Yes Master<\/p>\n
I glanced at my watch again, quarter-to-five on Friday
\nafternoon. Her plane is late. It was scheduled to arrive
\nat four, but some damned delay — it seems like every flight
\nis delayed these days — and now she arrives at five. That
\nonly gives me forty hours to make her my slave until I put
\nher on the plane back to Seattle at nine Sunday morning.
\nIt will be a challenge,
\nbut I love challenges. I smile.<\/p>\n
\nI had met Alexis online, I don’t even remember how,
\nbut then we started chatting and emailing each other. She
\nwas self-employed, an accountant for small businesses,
\ndoing payroll, taxes, that sort of thing. She was 32, tall,
\n5’7″, 125 pounds and very beautiful. Natural,
\nlong blonde hair, blue eyes, full breasts and great legs.
\nShe had been intrigued by the lure of submission for some
\ntime and had toyed with it online.
\nI invited her to experience it for a weekend. I was traveling
\nto San Francisco on a regular basis on business, and often
\nspending weekends there. Is there a more beautiful city,
\nor one more wide-open sexually? I offered to pay her roundtrip
\nairfare, but the price would be her complete submission
\nto me for the weekend. I told her that she would be my slave,
\nmy slut, my
\nwhore and my bitch, that I would fuck her mouth, ass and cunt,
\nand that I would own her completely. It was the perfect opportunity
\nfor her to explore this deep need in her. To my surprise,
\nshe accepted.
\nPassengers started coming off the jetway, meeting family
\nand friends, then I saw Alexis. She was more beautiful than
\nher pictures. She moved with the skittish, awkward grace
\nof a wild, young filly. She wore a short, dark blue cotton
\nsun dress, low cut, showing the tops of her firm breasts
\nand almost all of her long, tanned legs. Our eyes met. We
\nmoved towards each other,
\nand I could sense, more than see, her anxiety.
\n“Hello, Alexis, ” I said to her, with a bemused
\nsmile at her nervousness.
\nShe smiled, and said, “Hello, Dan.” She carried
\na large overnight bag,
\nI reached out and took it from her. “Do you have any
\nmore luggage?” I asked.
\n“No, ” she said.
\n“Then lets go, and lets begin, shall we?” I
\ncommanded, more than asked.
\nShe hesitated, “I am very nervous, you know, ”
\nshe said, in a small, thin voice, “I dont really know
\nyou.”
\nI looked at her directly, forcefully, “There is
\nnothing to fear, I will not hurt you and you will do only what
\nyou want to do this weekend.” I smiled again, a slightly
\nwicked smile, “But there is much that you want to experience,
\nisn’t there?”
\nI squeezed her hand hard, and drew her to me, capturing
\nher lightly in my powerful arms. Smiling gently and looking
\ninto her eyes, I felt her slowly relax, begin to trust. “But
\nif you want this to stop, tell me, and it will stop, and I will
\nbring you to the airport for the next plane home.”
\nI pulled her closer, and she almost melted into my arms.
\nHer breathing became shallow and she pressed her body to
\nmine. “You can leave now, or you can tell me what you
\nwant.”
\nShe took a deep breath, looked at me intently, then whispered
\nsoftly, almost inaudibly, in my ear, “I want to be
\nyour slave, your slut, your whore and your bitch.”
\nTaking her hair in my fist, I drew her face back, looked
\ninto her eyes, smiled and said, “Come with me then,
\nI will change your life.” We walked to the car.
\nPulling out of the parking lot and onto the expressway,
\nI said to her, matter-of-factly, “Take off your panties.”
\nShe looked at me, surprised. I said, sternly, “Obey,
\nand do it now.” Still looking at me, she slowly lifted
\nher hips, and slid her skimpy, moist, silk bikini thongs
\noff. I smiled, and told her to give them to me. I threw them
\nout the window and told her, “You will not wear panties
\nthe rest of the weekend, your cunt and ass are to be available
\nto me at all times.” I then put my hand between her legs
\nand touched her already moist, hot cunt.
\nAs I drove, I stroked her cunt, massaged her swelling clit,
\nand after a while, thrust a finger, then two, into her now
\nwet, dripping hole. Her hips began to move, almost imperceptibly
\nat first, to meet the rhythm of my fingers slowly, forcefully
\nstroking her. “Pull your dress up over your hips, ”
\nI commanded, “I want you to expose yourself for me,
\nas a symbol of your submission.” Out of the corner
\nof my eye, I saw her face reflect a series of emotions, fear,
\napprehension, rebellion and, at last, arousal, at this
\ncommand.
\nAlexis then looked at me, lust slowly filling her eyes,
\nand she slowly lifted her dress above her hips. My fingers
\nslowly stoked in and out of her cunt, firmly stroking her
\nG spot, then withdrawing to stroke and massage her clit.
\nShe moaned, and her hips moved to meet my probing fingers.
