She finally sat down at the computer. The husband was off to work, kids off to school, or playing quietly. Logging onto the Internet, she checked her mail. "Oh, good," she thought, "A new one from Master." For about the last six months she had been having a cyber affair with an older man who lived three thousand miles across the country. They had developed a master / slave relationship that allowed her to, at least in the cyber world, live out her submissive fantasies. She opened the latest letter and read:
little one,
As we have talked about for a while, it is time to take our relationship to the next level. In two days hence I shall be in your city. Now you have a choice to make. I will be in the restaurant at the corner of First and Main, at nine o''clock for breakfast. You can do one of three things. You can leave me to eat my breakfast by myself, whereupon we may continue our cyber relationship as before.
Or,
You can meet me just for breakfast, we can talk as friends, and again continue as before.
Or,
You can meet me for breakfast, dressed in the white mini dress we have discussed, wearing your black satin choker. If this is your choice, we will have breakfast and then return to my hotel room where you will truly learn what it is like to be my slave.
In two days,
Master M
She sat back in her chair, staring at the screen, thoughts racing. "Here? He's coming here? In two days? Oh. My. God. What should I do? At least I have some time to think this over... "
She went though the rest of the day lost in thought, dealing with things, kids, dinner, etc., as they came up. By bedtime she had at least partly made up her mind. The next morning she called a good friend and made arrangements for her to watch the kids...
He sat in the restaurant, nervously playing with his coffee cup. Every minute of so he would check his watch, again. "A Master is not nervous." He told himself. "Ya, right. Sure he isn't." He sat in a booth in the far corner of the restaurant. One from which he could see the people as they approached the hostess, yet it was far enough back that in general other people wouldn't see him. Each time someone came in he would look up to see if it was she. Another glance at his watch. "9:07, if she isn't here by quarter after I guess I'll order." Movement caught his eye. At the hostess counter was a lady in a white dress, a short white dress. He watches as the hostess pointed in his direction. As the lady walked toward him he could see the black choker that had been hidden by her long hair. He stood as she approached the table.
"Good morning, little one."
"Good morning,... Master"
He motioned for her to sit opposite him at the table, and sat back down himself.
"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come."
"Oh, I decided to come fairly quickly. But I couldn't decide what to wear until the last minuet that is why I am late. I hope you can forgive me for that."
"Given the choice you have made, and the circumstances you had to make it under, it is forgivable, this time. Before we really get started would you like to review the "rules" we have talked about in the past?"
She sat there playing with the silverware and nodded. He could tell she was very nervous about what she was about to commit to.
"Excuse me, sir, but would you and the lady like to order breakfast?" They both started and looked up at the waitress. He glanced at "the lady" across the table and then ordered for the both of them, as if to set the scene from the beginning. When the waitress left, he cleared his throat.
"You know that if you where to become a true slave it would take weeks of training. But we don't have the luxury of that much time. You have told me that you want to experience the things a slave would. And this you shall. But without the proper training it is going to take much more control, on your part, than it would ordinarily. Do you remember the safe word and safe sign?"
"Yes, I do. The safe word is my name and if I am gaged or can't speak for any reason the safe sign is the "finger," with both hands if possible."
"Good. Normally training would start fairly lightly, punishments would be relatively light at first, working up in intensity. The best way to find a person's limits, and push them back is to work up to them. A whipping that will send a seasoned slave to near orgasm would cause a new one to use the safe word before the second stroke. We have the added complication of being very careful not to leave any marks that would be questioned. But if you are truly willing, we can work around these. Because this is not a "real" training session, we will change the use of the safe word a little. Instead of ending the session as would be usual, we will stop what we are doing and discuss what has happened and decide weather to go on from there. But, I do pride myself on being able to read people well enough that I don't think you will use the safe word. Is this agreeable? Do you have any questions?"
"N...no, not really. You're going to treat me, as much as possible, as it I where your true slave. And I will try my best to be a good slave! I'm sure I can take it, I WANT to take it! But just one thing. We agreed, remember, no hot wax?"
He chuckled a little. "That is a perfect example of the limits I was talking about. You will willingly submit to nipple clamps which will hurt, but you cannot accept the idea that hot wax would hurt less, or might even be pleasurable. But, as we agreed, no hot wax. How much time do we have before you are expected home?"
"I will not be expected until late tonight, midnight, or even later. Everyone thinks I'm in another town discussing a possible teaching position there."
"Very good. Then are you ready to start? Remember from now on you must call me Master, or Sir, whenever you talk to me. And you must not talk unless addressed. You will not have an orgasm unless I give you permission. If you do, it will result in punishment. And the safe word is not to be used to stop the stimulation if you are going to have an orgasm, only if there is something wrong, or it hurts too much."
She looked at him and took a deep breath, "I... I'm ready...Sir."
"Very well, then we have started. The first thing I want you to do is to take your panties off and hand them to me. Now."
"Now? Here?" She looked around wildly.
