I hope so too Cindy," He said, "Until tomorrow then." and with that he got up, and went up to the counter to pay for our lunches and then came back and got me. He walked me to my car and opened the door for me. Once I was in, he shut the door and then turned to get in his own car.
I drove back home in a fog that afternoon. I was in training to become a submissive. A servant to a gorgeous man. And we hadn’t even talked about sex yet!


That night, after Paul had gone off to his evening with the boys, I went to the computer and looked for an email from my Master…

Confessions of a Spurned Housewife, Ch. 2

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Hello Cindy,
  As promised, I am writing you with instructions for our meeting tomorrow. Because we are just starting on our journey together, I thought it wise that we meet in a neutral area so I have gotten a hotel room for our first session. We will be meeting at 11:00 am at the Hotel Marriot. You will come to the hotel and wait in the hotel lobby. I will pick you up there and take you to our room. You will come dressed in something that is sexy and shows off your body, but that is not slutty and whorish. You will learn to be a lady in public, yet you will be My whore in private. So dress nicely, but do not wear any panties.  We have a lot to discuss so we will probably be spending most the day together.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Master


That was what Master’s first email to me said. I read it a couple times to make sure I got all the info I needed. I smiled as I read how He wanted me to dress.  Lady-like but with no panties… the very thought made my pussy tingle. It had been such a long time since I’d had a real cock between my legs. I can tell you the anticipation was driving me crazy!

That night I had dreamed all manner of sexy situations where my new Master had used me for His pleasure. I had been such a slut - nothing but a cum dump for Him to use as He saw fit. I woke up that morning feeling so horny I didn’t think I could make it until our meeting! All morning long I could feel the burning itch of needing to be fucked hard and yet I didn’t want to do anything about it, for fear that I wouldn’t be ready for Him when the time came. I had no idea what He would want of me this first session, but I wanted to be ready for anything.


Finally, mercifully, the time approached for me to go meet with Master. I had already gotten dressed in an outfit I hoped He would approve of and had done my hair and makeup. I sat on the kitchen table tapping my fingers nervously waiting for the last few minutes to tick off before I could leave. At 10:45 I left the house and drove to the hotel. As I arrived I found a parking spot not too far from the door yet in a spot where it couldn’t be seen from the street. I didn’t need someone spotting the car and then asking me or Paul about it.


I checked my face once more in the rear-view mirror and then sat for a moment trying to calm the butterflies that had come to nest in the pit of my stomach. “Here goes…” I thought to myself and got out of the car. I had to lean on the car for a second because my knees were wobbly, but I gathered myself and walked to the hotel lobby.


I passed through the automatic doors into the lobby and looked around. Good, He wasn’t here yet! I was thankful that I hadn’t kept Him waiting. I took a seat where I could watch the door and waited for Him to arrive. It was only a couple minutes - promptly at 11:00am, that He walked into the lobby. He spotted me right off and walked towards me.  He was dressed just as flawlessly as He was in the coffee shop and as he got closer I had to admire the man. He was the picture of class and tastefulness. He came up to where I was and looked me over for a second before speaking.


"Come," He said. A simple one word command, but was the first He gave me as my Master. My pussy twitched and as he held out His hand to me, I took it and began following him to the elevator.  We stepped into the elevator and the doors closed. As we rode up to our floor, He stood across the elevator eyeing me critically. I stood there nervous and too intimidated to even look at Him. I wanted so badly to know what He was thinking, to know what was going on behind those piercing green eyes. I felt like he was stripping me bare and examining all my flaws and imperfections. Ok yes, I wasn’t a Victoria Secrets model. And yes I was nervous and apprehensive about meeting Him like this, but hey, this was the first affair I had ever had! Still He looked at me like He was eyeing a prize cow at a cattle auction. It was the longest elevator ride of my life!
DING! The elevator reached our floor at last. The doors opened and I waited for Him to step out before following Him We walked down the hall a few doors before we reached our room. A swipe of the card He held and the door opened and we stepped inside.


The door to the room no sooner closed then He spun around and pushed me back against it, catching my gasp in his mouth as he pushed up against me and crushed me into the most passionate kiss I had ever known! His tongue forced its way into my mouth to explore and found mine waiting for it. His body pressed up against mine, my rock hard nipples poking him in the chest while the bulge in His pants told me He wanted me just as much as I wanted Him. He placed a leg between mine which was a smart move on His part, since I was melting and my knees no longer had the strength to hold me up.


Just as I ran out of air, He released me stepping back slightly and spinning me quickly around to face the door and pushing me back up against it. He raised My arms straight up over my head and made me keep them up while his hands explored my body. He slid His hands down my arms to my neck. He grabbed my hair, showing me He was in control now. His hands then went down my sides past my breasts and down to my hips. He caressed my ass and then he went down my thighs before moving back up to my hips once more He pressed up against me and I felt His hard cock in the crack of my ass.


By now I was moaning and writhing against the door, The man was driving me mad with desire! I was already so horny that I could have jumped Him right there in the hotel lobby, but the silent elevator ride and now His pawing me like this - it was almost more than I could stand!


"Ohhh God!" I cried as I felt His strong hands roaming over my body. His touch set my skin on fire and sent electrical sparks throughout my body. I was nervous and scared but I was also so fucking hot for this man! I wanted him more than I wanted anything else at that moment.


"Please, Master…" I moaned as His hands moved around to maul my tits. With His hands working my tits and His bulge nestled in the crack of my ass, I was on fire. I wriggled my ass back against Him as I set my forehead on the door. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feelings.


"Are you having fun, slut?" He hissed in my ear. His voice burned in my brain and only added more fuel to the fire in my pussy. "Do you like My hands on your body slut? Playing with your tits and toying with those hard nipples?"


"Ohhhh," was all I could muster for a reply.


Then He grabbed my hair and hauled my head back pushing me harder up against the door. “So you think you want to be My slut do you? You think you have what it takes to please Me? To serve Me? We shall soon find out,” He growled. Then, still with a handful of my hair, He pulled me away from the door and half walked/half dragged me across the hotel room.


"On your knees slut," He commanded when he reached the chair in the corner of the room. I knelt on the floor as He took a seat.
"Now to begin with, remember this position. You will be using it many times over your training," He said, looking down at me.


"Yes Master," I panted, still very aroused.


"I can see the lust in your eyes, slut. I can see you trembling with need. The smell of your passion fills My nostrils. This hypersexual need of yours will work well for Me. It will be the tool I use to train you and to control you. You will learn how to obey Me and how to please Me. In return, I will see to it that these needs of yours are met. If you follow My commands and serve Me well, you will be well rewarded. If you do not… well we will deal with that when the time comes."