\n“As we pass the next car, raise your hips high and
\nlet him see what I am doing to you, that you are my willing
\nand obedient slut.” There was a lone, male driver
\nin the car I was passing. I dug my fingers even deeper into
\nher now very wet and hot cunt. “Do it, my sweet slut,
\ndo it, ” I whispered.
\nHer breath was coming in short bursts now, and she raised
\nher hips as I commanded.
\nWe just began to pass and I tapped the horn, the driver looked
\nover and had a clear view of my fingers deep in her cunt. He
\nlooked over and his eyes opened wide as he saw my fingers
\ndeep
\nInside her, stroking her, taking her to ecstasy.
\n“Now, look at him, ” I commanded, “look
\nat him now.” She looked at me first, a look of apprehension,
\nalmost fear, but my blue eyes were cold and insistent. “Obey,
\nbitch, ” I said,
\nleaving her no option. She then looked at him, and as he watched,
\nshe began to cum, slowly . . . but as her orgasm gathered strength,
\nshe began to thrust her hips even higher to meet my plunging
\nfingers. “Keep looking at him as you cum, my sweet
\nwhore, ” I said.
\nShe did as I commanded, she looked at him as her cunt drenched
\nmy hand, as she came, as she thrust her hips onto my fingers
\nseeking greater and greater sensations. As we passed the
\ncar, her orgasm subsided, her hips sank to the seat and I
\nwithdrew my fingers from her cunt.
\n“Well done, ” I said, “but your cunt
\nis not fully shaved as I commanded, and when we arrive at
\nthe hotel, you will be punished and shaved.”
\nWe arrived at the hotel, checked in and went to our room.
\n“Unpack, and unpack my suitcase, ” I told her,
\n“I am going to get some ice.” When I returned,
\nshe was still at her tasks.
\n“Make me a drink, now, ” I commanded, “and
\nthen finish the unpacking.” She made me Jack Daniels
\non the rocks. I watched her finish her tasks as I sipped my
\ndrink and had a cigarette. When she was done, she looked
\nat me.
\n“Lower your eyes, bitch, you may not look directly
\nat me, unless I give you permission, ” I harshly instructed
\nher, “Now take off your clothes, slowly strip for
\nme.”
\nShe slowly took off the blue sun dress, then her bra. Her
\npanties were gone, thrown out of the car. While she undressed
\nI opened my case, and readied the tools of her forthcoming
\nenslavement and torment.
\n“Get on your knees and crawl to me slave, ”
\nI commanded. She crawled to me. “Now sit up, but keep
\nyour eyes lowered, ” I instructed her. “Present
\nyour breasts to me, ” I ordered. She did, and I placed
\nnipple clips on her hard, erect nipples, tightening them
\nuntil she winced, then backing off slightly.
\n“Present wrists.” And I placed wrist restraints
\non each wrist. I continued in the same way, putting ankle
\nrestraints on each ankle and nipple clips on her hot, tender
\nlabia. She squirmed, as I tightened the nipple clips on
\nher glistening, sensitive cunt lips, and little whimpers
\nescaped her lips. I smiled at her discomfort, then took
\na dog collar from my case, with a leather lead attached.
\n“Look at this collar, ” I snapped. “Now
\nunderstand, when I place this collar on you, you are mine
\nfor the weekend, you are my slave, my slut, my whore and my
\nbitch. Do you understand, ” I whispered softly.
\n“Yes, Master, ” she said. “You must
\nask for it, beg for it but, be sure it is what you want. There
\nis no going back, but you can end this now, if you choose, ”
\nI whispered.
\nBut I knew the answer, her body was telling me. Her cunt
\nwas flowing juices, her breathing was shallow and rapid,
\nher face and breasts were flushed. Alexis wanted this,
\nshe had a great need, and she knew I would take her places
\nshe had never been, but where she needed to go. At that moment,
\nsubmission may have been more important to her than life
\nitself. I smiled.
\n“Master, please place your collar around this worthless
\nslave’s neck, please use me and make me yours, please
\nMaster, I beg you, ” she said softly, but passionately.
\nI laughed softly, as I placed the collar around her neck.
\n“Nicely said, slave.” I buckled the collar
\nin place. “You are now mine, slave, ” I said
\nsoftly, “When I ask what you are, you will answer that
\nyou are my slave, my slut, my whore and my bitch, do you understand?”
\n“Yes, master, ” she whispered, “I am
\nyour slave, your slut, your whore and your bitch.”
\nI then stood, took the leather lead to her collar and walked
\nto the bed, “Lie face down, and spread your arms and
\nlegs, ” I commanded. She hurried to obey and I quickly
\nsecured her wrists and ankles four-corners to the bed frame
\nwith leather thongs. “You will now be punished for
\nyour unshaven disobedience, slave, and you will count
\neach stroke.”
\n“Yes, Master.”
\nUsing the soft deerskin flogger, I worked first one cheek
\nof her ass, then the other. Her tender flesh slowly began
\nto take on color. I continued the beating.
\n“18, 19, 20, ” she said in barely a whisper.
\nI stopped, and took the harsh, braided leather flogger.