"Yes Master," I said.


"Good. There is a lot to learn and this will undoubtedly be the most challenging - and the most rewarding - journey of your life. Are you ready to begin?"


"Yes Master. I am ready," I said, the anticipation building even as He spoke. Master sure knew how to keep me in suspense!


"Very Good. Now stand," He commanded. I got to my feet immediately and stood in front of him.


"The clothes you picked to wear please Me, but now I want you to take them off," He said. I looked at Him for a second as if double checking if I heard Him right. He noticed my hesitancy and repeated the command.

"Your clothes, slut. Remove them."


I began undressing, first removing my blouse and setting it on the bed beside me. Then I looked at Him and removed my bra. I stood in front of Him searching His face for a reaction, trying to figure out if He was pleased with what He saw. But He showed no emotion - His “poker face” remained absolutely unchanged.


I sighed softly and removed my skirt. I had not worn panties as He had said so once the skirt was off, I was essentially naked save for my heels garter belt and stockings. I had worn the garter belt and stockings thinking that if something did happen today, it might please Him that I wore them.


"Good girl. Come closer," He said holding out His hand. I smiled and stepped forward between His knees. He touched my thigh and a gasped slightly. His hand began slowly sliding up my thigh and as it did my fire raised with it. His fingertips lightly grazed my stockings, then when they reached the top they continued across my naked flesh. His touch was like liquid fire! He reached the crease of my V and teasingly traced it down to my pussy but didn’t touch it - rather he moved across to the other side and up the crease there. I was going crazy! I wanted Him to touch me. To touch my poor neglected pussy and rub my tormented clit. I whimpered quietly my frustration.


Master must have heard me somehow because He smiled “Such a greedy slut! You wish for something more than My caress?”


"Y-yes Master," I said, my voice trembling.


"Spread your legs. Show me that pussy," He said. I spread my legs and he pulled me closer to Him. sitting forward in the chair He put his face close to My now dripping pussy and inhaled deeply, taking in my musky aroma. Having His face so close to my aching pussy made me moan again


"Please Master…" I whimpered.


"Ahh yes, the hungry pussy," He chuckled. He slipped a couple fingers into my pussy and my knees buckled slightly. He held me up though and then began slowly pumping the fingers in and out of my slick pussy, churning them inside and curling them up to make sure to hit my g-spot.
I was in heaven! Masters fingers knew just where to touch and just how to do it to send me ever higher. I was moaning and twisting, impaled on His wonderful fingers. I reached up to grab my tits and play with my aching swollen nipples when somehow through the lust-fog I heard the words “Hands down.” I put my hands down without thinking… I couldn’t think anyway and His hand continued churning my pussy  into molten butter. I was bobbing up and down on His hand, twisting and grinding on the fingers, trying everything I could to reach my peak and plunge headlong over it.


"Ohhh Master! Oh please I need to cum… please make me cum. Please, please please…" I begged.


"And if I do allow you to cum, what will you give Me in return slut?" He asked.


"Anything," I said, "Anything Master, just please, please make me cum." I pleaded, more vehemently.


"Very well then, but you may regret this bargain!" He said. And with that He increased the intensity of His fingering and added the thumb on His other hand to massage my swollen throbbing clit. The combination proved much more than I could handle And it was only moments before I was screaming out my release! I came so hard I almost fell, my legs unable to support me. I had to lean on Master’s shoulders to keep me up. My pussy gushed as I came, pouring out its sweet juice as My body spasmed and bucked with the force of the orgasm. My head began to spin and I was having troubles breathing. I couldn’t speak - all that came out was one long howl and a bunch of unintelligible gibberish.


The next thing I remember I was laying on the bed, drenched in sweat and my brain was buzzing like a hundred bees had set up a hive in it.  As the fog in my head cleared I saw Master sitting on the bed next to me.


"Welcome back," He said with that gorgeous smile of His.


"Did I go out?" I asked, still not sure of what happened.


"No you didn’t go out, but you did get pretty lightheaded. It must have been some time since your last good cum."


"Yes," I said, "Quite some time. I have gotten myself off a lot, but it’s not the same."


"No it isn’t. But that’s not going to be a problem anymore is it?" He said.


"No, Master, it isn’t. Thank you for my orgasm… it was wonderful," I said smiling broadly.


"You are welcome, slut. But from this point forward you will have to earn your orgasms. You earn them by following orders and by pleasing Me. You will find Me a generous and benevolent Master, however I can also be strict and harsh when My anger is provoked," He said.


"I will try not to provoke you Master," I said.


"Good girl. Now since I am using your sex drive and orgasms as a reward and tool for your training, rule number one is that you are not to pleasure yourself without permission. You are not to use your toys or anything else to pleasure yourself unless I tell you to, understand? If you can pleasure yourself anytime you want, then I will not be able to use it as a motivation for your training."


"Yes Master, I understand. I won’t pleasure myself without Your permission," I said.


"Good. Now rule number two is that on the day we are getting together, I do not want you wearing panties. I will not go so far as to tell you to never wear them, but on the days we are together, no panties. I expect that pussy to be open and available to Me and do not want to be hindered by unnecessary clothing. Also, to that end, I do not want you wearing pants on our days either. A short skirt is acceptable, a mini skirt is better. Your choice to wear a garter belt and stockings was a good one and it is appreciated. Just remember, you are to be pleasing in all ways. Dress to impress and to please."


"Yes Master," I said, smiling that I had chosen the garter belt and stockings and that it pleased Him.

 
We continued talking for a couple more hours. He explained what BDSM is and what it isn’t. He explained each of our roles and responsibilities. There was so much to learn! I listened carefully, wanting to absorb as much as possible so I could do well. I was surprised at what I learned that day - I had no idea that BDSM (or D/s as I was corrected in terminology) was so involved! The only thing I knew about it was that some people enjoy being tied up and fucked. But as I was to learn there are much deeper feelings and meanings to it.


Our time together was getting close to ending and Master finished my “lesson” for the day. I was thoroughly enjoying His teaching when He puled one last thing on me.


"So, slut, did you enjoy your time here today?" He asked me.


"Yes, Master. I enjoyed it very much," I replied.


"I’m glad. But now you have one more task to perform for Me."


"Master?" I asked, wondering what I might have forgotten.


"Well yes, you didn’t think you were the only one with needs here did you?" He said smiling. That damn smile of His - my heart melted all over again!