\nWith this one I had to be careful, because it will cut flesh,
\nand that would not be part of my discipline of her, not yet.
\nSo, a careful balance was needed. The braided flogger struck
\none cheek of her ass, then the other. She cried out, and I
\nsmiled, “Keep counting, bitch.”
\nShe continued breathlessly, “21, 22, 23, oh my God,
\nMaster, please stop, it hurts, 24, 25.” I stopped,
\nthen, and took some scented oil and caressed her ass, which
\nwas now pink from the deerskin flogger, with brighter red
\nstripes from the braided leather flogger. She moaned,
\nsoftly, moving her ass to meet my hand. I slowly slipped
\na finger into her dripping cunt. She moaned even louder.
\nI manipulated her eager, grasping cunt for a slow minute
\nor so, I could feel her respond and her orgasm start to build.
\n“Not just yet, my whore, ” I said to her, “although
\nI love your responsiveness, there is one final decoration
\nfor you.” And with that I showed her the butt plug,
\nbright red, and at its thickest point, thicker than any
\ncock.
\n“What is that, ” Alexis asked, with palpable
\nfear in her voice. “A butt plug, slut, and it will soon
\nbe deep in your ass, before I whip your ass again.”
\n“Oh, God, no, ” she pleaded, “I cant
\ntake that in my ass.”
\n“You can, and you will.” I then withdrew my
\nfingers slowly from her dripping, hot cunt, and using her
\ncunt juices as my only lubricant, slowly started violating
\nher very tight ass with my fingers. First I slipped in just
\none finger, then two. At first she resisted, but I kept talking
\nto her, telling her to relax, to concentrate on my soothing
\nvoice and the erotic sensations she was feeling, and to
\ngive herself up to the pain, accept it, make it hers, because
\npain is pleasure, both just two sides of the same coin. I
\nspoke soothingly, softly, tenderly and she slowly responded,
\nher ass relaxed, and began to move to the rhythm of my fingers
\nin her ass. When I put three of my fingers in her ass, she hardly
\nnoticed, and accepted them with an
\ninvoluntary, lustful sigh.
\nI removed my fingers and taking the butt plug, covered
\nit with Astroglide and quickly shoved it in her ass, pushing
\nit past her sphincter until it was seated, deep in her ass.
\nThere was a sharp intake of breath, and she squealed as the
\nbutt plug surged deep in her dark, virgin hole. I caressed
\nher ass, gently, still telling her to relax, to focus on
\nthe sensations, to turn the now subsiding pain into pleasure.
\nAfter a few minutes, her hips were moving, almost involuntarily,
\nand her breathing was shallow, her cunt still dripping.
\nI picked up the deerskin flogger again and her whipped
\nher. Alexis’s punishment continued for three more
\ncycles of 20 strokes with the deerskin flogger, and 5 with
\nthe braided leather. After each cycle, I massaged her ass
\nwith soothing lotion and brought her to the brink of orgasm.
\nBy the time I finished, she was writhing on the bed, tugging
\nat her bonds, lost in the sensations consuming her body.
\n“Now, slut, I am going to claim the first right of
\nownership of your body. I am going to fuck and cum in your
\nass, my sweet whore, ” I said softly.
\n“Please, Master, ” she begged, “not
\nthat, I have never been fucked in the ass.” My hand
\ncame crashing down on her right and then left ass cheeks,
\nspanking them hard.
\n“That’s not a proper response, slut, try again, ”
\nI said sternly.
\n“Please, Master, fuck my ass, ” she said,
\nnot meaning it, but wanting to please me. I smiled. “Much
\nbetter, my whore.” As I said it, I slipped the butt
\nplug from her ass. Her puckered, well-lubed hole remained
\nopen, involuntarily inviting me. My cock was hard, ready
\nto violate and abuse her ass.
\nI got off the bed and moved to her head, grasping her hair,
\nI turned her mouth to my hard, turgid cock. “Take it
\nin your mouth, slut, and lube my cock with your mouth to ready
\nit for your ass, ” I said softly. I moved forward and
\nher lips opened to accept my cock. She licked and sucked
\nthe head gently, coating it with her spit. I withdrew after
\na minute or so and moved
\nback to her ass.
\nI placed the head of my cock at the opening of her asshole,
\nwhich had begun to close, but was still well lubed with astroglide
\nfrom the butt plug. I slowly pressed forward and my big cock
\nmet some resistance, but gradually, slowly and insistently
\nentered her. She gasped as my cockhead pushed past her sphincter
\nand closed around the rim of my cock. I wanted her badly now.
\nI needed to cum. I wanted her to feel and accept my power.
\n“I am going to fuck you hard, bitch, I am going to fuck
\nyou like an animal, ” I said coldly, “because
\nfor this weekend you are my animal, my fuck-bitch, mine
\nto use.”
\n“Yes, Master, ” she whispered, almost inaudibly,
\nbut I could feel her ass, her body respond. I began to fuck
\nher ass, forcefully, pushing deeper and deeper with each
\nthrust. Her ass resisted a bit at first, but was forced open,
\ndeeper with each thrust. Her ass felt like a velvet glove
\ntightly grasping my cock, caressing it, stroking it, milking
\nit, drawing it deeper into her dark, forbidden depths.
\nAfter a few minutes I was fully inside of her ass. My full
\nweight was on her and my balls were pressed against her ass
\nat the bottom of each stroke. Still, I felt her ass move up
\nto meet my cock. She wanted this, needed it. I let myself
\ngo, I began to fuck her hard, as I told her I would, like an
\nanimal rutting. I pounded my cock into her ass, hard and
\nfast. I fucked her tight ass with long strokes, like a pile
\ndriver, pounding deep into her dark, mysterious bowels.
\nWith every thrust, I could hear her breath escape her lips,
\nmoaning, grunting in response to my cock plunging in and
\nout of her ass.
\nI felt my orgasm slowly building, a light sheen of perspiration
\ncovered my body, I was breathing hard, my balls were slapping
\nher ass as I fucked her, harder and faster. “I am going
\nto cum soon, my slut, are you ready for my cum in your ass?”
\nI demanded.
\n“Yes, Master, cum in this slut’s ass, I want
\nto feel your cum in my ass, ” she purred. But this time
\nthe fear was gone, animal desire, lust and need were in her
\nvoice.
\nAnd hearing that put me over the edge. I felt my orgasm explode
\nin my brain and in my loins. I kept fucking her, pounding
\nmy cock in her ass as I felt the first burst of cum shoot deep
\nin her bowels. She moaned even louder, feeling my hot cum
\nerupt into her. Spasm after spasm followed, shooting hot
\nstreams of cum into her welcoming ass. Alexis screamed
\nas she began to cum and then wriggled her ass as she came,
\ntrying to milk every drop of cum from my big
\ncock. I kept thrusting after I stopped cumming, as long
\nas my cock stayed hard. Her ass felt so good, and I loved the
\nmoans, whimpers, animal sounds that escaped her lips as
\nher orgasm subsided.
\nSlowly, the pace wound down, my thrusting slowed. Finally,
\nafter uncounted minutes had passed, I let my cock slip out
\nof her ass. Soon a rivulet of my thick cum seeped from her
\nass and began to run down her thigh.
\n“Well, slut, what have you to say, ” I asked
\nsternly?
\n“Thank you Master, thank you, ” she whispered
\nbreathlessly.
\nI untied her, “Clean yourself, slut, ” I ordered,
\n“and come back and clean my cock well enough that you
\nwill have no hesitation taking it in your slut mouth or cunt.”
\nShe returned with a soapy wash cloth and carefully cleaned
\nmy softening cock. She then rinsed it with another wet cloth
\nand dried my cock with a towel. When she finished, I ordered,
\n“Take my cock in your mouth now.”
\nShe did so without hesitation, and softly, lovingly suckled
\nmy slowly hardening cock. I eithdrew, ordered her to the
\nbed and again tied her down, this time on her back, legs spread
\nwide. I got my shaving cream, razor and riding crop.
\n“First, bitch, your punishment for not shaving
\nyour cunt completely.”
\nAnd with that I started flicking the small leather loop
\nof the crop against her clit. The leather loop made sharp
\nlittle slapping sounds as it snapped against her tender,
\nexposed clit. She cried out loud, after the third.
\n“That will simply not do, bitch.” I then gagged
\nher with a silk scarf I brought just for that purpose. I continued,
\nslowly striking the crop against her clit and tender exposed
\ncunt lips. She writhed in pain and tried to scream, but the
\nsilk scarf gag muffled her cries. I smiled as I saw, despite
\nthe pain, that her cunt was beginning to flow again, as I
\nknew it would. I continued striking her with the crop until
\nher cunt and clit were red, swollen and almost visibly throbbing.
\nStill, despite the pain, or because of it, juices flowed
\nfrom her cunt. I then gently lathered the remaining patch
\nof hair above her hood, and then taking the razor, swiftly
\nremoved the last tuft of hair on her cunt. I took a wet cloth
\nand wiped her cunt clean.
\n“Don’t move.” I commanded, “I am
\ngoing to place the razor right on your clit.” I felt
\nher body go tense, she gasped and raised her head up to watch.
\nShe was frightened, but in a
\nstrange, dark, way fascinated too. I parted her cunt lips
\nand exposed her red, swollen clit.
\nSlowly I brought the razor’s sharp edge to the tip of
\nher clit. Alexis’s eyes were wide with fear and desire.
\nI could almost feel the adrenaline coursing through her
\nbody. I could see the fear in her eyes, she was trying to scream,
\nbut the gag held. She began to cry, softly. I lifted the razor
\ncarefully, without cutting her.
\n“Calm down, ” I said gently, soothingly,
\ntaking cool lotion and gently caressing her bruised clit
\nand now smooth cunt. “I would not damage your clit.