"Oh Master! Oh how thoughtless of me! Of course, my Master," I said. I dropped instantly to the floor in front of Him. Looking up into his beautiful green eyes, I quickly unbuckled and unzipped His trousers, fishing out His hard cock and admiring it’s size and texture.  I looked to Him for permission and as He nodded, I began. I started by licking around the swollen mushroom head and teasing the tiny peehole. then I moved down to the base and took long slow full laps up the shaft, feeling the veins and ridges of the glorious member. His cock tasted so good! I could have licked it like candy forever. I wrapped my tongue around it and slid up and down the length of it.

Once I was sure the whole thing had been lovingly attended to, I put the tip to my lips and slid ever so slowly down the meaty pole as far as I could take Him. I wanted so much to show Him my cocksucking skills. I began bobbing and sucking Him the very best I knew how. I cradled His cum-heavy balls in my hand, coaxing them to release their precious load as I massaged them. I used every trick I knew to bring Him to orgasm. As I worked, I kept my eyes on Him, judging my work by His reactions.


He laid back in the chair and closed His eyes. I could hear Him moan every so often and when He did I moaned myself. Apparently He enjoyed the vibrations my moans caused because His cock would twitch when I did. The poor man must have been as sex starved as I was because it didn’t take long for Him to reach His peak to. He grabbed My head and forced me down harder onto Him and moved my head faster as He neared his peak.


Suddenly He gave a great moan and shoved His cock deep into my throat and he burst forth, spurting His hot seed down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could but I couldn’t keep up. His cum trickled past the corner of my mouth and down my chin. He must have shot off a gallon of the white sticky stuff before His cock quit pulsing. As I felt Him shrinking back I sucked harder, wanting every drop He had to give. Finally He plopped out of my mouth and I licked Him clean. When He was spotless, I gently replaced Him in his pants, kissing His cock through the underwear and thanking it for it’s gift.


He opened His eyes and smiled again. He pulled Me up into His lap and I cuddled with Him for awhile as He stroked my hair and told me I was a “good girl” God I could have stayed right there for the rest of eternity! But far too soon we had to leave. I had to get back home before Paul came home and He had to get back as well. We got up and finished getting dressed and then He walked me out to my car. A goodbye kiss and I turned to go.


"Wait a minute. What is your phone number? I may want to call you sometime." He said.


Smiling, I took His pen and wrote my number down on the palm of His hand. I kissed the palm carefully and then I headed for home…


Master Mark and I met many times over the next few months. Each time we met was better than the last. I had finally found a way to satisfy my insatiable sexual drive. While we started out meeting twice a week, it wasn’t long before we both wanted more time together. He wanted more time to teach me what I needed to know, and I wanted more time for… well for sex! So we decided after the first month or so to try making it three times a week. That was better, I would only have to wait at the most two days between visits.


I was looking forward to my next visit with Master when Paul came home with what I thought was wonderful news.


"My boss wants me to go over to Buffalo to help out the office over there. They are having some re-organization troubles and he thinks I can help get them straightened out. I’ll be over there for two or three days probably - they have a hotel room set aside for me already," he said.


I tried not to let on, but this was a dream come true. I would have a whole three days with Master! I tried very hard to contain my elation.
"Well I hope you can help them," I said calmly as I could.


That weekend I packed his bags and made all the necessary arrangements for his trip. I also emailed Master and told him the great news and we made plans to spend those few days together. Monday morning came and He was all packed and ready to go. I gave him a kiss goodbye and watched as he drove off. I gave him about 20 minutes to get out of town and then got myself ready for my own “vacation”.  I dressed in my Master’s favorite outfit and got myself all made up just perfect. I was so excited to be going off to spend three whole days with Him.


I had just left apparently when Paul returned home, having forgotten some important paperwork. Curious why I wasn’t home, he called my cell phone.  I picked it up and saw that the call was coming from my own home! Shit! I didn’t answer it, letting the call go to voicemail. I was afraid that if I answered it, there would be questions I didn’t want to answer.
The phone stopped ringing and it didn’t ring again. Whew! I continued on to Master’s house without thinking much more about it.


Master and I had a glorious three days together. I don’t think I have cum so much or so many times in such a short period of time in my life! I served Him in every way I could and loved every minute of it. He showed me a side of life I had never even dreamed possible, even when me and Paul had first met and fell in love. It was an amazing time.


Sadly, however it came to an end and I had to go back home. As was our custom, I kissed Him goodbye and left for home. I was already missing Him when I made the turn into our driveway and was about to pull into the garage when I noticed Paul’s car was there! Holy crap! He had come home early! My mind began to race trying to come up with a plausible excuse for not being home. How long had he been here?


I walked into the house timidly, I knew I had been caught, but how deep was the shit I was in? Paul was sitting on the couch when I walked into the living room.


"Where in the HELL have you been?" he said without getting up. He was furious, I could see that from across the room.


"I-I…" I started to say.


"I have been here for over four hours waiting for you to get home. You don’t have any bags with you so you haven’t been shopping. You are dressed and made up like a whore, is that it? Have you been out whoring around? Spreading those legs for anything with a cock? Don’t forget young lady, I know your flirtatious nature and I know that you tend to get too friendly with men. Have you been sleeping around on me? Answer me dammit! I want an answer and I want it now!" He was pissed, madder than I have ever seen him. And it both scared me and made me mad as well.


"Yes dammit! Yes I have been seeing someone. Someone who appreciates me and makes me feel like a woman, not just a maid. Someone who cares about my feelings, my needs, and yes someone who is good in bed as well," I yelled back at him.


Paul whirled around suddenly and put his fist through the nearest wall, then stormed out of the house slamming the door so hard it knocked the pictures off the wall. I sat down on the couch (it was the closest place to sit) shaking like a leaf. I had never seen him so angry and so violent - he simply wasn’t that type. Paul was actually pretty easygoing and even a bit on the mousy side. He was not one prone to outbursts like this.


He was gone the rest of the day and didn’t come home that night. I went to bed scared and worried for him. The following morning I woke up to find that he had come home early that morning while I was sleeping and had slept on the couch. He was sitting at the dining room table when I came around the corner.


"Sit down," he said, pointing to a chair. I sat down not knowing what to expect but ready for anything.


"Why did you do it? Why did you go sleeping around? Who is it? How long has this been going on?" he said. He wanted some answers.


"Paul, I didn’t mean for this…" I started to explain.


"Bullshit! You have always flirted and fooled around with other men. True until now it has been innocent and fun, but now you have taken it too far. You are a whore - no you are worse than a whore… whores at least get paid to fuck other men! You are a fucking slut, Cindy. A fucking slut!"


"Well if you had paid more attention to me and realized that I am more important than your damned job, maybe this wouldn’t have happened! I have needs and desires too dammit! I am your wife - I come before any job!" I said, getting pissed myself.


"Not for long you aren’t! I am going to see a lawyer - I want a divorce. I am not going to be married to the neighborhood slut!"


"Paul Michael Richardson, if you try to divorce me I will ruin you! Remember my family has the money here and we know a lot of very influential people. I will take you for every penny you have and every penny you ever hope to have! I will crush you in alimony and I will sell everything we own to take you to the cleaners! Don’t you DARE threaten Me!" I said, bringing out a wildcat side in me that even I didn’t know existed.


Paul knew I was right. My family did have money and we did know enough names in town to put the hurt on him. A few well-placed phone calls and calling in some favors would cost him his job, and all that he worked for all his career.


We fought and we argued for the rest of the day but eventually we came to an agreement. We both had a lot to lose in a divorce… it would hurt our families, it would ruin his career and it would cost us both dearly as far as respect and position in our community. So we decided to stay married out of “convenience”. But it would be a marriage on paper only. Both of us would be free to pursue our separate interests. He would maintain his job and his friends and I would be able to see my Master whenever I wanted to. We would maintain our home just as usual and no one but those involved would know any difference.


It may not sound like the perfect solution, and it probably isn’t, but it works for us. He goes off to his job knowing that the house is taken care of, the bills are paid, and dinner is waiting for him when he gets home. Which is just what he had before I ever met Master. He is free to go see his buddies just like before, and he doesn’t have me harping on him about never being home. I, on the other hand, have my Master to take care of my needs. He loves me and cares for me more than Paul ever did, and I am so happy when I am with Him. Yes I have to leave to go home, but I know I will see Him again and the freedom we now have to see each other without the surreptitious plotting and scheming makes it even more enjoyable.


At first Paul wasn’t too thrilled about the arrangement. He was jealous and would always question me when I was home. But in time, that faded away and he got used to the idea. He found me a lot easier to live with now that I was getting laid on a regular basis and I was more tolerant of his activity too, since I didn’t rely on him to fill those needs.


Do I wish I was with my Master always, sure. I feel my place is at His side or on my knees in front of Him. But that comes with too many drawbacks right now. No, I am satisfied to be His slut and His whore when we are together, which these days is just about every day anyway. I still have my responsibilities at home but instead of being a “chore”, my Master has made it an “assignment” that I must do to please Him, and thinking of it that way, I do my work at home happily and faithfully, knowing I will be well-rewarded the next time I see Him.

Master in 101 Words

Master.

The name scares some and thrills others.

It seduces, it charms, it intimidates, it awes.

To be a Master you must be more than a man.

A man is just a matter of birth.

But to be a Master one must reach above birth.

A Master goes beyond a mere man, beyond even a Dominant.

A Master reaches into a woman’s mind.

And seduces her thoughts, her desires, her dreams.

He possesses her mind before he takes her body.

And convinces her that He is the One.

That can fulfill those thoughts, dreams, and desires.

That is being a Master.

Master and Mr. Sybian

Today was the most horrible day of my life. It all started a couple of days ago. Master Paul and I had been having problems for a while - no matter what I did, it didn’t seem to be what He wanted. After being chewed out, and being told I didn’t do this right or didn’t do that right, I started getting fed up. Can you blame me? I mean a sub can only take so much! So I started messing up on purpose - I figured if I was going to get blamed for it anyway, ya know? But I guess Master Paul had finally had enough of me.

"Tomorrow, jade, we will be meeting with Master Thomas, a friend of Mine. You are being given to Him. You and I have not been working well together, and rather than continue a pointless attempt to keep this relationship alive, it is best if we simply move on in our separate ways."

But, Master…I..,” I protested.

"Now jade, you know that I am right. You yourself have complained that you can’t do anything right any more. I don’t blame you for this, jade - it isn’t your fault and it isn’t Mine. We just don’t see things the same way any more, that’s all. I would rather see you happy with someone else than miserable with Me. Master Thomas is a good friend and He will treat you right. He and I agree on a great many things as far as how to treat and train a submissive. I think you will be happy with Him…otherwise I would never have agreed to this. I still care about you jade, despite our failure as a couple, and I want to see you happy and successful."

"Yes, Master. I am sorry that I wasn’t all You wanted me to be. I am sorry I
disappointed You so,” I said hanging my head.

"Well as I said it is no one’s fault entirely. I have not been the Master that
you need either. But hopefully, Master Thomas can mold you into the submissive you yearn to be better than I.”

"Yes, Master. I will miss you though."

"I will miss you too, jade. But this is for the best, trust Me."

I did not pursue the matter any further. I really did not want to be given
away, and I was hoping I would be able to continue being a submissive to my Master. I was secretly hoping Master would change His mind when He realized that I would be gone. Alas, it was not to be. The morning came, and Master’s decision to give Me to Master Thomas remained. So, sadly, I went about packing up my belongings, and prepared to move in with what was to be my new Master’s home. I also mentally prepared myself for the changes that He would undoubtedly want, whatever they may be.

The time came far too soon, and Master packed my things into the trunk of His car. Then He seated me in the front of the car and went around to the driver’s seat Himself.

"Now, jade, when we get to Master Thomas’s place, I don’t want any tears. This is going to be hard enough on us both, so let’s just get through it as quickly as we can, understand?"

"Yes, Master…but I can’t make any promises," I said, honestly.

We arrived at Master Thomas’s house after about a hour’s drive…the longest hour I had ever spent in my life. Master Thomas lived in a very respectable neighborhood, and his home was a large two-story Victorian-style house built, as I understood, in the early 1900’s. It sat on a large, well-manicured lawn which featured a circular driveway, which came up to the front of the house and passed between the house and a large fountain out front. The house had a full wrap-around covered porch on three sides, and a separate three car garage. A very nice place, from the outside!

After Master had stopped in front of the house, He got out, and we walked up the steps to the front door. A ring of the ornate door bell brought a well-dressed young woman to answer the door.

"Yes, May I help you?" she said.

"Yes, Master Paul here to see Master Thomas."

"Oh Yes, Sir. I’m sorry! Right away, Sir!" she said instantly lowering her head and eyes. She stepped aside "Please Sir, come in. I will tell Master you are here."

We entered the home, and I began looking around. This Master Thomas did have a nice home…He obviously had money. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all…

That was when I saw Him…the man who was to be my new Master.

I loathed Him and His smug cocky expression at first sight. He was older than Master Paul, considerably older. At first I thought I could never submit to such an old man. Master Paul was 32, seven years older than me at the time. This guy must have been at least twice my age!

"Hello jade," He said. "It’s nice to meet you. Master Paul has told Me all
about you. I hope we can work together to help you find your way and become the submissive you are meant to be.”

"Yes Sir," I said hanging my head. I wasn’t real pleased with this arrangement so far. But it was either become a submissive to this Master Thomas, or ask for my outright release. Neither prospect appealed to me.