\nNo more pain for now, just pleasure for my sweet slut, ”
\nI whispered lovingly, “you have been such a good girl. I
\ncaressed her hair and her cheek as I spoke to her. Her body
\nslowly relaxed, she stopped crying and slowly began to
\nrespond to my caresses.
\n“I would not cut your clit, ” I said gently,
\n“and the lashing with the crop will only make you more sensitive,
\nmake it easier to cum. You want to cum, don’t you, my whore,
\ndon’t you?” I asked. I removed her gag. With her
\nhips starting to rise and fall with my touch, and her cunt
\nbeginning again to glisten with her juices, she whispered,
\n“Yes, Master, I want to cum, please make me cum, I need
\nto cum.”
\nI put two fingers in her cunt and began to stroke her G spot,
\ngently at first, then more insistently. She moaned and
\nher hips began to make little circles around my probing,
\ncaressing fingers. I then lowered my mouth to her clit and
\nbegan to gently suck it, as if it were a little cock, a little
\nfemale cock. Within a few minutes she began to cum, not once
\nbut many times,
\nlike waves crashing on the shore. I continued to stroke
\nher cunt and suck her clit, then I withdrew my mouth and then
\nmy fingers. She was still cumming as I mounted her and thrust
\nmy now rock hard cock deeply into her spasming cunt.
\nI fucked her slowly, but powerfully with long, full strokes.
\nI put my mouth to her ear and whispered to her, “I love
\nto see you cum, my sweet slut, my whore, I love to watch your
\nbody surrender to my touch. Now, fuck my cock like the slut\/whore
\nyou are and make your Master cum.”
\nShe groaned as I said these words, and I kept talking to
\nher, telling her how much I loved
\nusing her body, feeling her surrender, feeling her need
\nto be used, all the while fucking her. Her hot cunt felt exquisite
\nwrapped around my cock, all eight inches of it. It felt as
\nif she was milking me, trying to draw me deeper, urging me
\nto cum, to use her body.
\nI gave in to the indescribable sensations she was giving
\nme. She was moaning, lost in desire, “Fuck, cum, use
\nme Master, fill me with your cum, fuck your whore, fuck your
\ncock in me, fuck your whore’s cunt.”
\nI began to fuck her harder and faster as I felt my orgasm
\nbegin. She was moaning, thrusting her hips to meet my pounding
\ncock, thrashing her body as another orgasm began to consume
\nher. In the next moment I went over the edge, into the abyss
\nof orgasm, letting go. My
\nwhole consciousness was focused on my cock and the sensations
\nof fucking her cunt and my cum spurting in jets into her hot,
\neager, desperately needy cunt. When I cum like that I am
\ntransported to . . . where? . . . I don’t know, another
\nplane, another realm, time stops, there is just fucking,
\nthrusting, cumming.
\nSlowly, slowly, I come back to this world. Time starts
\nagain. I am lying against her, breathing hard, sweat covering
\nmy body. She is still moaning, moving almost imperceptibly
\nagainst the weight of my body. I roll off of her.
\n“Alexis, open your eyes, ” I command. She
\ndoes and looks into mine with what can only be described
\nas complete surrender. “That was wonderful, my slave.
\nYou are mine, now, completely.” Smiling contentedly,
\nshe languidly replies, “Yes Master, I am your slave,
\nslut, whore and bitch, completely, more completely than
\nyou may ever know.”
\nWe lay there for a while, I stroked her cheek, my cock covered
\nin her juices and my cock softening on her thigh. I released
\nher from her bonds. “Get cleaned up and get dressed,
\nlets get something to eat, I’m hungry.”
\nShe wore a black dress, with a white strap that went around
\nher neck, criss-crossed in the back, came around under
\nher breasts, lifting and enhancing them, criss-crossing
\nagain and ending at her waist. The dress exposed her shoulders
\nand back and had a mesh see-through panel in the front that
\nexposed the tops and middle of her breasts to her waist.
\nThe dress was short, and she wore black, thigh-high stockings.
\nShe put silk panties on at first, but I told her to remove
\nthem. Red lips, nails, fuck-me pumps and a tasteful, patent
\nleather, rhinestone collar completed the picture. Her
\nblonde hair fell in curled waves, cascading down her back
\nand shoulders. A tastefully elegant slut.
\nWe took a cab to the restaurant, I touched and stroked her
\ncunt as the driver watched in the rearview. I told her to
\ntake my cock out and suck it. Her submission and arousal
\nwere plain, she never hesitated, she took my cock out, looked
\nat the driver first, then lowered her head and obediently
\nbegan to suck my engorging cock. As we pulled up to the restaurant,
\nI pulled her up and said, simply, “That’s enough
\nfor now.”
\nWe ate pasta and seafood and had a nice bottle of wine. During
\ndinner I would touch her cunt, stroke it, slip my fingers
\ninside of her, watch her squirm and writhe in pleasure.
\nShe was in a state of continuous arousal.