The first thing He did was have me stand in front of Him with my skirt raised for a pussy check, threatening to spank me if I wasn’t damp. I promised Him that I was (Master Paul had taught me I should always be damp and ready at all times), but He was resolute, piercing me with His gaze and fondling my pussy, until He was satisfied that I was as I claimed.

I could feel my cheeks burning from embarrassment, and I wanted to crawl away someplace and die. Sure, I understood that a Master has every right to use me as He saw fit. He would soon own me, and when this occurred, Master Paul still owned me, and He didn’t object either. So I had little recourse but to allow this old man to fondle me as He saw fit.

But my humiliation didn’t end there. With my pussy thoroughly mauled and my pride all but erased from my psyche, He then ordered me to undress in front of Him and Master Paul. Well what could I do? With my face flushed as red as a tomato, I began undressing. I removed my blouse, folding it and sitting it on a chair next to me. Then I removed my skirt in the same careful fashion. I reached up and unhooked the front of my bra. and opened it to expose my 36DD tits, which did get an appreciative look from the man I would soon be calling my Master.

I paused for a moment to let Him get a good look before I proceeded. Hooking my thumbs under the waist of my tiny panties, I pulled them down past my hips and let them slip down around my ankles. I stepped out of them, and stood before Master Paul and Master Thomas completely naked. I knew better than to try to hide any part of my body, no matter how embarrassed I might be. So I stood there arms at my side, my feet slightly wider than shoulder-width apart, head down and eyes on the floor just as my Master had taught me when being inspected. Master Thomas walked around me a couple of times, checking me out, touching me, and looking me over like He was judging some prize animal at a county fair.

"Hmm…very nice. Master Paul, you have a fine-looking submissive here. I am impressed, Sir. Thank you for bringing her over. But does she perform as well as she looks? As you know there is more to being a good submissive than just eye candy," he said.

"Be My guest Sir," Master Paul said.

Master Thomas nodded graciously and then turned to me. “On your knees,” He commanded.

I knelt down in front of this Master, proceeded to unzip his pants, and fished around for His cock. This I expected. I’ve been a submissive for long enough to know that a sub that can’t give a decent blowjob is just about as worthless as a wooden nickel. I have gone down on several men during my time with Master Paul, and a few before Him as well, and never had one yet who complained about my performance as a champion cocksucker. But, what I didn’t expect was the monster I freed from His pants. Dear God, it was the biggest I’d ever seen! I couldn’t
even close my fist around it. No way would I be able to fit it in my mouth! I
licked along its mighty shaft, while jacking it off with my hand. I prayed that He would cum quickly, but that wasn’t to be.

"Suck it slut," He said, grabbing the back of my head and forcing me to take it in my mouth. "Don’t just play with it."

Frustrated tears welled in the corner of my eyes, as I struggled to stretch my lips around His enormous head.

"What the fuck?" He murmured. "Are you fucking useless? You act like you’ve never sucked a cock before."

This doddering old fucker had the nerve to ridicule and analyze my performance! Kneeling there, choking and gagging on His cock, I looked at Him with pure hatred in my eyes. Who did He think He was? He didn’t own me yet! I glanced sideways at my old Master to see if He would step in for me, but He looked at me with a serious scowl on His face as well. I knew He was not pleased at my performance either. I stepped it up and began trying harder. I had to please these two men or I would really be in trouble!

The bastard met my gaze, His eyes gleaming evilly. He chuckled, grabbed the back of my head, and thrust His hips twice, jamming his cock down my throat for a moment. I was choking and unable to breathe. I stayed there in position as long as I could before tapping His leg, my signal that I needed air. He held me in place for a half-second longer before He, thankfully, pulled out of my throat and began to thrust in and out with shallow strokes. It was still big enough that it banged against the back of my throat, but at least I could breathe. He tilted my chin up so that I was forced to meet His eyes. Like a dog trainer breaking in a new pup, he smiled as I glanced back down docilely, my hateful stare a distant memory. My first day with my new Master, and there I was, on all
fours between His legs, communicating my dependence the only way I could in this position, slobbering and sucking on His monstrous cock.

"That’s my girl," He said. "At least you aren’t untrainable."

My tears fell faster and my mouth grew tired and raw as I tried to pleasure Him, tried to get Him to cum so that He would stop His oral assault. Finally, He began to thrust faster. “Oh God, here it comes!” He gasped.

Finally! With an aching jaw and chapped lips, I was never so glad as to feel hot cum shooting into my mouth. At last … it was over…

I don’t know how I endured that first day with Master Thomas, but it was a walk in the park compared to the next day! That day, I woke up as usual. After getting dressed in the clothes my new Master wanted me to wear (which admittedly wasn’t a lot!), I went into the bathroom to put on my makeup. Master Thomas, like my previous Master, liked me wearing the dramatic evening type eye makeup and red lipstick…at least I didn’t have to buy all new makeup for this new Master! Once I was dressed and had my makeup and hair perfect, I went downstairs to get Master’s breakfast ready.

When I walked into the kitchen, I could tell immediately something was up. Master Thomas was sitting there waiting for Me.

"Come here," He said pointing to the floor in front of Him. I knew what that meant. I came forward and knelt in front of him, head down and eyes on the floor in front of me waiting for instruction.

"Today is the start of a new chapter in your life subbie. So let’s start with
establishing a few rules, shall we? First we need to come up with a new name for you. Your old Master called you jade, is that right?”


"Yes Sir," I replied, cautiously.

"Well, I am not sure why He picked that name, but as your new Master, it is My prerogative to pick your name and I think a new name for a new life is a good idea, don’t you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now because you just started and we haven’t seen how we work together I am going to give you the temporary name of toy. Because at this point that is all you are…a toy, a plaything, something of interest for now. How long you hold My interest is yet to be determined."

"Yes, Sir. My name is ‘toy’. Thank you, Sir."


"That’s another thing, you are to address Me as Master from now on. I was ‘Sir" yesterday before I took possession of you. Now that I have, I am Master. Understand?"

"Yes…Master," I said swallowing hard. It would be hard to address this man I hated in anything resembling the same frame of reference as my old beloved Master, but I had little choice, He was the Master and I was the submissive. My duty was to serve Him in every way.

"Now, your former Master has talked with Me at length about the training He has done with you, and while I agree on most of it, I am of the opinion He was too lenient on you. Do not get Me wrong, I have the utmost respect for Master Paul. But I believe the reason you and He did not work out was because He didn’t challenge you enough. That will not be an issue for you anymore, I can assure you," He said.

"Yes, Master," I said. I wasn’t sure I liked where this conversation was going.

"Now to start off, I want to see how you perform for Me," He said. He reached forward and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled Me down onto all fours. "Come," He said and pulled me along, indicating He wanted me to crawl alongside Him. He led me into the living room. The moment I turned the corner into the living room I saw it.

The thing had a half barrel shape mounted on a large central leg. The barrel part was padded and leather-covered. The leg was made of wood and had large legs coming out in four directions to stabilize it. Sitting in the center of the saddle a very real looking dildo pointed up luridly.

My heart sank, followed quickly by my stomach and jaw. I couldn’t even
formulate words to express my shock.

"I see you’ve met your new trainer, my little slut!" Master Thomas said. "Why don’t you come over here and I’ll let you two get acquainted."

In a state of numb shock, I crawled over to the device, wondering what on earth this was all about, and feeling my stomach churn as I crawled. Whatever Master Thomas had on his mind, well, He could just forget it. This was clearly over the line.

"Master," I said. "I don’t know what you expect, but I mean, didn’t Master Paul tell you about me?"

"Master Paul is no longer your Master slut," He said. "You now belong to Me and since the Slave’s Contract you signed gives Me the right to expect a loyal, dutiful, and motivated submissive, it also gives me the right to train you as necessary."

"But I am loyal, dutiful, and motivated," I whined.
 

"If you were as you claim, your Master wouldn’t have given you to Me," He continued as though I didn’t speak. "But since He did, your training is up to Me. Now, meet your new personal trainer."

"Look, there’s no way… I - I quit," I stammered.

"Well, let’s look at that move a little more carefully, shall we?" He started.
"First off, you live here with Me because you do not currently have a job…your ‘job’ is that of My submissive. Do you have any marketable skills that would allow you to work outside this home and support yourself?"

"No sir, but …"

SLAP!  Master Thomas slapped me hard across the face. My cheek stung from the force of the slap and tears welled up in my eyes.

"I said you are to address Me as MASTER slut!" He said angrily.

"Yes Master. I am sorry, Master," I said, trying hard not to cry.

"Can you hibernate? Or do you have someone who will support you?"

"No Master, but…,"

"Does the idea of being homeless on the street surviving by handouts from whoever will take pity on you appeal to you?"

"No Master," I said, hanging my head.

"Then I suggest you get familiar with Mr. Sybian here," He said, patting the top of the device.

He reduced me to tears. I hated the situation I was in, I hated Master Paul for giving me away like He did, but most of all I hated Master Thomas.
 

"Say it," He repeated smugly.

"Hello, Mr. S…sybian," I stammered. I had been defeated at every turn. I had no choice.

"Now hand me your panties and I’ll help you get mounted."

I handed them to Him and the bastard held them to His nose and sniffed. Then He handed me a bottle of lube and told me to coat the dildo. I did as He bid, and then mounted the huge dildo. And it was huge, let me tell you. I had a hard time getting it all in, but Master moved behind me and pushed down on my shoulders.

"Oww, oh, Master! " I whimpered. "It’s too big."

"Oh, I’m sure that big girl pussy of yours can handle it," He said, still
pushing down.

"No-no-it - oh Gawd…" And then I was firmly seated on the vinyl saddle, my sex filled and taunt around the latex cock. I noticed several buckles and straps on the sides of the trainer. At first I didn’t know what they were for, but I soon found out. They were ankle and thigh cuffs, and Master wasted no time locking me down until I was secured tightly to the saddle with no way of getting off without assistance.

"Now we will see just how much you have to learn," Master grinned, turning and walking away, leaving me mounted on my humiliating perch, as He crossed the room and sat back in His leather recliner.

Blushing, trembling, crying, and inwardly cursing, I did my best to adjust my position to hide what had been done to me. What had He done to me? And why did I deserve such terrible treatment? Ok maybe Master Paul and I had our differences. And maybe I had been a bitch to Him. But this…this was unconscionable! I could feel the heat from His eyes as they burned into my soul. Oh how I hated Him! I wanted to stab Him in the heart with a butcher knife!

"The Sybian you are sitting so prettily on is controlled by this remote,"
Master said, holding it up for me to see. “Would you like to see how it works?” He said, grinning evilly. “What, no smile?” He said.

I forced one to my lips, even though my eyes screamed, “Die you fucking little worm!”

There was nothing I could do but accept the situation. I had long since learned after many spankings, that it wouldn’t do to wallow in my own sorry position or try for petty revenge. At least, not until the opportunity arose to get away from Master Thomas by getting myself traded again. Maybe if I was difficult enough, He would get tired of me. Then He would gladly leave me behind for a prettier and easier to handle submissive.

As I was sitting atop that damnable Sybian machine, I became aware of
something. The Sybian was vibrating. And the dildo? Not only was it vibrating, it was moving around inside of me. Just barely, but moving nonetheless. I could feel myself warming up. My sex feeling full and thick. I wondered if the wetness below was from the lubricant or from me.

I shook my head, trying to clear the foggy fuzzy feeling, doing my best to
resist the machine’s actions on my pussy. At first I was able to divert my
attention away from what was going on between my legs. But I wasn’t to hold out for long. Buzz-buzz-buzz the intruder in my sex hummed.

Fuck, but if it wasn’t turning me on. I mean really turning me on!

Part of the front of the device was raised, and pressing right against my
clitoris. It was hot and buzzing. It felt so good. Oh God. I was sure the
secretions were my own pussy juices now. I shifted in my seat, trying to avoid the buzzing, but the straps held me tightly in place. Instead of helping, the shifting felt wonderfully wickedly arousing as the dildo shifted inside me. Ugh, ugh, shit it was making me hot. Something I could not afford when He was looking at me smiling that smug, know-it-all smile of His. Oh God, I could feel my passion rising. I could no longer hold back. I could no longer concentrate on anything but suppressing my desire to moan in passion.

Thank heavens the buzzing and thrusting stopped before I lost control.
Strangely, I yearned for more, and not just a little bit, I wanted it a lot. But
the gyrations had stopped. Everything in my lower region had stopped moving except the throbbing in my clit. Maybe the remote’s batteries had run down. Whew, thank God for small miracles. Perhaps the worst of this was over, I thought to myself. I was wrong.

Suddenly and without warning, the Sybian kicked back in again. I could hear it buzzing, and feel it moving around inside me once again. But this time it was different. The dildo wasn’t just rotating, it was moving in and out as well. I was being fucked by this machine! I squirmed around, trying to position myself so it wouldn’t have such an effect on me. But no matter what I did, it only seemed to intensify the vibrations. Closing my eyes tightly, I just listened to the hum of the trainer. I felt my pussy grow warm and full. I could feel the orgasm swell and begin to blossom. I stopped squirming and leaned back to let it overtake me, but strangely enough, again it stopped just as I crested, leaving me panting and hanging on the edge and growing increasingly frustrated.