\nSo was I. I had her touch and stroke my cock through the soft,
\nexpensive, thin Italian wool of my trousers. Other diners
\nwere watching us, especially the men. We finished dinner,
\nbut I was in no hurry and ordered coffee and a grappa. As I
\nordered them, I kept my fingers in Alexis’s cunt. The
\nwaiter could see my fingers in her cunt, and Alexis and I
\nwatched as his cock got hard. I smiled, as he repeated my
\norder twice, unable to concentrate. Alexis was embarrassed,
\nbut thoroughly aroused at being displayed and used like
\nthis before a perfect stranger. It was both erotic and amusing
\nto me. I smiled at their discomfort.
\nI paid the bill and we returned to the hotel. It was about
\n12:30.
\n“Alexis there is one more thing I will do to complete
\nmy claiming of your body, ” I
\nsaid as we entered the room, “you will suck my cock
\nand drink my cum.”
\nShe turned, smiled and looked at me, “yes, Master,
\nthis slut is yours to use.” I smiled, too, at her reply.
\nShe was learning fast, an eager pupil. I told her to remove
\nall of her clothes. I placed nipple clips on her nipples
\nand cunt lips, and lubed and put the butt plug back in her
\ntight ass, then handcuffed her behind her back, placed
\nankle restraints on each of her ankles and secured the handcuffs
\nwith a leather thong to the ankle restraints. When I finished,
\nshe was kneeling naked, handcuffed behind her back, her
\nhands secured to her ankles. And her cunt was leaking fluids,
\naroused.
\n“You will not speak again, until you have drunk my
\ncum, all of my cum, ” I commanded her.
\nI was in no hurry. I ordered her to crawl over to and in front
\nof an easy chair. I removed my clothes, made myself a drink,
\nturned off the lights and lit several candles. While I went
\nabout these tasks I talked to her, instructing her.
\nI told her that sucking her Master’s cock and swallowing
\nhis cum was a great honor, mystical and symbolic, but real
\nat the same time. In the Christian faith, the host and wine
\nare symbolic of Christ’s body and blood. And in Communion
\nthe faithful partake symbolically of Christ’s body
\nand blood. When a slave sucks her Master’s cock and
\nswallows his cum, she actually nourishes herself from
\nher Master’s body, and not symbolically. Part of his
\nbody, his cum, this vital fluid, actually becomes part
\nof her body. It is a great gift for the slave to accept and
\ndrink her Master’s cum, to make it part of her, to feed
\nherself from her Master’s
\ncock.
\nI sat in the chair before her and said, “Now suck my
\ncock.” She brought her lips to my cock and began to
\nsuck. I sipped my drink and langorously smoked a cigarette
\nas she sucked, instructing her as necessary. I watched
\nher red lipstick smear on the long shaft of my hard cock.
\nI told her to swirl her tongue around the head, then to lick
\nslowly from the base of my cock, from my balls, to the tip
\nof my now rock-hard cock, with the flat of her tongue, to
\npress the tip of her tongue into the hole at the tip of my cock,
\nto tighten her lips and to suck hard as she bobbed her head
\nup and down on my long, thick eight inch shaft.
\nI then had her suck each of my balls into her slut mouth,
\ngently sucking them, teasing them with her tongue, one
\nat a time. I then had her lick my asshole. I also took her nipples
\nbetween my fingers, and if she was performing well, I stroked
\nthem gently, just above the nipple clips cutting into her
\ntender flesh, and if she was not performing well, I would
\npinch her nipples, digging my finger nails into her sensitive
\nnipples until I saw her wince. It was lovely, exquisite,
\nand seemed to last forever. As I said, I was in no hurry with
\nher.
\nFinally, I felt my orgasm begin to build, like a gathering
\nstorm, dark and violent. I took her head in my hands, my fingers
\nwrapping themselves in her lovely, long, blonde hair.
\n“I am almost ready to cum, my sweet, cocksucking whore.
\nReady yourself to drink my cum, ” I whispered in a
\ndeep, hard, dark voice.
\nShe tightened her lips and her head moved up and down on
\nmy swelling cock. I pulled her head even faster up and down
\non my cock, I could feel it slamming at the back of her throat,
\ninsistent, wanting to be deeper. My balls tightened and
\nI soon slipped over the edge to ecstasy. With both hands
\ntwisted in her blonde hair, I was still guiding her head
\nup and down on my cock, thrusting my hips, fucking her mouth
\nas my cum began to squirt in thick jets into her eager, waiting,
\nwhore mouth.
\nShe began to swallow, almost gagging from the force of
\nthe cum shooting into her mouth, but she took my cum eagerly,
\nwantonly; she wanted all of it, all of my hot, sticky, pungent
\ncum.
\nAs my orgasm subsided, the pace slowed. I still was guiding
\nher head up and down on my thick, hard cock, but not as forcefully,
\nnot as deeply. She swallowed as much of my thick cum as she
\ncould, but when I looked down, some of my it had leaked from
\nthe corner of her mouth and was running down her chin.
\nAs my cock began to soften, I slipped it out of her mouth.