It was then that I remembered where I was. I opened my eyes, and my worst fears were realized. There He was watching Me with that same fucking smirk on His face. Damned if He wasn’t enjoying my predicament! His eyes were glued to me, watching me squirm and pant, watching me get so close to cumming I was practically begging Him for it. I closed my eyes again, wanting to shut Him out. I could not have been more humiliated. I wanted to sit there with my eyes closed forever, but I knew that wouldn’t be possible. I took a deep breath and willed
my heaving chest still and I loosened my thighs from around the saddle. Only then did I open my eyes and clean the sweat from my brow with my hand.

"Having a good time, slut?" Master Thomas said with a wicked chuckle.

I didn’t answer right away, not wanting to give Him the satisfaction of seeing me obeying Him.

"Hmmm maybe this will open that mouth!" He said, pressing the button on the remote. The vibrator immediately leapt to life. I jumped and instinctively clamped my legs together on the Sybian machine.

"If I don’t hear you answer My question in the next few seconds, I’m going to take you over My knee and spank your ass, young lady!" Master Thomas said.

"Yes, Master," I replied. The bastard! He was winning our little test of wills! Well, I would show Him. Once I had answered Him, He slowed the vibrations down on the machine to a steady, but controllable hum. A level I could sustain without embarrassing myself further.

It felt really nice inside of me and I was leaking like crazy. I dared not give
Master an excuse to spank me, but I wasn’t willing to concede the game yet either! I closed my eyes and listened to the machines’ low hum, basking in the sensations thrumming through my sex. Somewhere along the way, I became aware that I was on the cusp of a mind-blowing orgasm. Part of me was screaming “Stop! not here, not like this!” Another part of me was screaming “More, more, oh God, oh God, give it to me-fuck-fuck-make me cum!”

My orgasm shot through me, and burst into shards behind my eyes, the room went black and I was thrown into a sexual abyss. I clutched the trainer tightly between my thighs and kept rocking on the machine until another orgasm hit.

"Oh God-Oh God-Oh God!" I screamed as my orgasm blossomed and burst open. I clutched the saddle of the Sybian tightly between my thighs and kept on rocking even as yet another orgasm hit.

The vibrator touched me in all the right places. Oh fuck - oh fuck - oh no - not again! It drove me out of my mind. I was out of control. It was only then that I became aware that the vibrations had stopped. Everything seemed so quiet. I peeked out from my closed eyes. Dear God, the man I called Master was looking at me with the most devious smile I had ever seen. I was drenched in sweat and the seat of the trainer was sopping wet. Worse, I smelled of musk. I had never been so humiliated in my entire life. I had had three back to back to back orgasms while this bastard watched and laughed!

"My, my, my!" Master Thomas remarked. "You are quite a squealer, aren’t you!"

A squealer. I wanted to die. Maybe I should have taken my position with Master Paul more seriously. Or maybe I should have asked for my outright release when I had the chance. Anything would be better than the humiliation and degradation that I was facing now. But, there was no way to save my honor now, strapped to the saddle of this damned machine as I was.

"I had no idea you would be such a slut," Master said with a condescending smirk. "But I gotta admit. You really sounded like you enjoyed yourself. ‘Oh God - oh god, give it to me’," He mocked. His busy fingers opened my blouse, exposing my large, heaving breasts.

Had I really said that? Was I a squealer? I wasn’t that loud. I couldn’t have been. Oh God, and why was I still hot? And why were my eyes suddenly pulled as if by some strange magnetism to the sight of the bulge in Master Thomas’s pants.

He caught the direction of my gaze.

"What are you looking at, slut?" He was smiling at me, thoroughly enjoying my predicament.

"Nothing," I said blushing as I tried to look away. But I found my gaze drawn back to it.

"You want to suck it, don’t you?" He asked.

What was happening to me? I was not attracted to this man in the least, and yet, there I was, nodding my head and meaning it for the first time since becoming His submissive.

"Ask Me nice."

I wanted to tell Him to go fuck himself, but as a submissive I knew better than that. Not if I wanted to continue being a submissive. But, I had already humiliated myself in front of this sadistic man to such a degree, I hated the thought of descending even further.

Hated myself even as I asked, “Master,” I said somewhat breathlessly. “May I please suck Your cock?”

The latex phallus in my pussy gave an intense thrum…as if to say “Yes, toy, hurry and suck that wonderful cock.”

But how could the Sybian possibly know? I looked in Master’s hand for a
controller, but I didn’t see one. The vibrator against my clit sped faster, and at that point I didn’t care how it knew. I was too busy tugging at Master Thomas’s belt and then freeing his already rock hard cock. God, it looked angry, and it truly was a monster. I reverently tried to circle it with my fingers and failed. I was no longer afraid of it. I wanted it inside of me someway, somehow.

I was moaning again. Squealing. I eagerly used Master Thomas’s thick cock to silence the humiliating sounds I was making. The vibrations intensified. I could feel the dildo moving, rotating in my pussy. I realized I was going to cum again, and I wanted … I-I wanted Master to cum with me. I bobbed my head faster, all the while gently squeezing His large hairy plums with one hand, and masturbating the base of His cock with the other. I felt my orgasm rising up again.

Oh God-oh God! Master grabbed the back of my head, but I didn’t even wait. I thrust forward and buried His large cock down my throat. His pubes tickled my nose and I couldn’t breathe, but God how I loved being fucked and filled at both ends. Me, I was oblivious except for the feeling of my own intense orgasm, and the feeling of the cock in my throat beginning to contract. For the first time since I became His submissive I wanted to taste it. I wanted to suck it all down, drink it down my throat, but at the last moment He pulled out, robbing me of my reward.

I opened my eyes only to have my vision clouded by a jet of cum against my glasses. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, catching some of his discharge, but missing much more. I moved my face around with each spurt, letting Him coat me, letting Him cover my face with his copious spunk. Oh God, what was happening to me? I should have been horrified by what He was doing to me. Instead, I was bucking, moaning, and groaning like the cheapest slut I had ever seen.

The worse part was, I couldn’t seem to stop. When it was over, I gave Master’s cock a squeeze, and milked the last drop of pearly liquid from His magnificent cock. He captured it with a finger and fed it to me.

It was delicious, salty sweet. “Mmmm- you know … I wanted You to cum in my mouth,” I admitted. Why was I telling him this? Why was I was suddenly so weak?

"I wanted to as well, but I couldn’t," He said. "Hell, I wanted to feel that
wet little pussy of yours wrapped around my big cock. But, that’s totally
off-limits for the next thirty days. Oh well, I guess I can make do with the
blow jobs until then.”

"What do you mean?" I asked. I used to welcome any of my other Masters uses for my body. Master Paul had taken me in every hole I had. But now I was being told I would not? Why not? "You can you know," I began. He could have me. He was, after all, my Master. I wondered what it would feel like to be taken by Him, battered by the big monster cock.

"You mean you don’t know?" He said. "Sybian training lasts for thirty days. Until then, you belong to Mr. Sybian."

No-no-no-no! I shook my head violently, a strand of his cum wiggled from my nose. I worked at the ties securing me to the Sybian, but they wouldn’t budge.

"Relax, slut," Master Thomas said, smiling down at me. "Mr. Sybian here will make you into a very cooperative and motivated submissive."

The Sybian thrummed back to life in between my legs. I struggled some more. This wasn’t in my contract. I was sure of it. I had to get out of there one way or another. This machine was changing me. I wasn’t even the same person I was the day before. Then I felt a new sensation. The latex cock wasn’t just vibrating and moving. It was gently thrusting in and out of my sex. Oh fuck! I had to get off. I really had to get off. Yet, my body was disobeying me completely. My hands ran up and down my body and pinched my hard elongated nipples.

"Struggling will just make matters worse," Master Thomas said with a smirk. "You see, Mr. Sybian here has a lot of tricks to make a submissive compliant and eager to please. Maybe you should try them out. You’ll have plenty of time over the next thirty days of training."

I looked at Him in horror. He was a monster! I pleaded to Him to grant me my release. I needed to cum so badly! But, I realized I couldn’t count on that, because He was a Master. He had to make me earn my release, make me work for it. Why else would I be strapped to this mechanical beast? Oh God, yes! Fuck it felt so good. I began to cry out a different plea. Oh please, fuck me! Oh please, please let me cum. I heard myself squeal.

"Oh God, Mr. Sybian," I groaned. The saddle slid open in the middle and then closed back around my clit. "Oh yeah, that’s it baby. Do my clit! Oh Please, Master Thomas."

My clit was vibrated between the panels that it was secured between and I was instantly cumming. My hips bucked. I rode Mr. Sybian like a horse. “Fuck-fuck- fuck-I’m cumming Mr. Sybian. Oh fuck …”

I was vaguely aware that Master Thomas was pushing me down onto the latex cock harder, driving it deeper into me. The thrusting was painful, but I couldn’t care less! The Sybian was touching places I have never been touched in and I was in pure heaven!

I knew I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. I hated this man and what He was forcing me to do. I knew I should be fighting this with all that I was. But it was so hard to think about anything when your pussy is on fire with pleasure.

"Oh dear God, I’m yours Master Thomas! My ass, my pussy, my mouth. Oh fuck baby, fuck me any way you want Mr. Sybian. Oh-oh - aiiee!" I cried. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me harder." By now the dildo was a piston driving through my soaked pussy, and I, I was nothing but a pussy. A quivering, wet, cock-starved hole. "Harder Mr. Sybian…please, harder. Oh God, Oh I’m gonna cum. No, oh no, what are you doing?"

The cock in my pussy was withdrawing. I tried to squeeze tighter so that it wouldn’t go, but it was withdrawing despite my best efforts. And then, and then I felt something totally unexpected. A probing … a pushing against my other hole.

"No … oh God, no not there. No please, I’ve never done it like that
before,” I protested. But still it pushed. How do you argue with a machine? It hurt as it entered me and it filled me completely. Stretched as I was I couldn’t help but to think of Master Thomas’s monstrous phallus. How would it feel? How would it feel in my pussy? How would it feel in my ass? I lifted off the seat as far I could to escape this new humiliation. “Please Mr. Sybian, I’m…I’m a virgin there.”

Somehow it must have heard and thankfully it stopped. I looked around Master Thomas’s eyes was plastered on me as if they were drinking me in. I had never been so humiliated in all my life, but at least it was partially over. At least He wasn’t going to see me anally sodomized…I hoped!

I heard a buzzing below and looked down to see as the little vibrating horn began to move. I was curious. What was it doing? I watched as it began to rise, bringing itself level with my clit. It touched me, sending vibrations to every molecule of my clit. Oh God, it was going to make me cum. My ass clenched at the dildo buried just inside the ring of my grommet.

The sensations grew. Fuck, it was going to make me cum. But then to my
disappointment, it withdrew from my sex and began to lower until it was just out of reach. However, it was still down there, still buzzing … beckoning me. And then … oh God, how I hate to admit it, but the bonds released. I was
free!

And yet … and yet … I was still horny, so horny. No, oh God no…please don’t. Don’t make me do it. Oh God, you bastard, you’re going to make me do it to myself, aren’t you? I realized that He was watching, waiting for me to fuck myself, and I burned with humiliation. I prayed for the strength to resist, but my body was already betraying me. I pushed down, grunting as I impaled myself on the cock in my ass.

Up and down it led me. Faster and faster. I was doing it. I was fucking myself. Fucking myself in the ass while this man I hated looked on.

But, I could no longer concentrate on Him. My mind…my soul…my pussy only had room for one person and that was Mr. Sybian. Just as I was getting into a good rhythm, the cock in my ass withdrew and larger one that had thick ridges rose up about five inches away.

I tried to lower my sex on it, but it withdrew. When I rose up, it did as well.
It only stayed up when I shifted my hips and lined the head up with my ass. This one almost took my breath away as I fucked myself on it. My ass alternately stretched and clenched on every large ridge. I was grunting and sweating like a pig, but I didn’t care. I was getting into a rhythm again. Up and down I bounced. Bucking, fucking…harder, faster. I was so close. So close to coming.

"Come on baby… please Mr. Sybian. I’m doing it. I’m doing what you wanted. I’m fucking myself. Fucking myself in the ass. Oh please. Please - I’m desperate …just hold still, just for a second. Oh I’m so close. Oh please oh please…I-I need it… Oh, oh here it comes. Oh Fuck oh fuck." And then I was doing it. I was coming again. The rings closed around my thighs and ankles and I realized I was trapped again.

As my orgasm faded, my feeling of humiliation and debasement swelled. Oh God, what had I done? That wasn’t me. It couldn’t be. I was naked and alone with Master Thomas’s penetrating stare. I only had one way to escape my shame, even though I knew my respite would be temporary.

"Please Mr. Sybian," I whispered, stroking the musky wet leather saddle, and bringing the trainer back to life. "I need it. I need it again. I’ll be…I’ll
be a good girl. I’ll be a good submissive. I’ll be the best submissive ever.”