\nShe tried to hold my cock in her mouth, not wanting to let
\ngo. I took two fingers, and wiped the cum from her chin and
\nplaced it at her lips. She sucked the still hot cum from my
\nfingers hungrily. “Very good my slut, very good, ”
\nI said.
\nShe slumped forward, exhausted. “Thank you, Master,
\nfor the gift of your cum, ” she whispered, “this
\nslut is honored and grateful to nourish herself with your
\ncum.” I smiled and stroked her cheek.
\nAfter a few minutes of luxuriating in the aftermath of
\nmy powerful orgasm, I released her and removed the nipple
\nclips and butt plug. It was 2:00am.
\nWe got in bed, naked. She curled up around me her head on
\nmy chest, lovingly touching my chest and cheek, and whispered
\nsoftly, “Thank you Master, thank you, thank you.”
\nI slipped into sleep with those words in my ears, surrounded
\nby the perfume of her hair and body next to mine.
\nAnd so ended the first day.
\nFORTY HOURS, the second day
\nI awoke around 7:00am, Alexis was still asleep. I don’t
\nneed much sleep, five hours is plenty for me. I decided to
\nlet the slut sleep. She had a busy day, fucked in the cunt,
\nmouth and, for the first time in her virgin ass. I quickly
\nshowered, dressed and left the room to get some coffee,
\na paper and to plot what I would do to her this day. She still
\nhad much to experience and time was running short. Only
\none day left.
\nI finished my coffee, and smiling about the rough outlines
\nof my plan — since you can’t plan everything — I returned
\nto the room around 8:30. Alexis was still sleeping, but
\nnot for long.
\nI pulled the sheet down, exposing her long, lean body to
\nme. I took the wicked flogger in my right hand and whipped
\nher ass, once on each cheek, very quickly, but firmly in
\na figure eight motion. She awoke suddenly and screamed
\nas the knotted ends of the flogger bit into her ass and sent
\na sharp jolt of pain slicing into her sleeping consciousness.
\nA cruel smile crossed my lips.
\nAlexis rolled over quickly and said, involuntarily,
\n“You bastard, ” fully awake now from the sharp,
\nsearing pain.
\n“What did you say?” I said as I leaped onto the
\nbed and with my left hand grabbed her neck in my powerful
\ngrasp. I had her pinned beneath me and her hands grabbed
\nhelplessly at my hand at her throat.
\n“Look at me, ” I commanded. I increased the
\npressure until she knew she was powerless under me.
\nAlexis looked into my eyes and feeling my power relaxed,
\ngiving herself to me. I could see, feel and almost smell
\nher submission.
\n“Now kiss the handle, ” I said softly as I brought
\nthe flogger to her lips, “and tell me what you are to
\nme.” She kissed, licked and sucked the handle of the
\nflogger that had just brought her so much pain almost as
\nif it was my cock. She looked into my eyes and whispered softly,
\n“I am your slave, slut, whore and bitch, Master.”
\n“Yesterday I claimed you, today I use you, ”
\nI said coldly, “are you ready?”
\n“Yes, Master, ” she said as she kept her gaze
\nfixed on my cold, mischievous blue eyes.
\nI almost believed her.
\n“Go shower and ready yourself for me, but do not put
\non any clothes.”
\nShe rose and obeyed. I sat and read the paper, smiling,
\nthinking of what was to come.
\nAbout forty-five minutes later, she emerged, her hair
\ndone, falling in soft blonde cascades down her shoulders
\nalmost to her nipples, light makeup and perfume. She was
\nlovely. And ready to use. “Come kneel and suck my cock
\nslut, as I tell you what is going to happen first.”
\nShe did as commanded, knelt between my legs and began to
\nsuck my cock, caressing it and my balls with both hands,
\nlicking and lapping the now, thick engorged head like a
\nhungry kitten at a bowl of sweet cream.
\n“You will be bound so that you cannot move your arms
\nor legs, then you will be tied to the bed so that you cannot
\nescape. You will have nipple clips attached to your nipples
\nand cunt lips and the butt plug in your ass. I will then put
\ncotton in your ears, gag and blindfold you. And, finally,
\nI will put my little egg vibrator and then the cock shaped
\nvibrator in your cunt.
\nThe little egg will be positioned at your G spot. The egg
\nand cock vibrators must remain in position, or you will
\nbe punished. You will focus on the pain from the clips and
\nplug, and the pleasure from the vibrators. You will cum
\nas many times as you can and to count them. I do not know how
\nlong I will leave you like that. It might be ten minutes,
\nor it might be six hours. I may leave the room at times, or
\nI may just sit and watch you the whole time. You will not know.
\nDo you understand?”
\nI paused for a while to let this sink in, then smiled and
\nsaid, “And if you disobey, you will be punished.”
\nWhen I finished with this explanation, she had stopped
\nsucking my cock and was looking at me with fear, apprehension
\nand desire, wanton, naked, sexual desire. I smiled at her,
\nreached down and tested her shaved, slut cunt. As I expected,
\nshe was dripping.
\n“Lets begin, ” I said, and then bound her exactly
\nas I had just told her I would. As I was bound her, she begged
\nand pleaded for me to stop and then, when she knew I wouldn’t
\nstop, for me not to leave the room. I laughed because whenever
\nI touched her cunt, she was hot and dripping. She loved this
\nand so did I.
\nBefore I gagged her, I asked, “Shall I continue?”
\n“Yes, ” she answered, without esitation.
\nI gagged her, put the cotton in her ears, then looked into
\nher eyes one last time before putting the blindfold on her.
\nI inserted the vibrators, carefully positioning them,
\nthen turned them on. It was 11:30 am when I finished. I was
\npleased with my handiwork. I smiled and sat down to watch.
\nAlexis writhed softly on the bed. I could see her begin
\nto perspire. Little noises, whimpers, moans, sighs, escaped
\nher lips. She began breathing faster, shallower. After
\nabout ten minutes, I saw her hips rise, and it almost seemed
\nas if her cunt were trying to draw the cock vibrator deeper.
\nShe moaned deep in her throat, like an animal, and as her
\nhips writhed
\ninvoluntarily, I knew she was cumming, and cumming hard.
\nI smiled and quietly left the room.
\nI returned about forty-five minutes later, quietly opening
\nthe door. I saw Alexis in the dim light, still writhing on
\nthe bed, moans and whimpers escaping from around the gag,
\nher body covered with sweat, the sheets damp. How many times
\nhad she cum, obeying her Master? Both vibrators were still
\nin place. I smiled.
\nI removed her blindfold, then the cotton from her ears
\nand the gag. She was lost in ecstasy.
\n“Alexis . . . Alexis . . . “I said gently. She
\nslowly opened her eyes, as I removed the vibrators, and
\neven more slowly her eyes focused on me.
\nI began undoing her bindings and asked her, “Are
\nyou OK? Alexis, are you all right?”
\nShe looked at me, dazed at first, but slowly she came into
\nfocus. As she saw me above her, she smiled, “Master,
\noh Master” she sighed. As I loosened her bindings,
\nAlexis threw her arms around my neck and with surprising
\nstrength pulled me close to her. “Master, ”
\nshe said, “what have you done to me, what have you turned
\nme into?”
\nI just smiled and said, “You know, now tell me.”
\n“Your slave, slut, whore and bitch, ” she
\nsaid, convincingly, with a satisfied smile on her face.
\n“And how many times did you cum, my little slut whore?”
\nI asked with a bemused smile.
\n“Master, this slut whore lost count at about 15 times,
\nthey just became so intense, they seemed to blend one into
\nthe next, ” she replied, sheepishly. “Are you angry with
\nme, Master?” she asked plaintively.
\n“No, you did very well, slut. Now go get cleaned up and dressed, ”
\nI said, “Wear a short dress or skirt, the rest is up
\nto you, and walking shoes. Lets see some of this wonderful
\ncity!”
\nAlexis wore a short, red and white haltertop sun dress
\nand white sandals. She looked lovely and the black patent
\nleather and rhinestone collar went well with her outfit.
\nWe played tourist the rest of the afternoon.
\nFisherman’s Wharf, Coit Tower, Golden Gate Bridge
\nand Park, the Aquarium, and
\nChinatown. There is no more beautiful city than San Francisco.
\nThroughout the day, I would occasionally touch her wet
\ncunt or her ass, pinch her nipples, or have her touch and
\nstroke my cock. I would do these things while others could
\nsee, could watch her reactions, her humiliation, her submission.
\nAround 6pm we ended up in North Beach with an appetite.
\nI took her to a wonderful Italian restaurant, Cafe Sport.
\nWe again had a delightful meal, I had Cioppino, San Francisco’s
\nsignature dish, a seafood stew with Dungeness crab, clams,
\nmussels, fish all in a garlic, tomato broth with toasted
\ngarlic bread. Alexis had pasta with a Bolognese sauce.
\nFeeling relaxed and sated, we returned to the hotel around
\n8pm.
\nAs we entered the room, a very deviant thought entered
\nmy mind. “Alexis, take off all of your clothes, but
\nleave your collar on, ” I commanded. “The evening
\nis not over yet, we are going to go to a club called Lush. It
\nis a swingers club. I will have others use you while I watch.
\nBut first I will use you and test your submission.”
\nShe was now naked, “Master, I am yours to use, use this
\nslut as you please, ” she answered.
\nI took a leather thong and attached it to her collar and
\nthen led her to the bathroom. “Get in the Jacuzzi and
\nkneel, ” I commanded in a dark voice.
\nShe obeyed, a puzzled look on her face. I quickly undressed
\nand got in the Jacuzzi too, standing over her.
\n“Tell me what you are to me.”
\n“I am your slave, slut, whore and bitch, Master, ”
\nshe replied quickly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yes Master I glanced at my watch again, quarter-to-five on Friday afternoon. Her plane is late. It was scheduled to arrive at four, but some damned delay — it seems like every flight is delayed these days — and now she arrives at five. That only gives me forty hours to make her my slave … <\/p>\n