"Here and now! And you have just earned your first punishment. You questioned me, you spoke out of turn, and you didn't call me Sir. I will keep track of your transgressions while we are in public and punish you later. Now, your panties!"
She took another quick look around and realized that no one could really see her where she sat. she reached under her dress and moving from side to side managed to slip her panties off. Wadding them into a ball she passed them across to him, eyes down cast. He opened the balled up panties and held them up to look at them.
"Nice, I have always liked white lace." He put the panties on his coat pocket. Reaching down to the seat beside him he handed a wrapped box to her. "You will go to the ladies room. There you will open this box and use what you find in it. You will come back to the table with it still in place. This is to prepare you for things to come later."
Well aware that her dress was quite short, and that there was nothing else covering her now, she slipped out of the booth and picked up the box.
"Yes Master. I will be right back."
He watched her as she walked away, admiring the sway of her ass, thinking that this was going to be quite a day, for her and him.
Reaching the ladies room she locked herself into a stall and opened the box. There where two things in it. A soft silicon rubber butt plug and a bottle of lubricant. She took the plug from the box, and although it was a bit smaller than average, to her it looked huge. "This will never fit in me!" she thought. But this was one of the things she wanted to explore, never having had anyone pay any attention to her "back door." She took out the bottle of lubricant and spread some on her fingers. Putting one foot up on the toilet she reached between her legs and worked some of it into her ass. She worked at it until she had one slippery finger in herself to the second knuckle. Pulling her finger out, he then rubbed lubricant over the plug. She then put the tip of the plug against her ass and started pushing. The very tip penetrated fairly easily, but the plug got quickly larger. By the time she had the widest part of it into the ring of muscle she thought she would rip. Then the widest part passed the muscle and the plug slipped into her until the flared base stopped it. Her ass had never felt so full. But at the same time it felt strangely good. The thought struck her as she took her foot down, "How the hell am I going to walk with this thing in me?" She just knew that everyone would be able to see how her ass was stretched around this thing. But knowing her Master and the rest of the day was waiting she left the ladies room and walked as normal as she could.
When she returned to the table he stood and motioned her to sit back where she had been. Sitting with the plug in was interesting to say the least. She was a bit surprised when he slid in beside her instead of on the other side as before. When he was next to her he took the table cloth and arranged it so it covered her lap up to her waist. Under the table cloth he placed his hand on her leg and moved it up.
"Let me see that it is in place."
She parted her legs letting him slide his hand up. His fingers probed up her thigh and followed the crease of her leg down to her ass. He ran his finger around the base of the plug, pressing on the center of it, making her jump a little. He than ran his fingers up the outer lips of her vagina feeling them starting to open to the stimulation.
Suddenly his hand was gone. "Finally," He said, "our food is here."
She looked up to see the waitress approaching with a tray of food, which she placed before them. After refilling their coffee cups she said "Enjoy" and left.
"That was close." She said.
"That's two." He said quietly. "You where not addressed. If you where a slave in training you would quickly learn that I would never do anything in public to embarrass myself, or my slave. I am always very aware of what is going around me and if others can see anything of not. That is one of the duties of a Master. Also a slave in training would not go out in public until she had learned that she could trust me. Now eat, you are going to need your strength later."
He served her generous helpings from the selections before them and they both set to eating. It wasn't long however before she felt his hand on her leg again. He moved it quickly back up to the junction of her legs. There his fingers started exploring and teasing her. His fingers first stroked softly along her outer lips, up one side, down the other. As he felt them opening, he started caressing her inner lips. He would move down one side, circling just below her opening, then back up the other side, only to stop short of her clitoris. This attention soon had her squirming in her seat. She was struggling not to outwardly show that anything was happening.
He tilted his head close to hers, "You're starting to get very wet," He quietly said.
Eyes downcast to her plate, she answered, "I'm sorry Master. I.. I can't help it."
"We'll have to do something about this. We can't have you walking out of here with a wet stain on the back of your dress, now can we?"
His hand left her and reached into his coat pocket to pull out her panties. She wondered if he would let her go to the bathroom to put them on, or if she was going to have to struggle with them at the table. As it turned out, it was neither. Sliding his hand back under the table cloth and her dress he took one corner of the panties and pushed them inside of her! He worked slowly at it until the small garment was completely inside of her.
He grinned at her as he continued his teasing, "There, that ought to fix that problem."
More than once she hovered at the edge of an orgasm, but he always backed off of the stimulation each time just before she went over that edge. After a time that was both too long and too short, breakfast was finished, the bill paid, and they were leaving the restaurant. They agreed that it would be best for her to follow him to the hotel in her own car. He showed her his rental car and led the way.
The hotel was one of the nicest ones near the airport. His room was in one corner on the top floor. As they rode the elevator to the top floor he reached behind her and played with the plug still imbedded in her ass, sending shivers though her. While they walked down the hall to his room, he explained that he not only taken the top corner room, but he also had the only room next to it. This way they didn't have to worry about any noise that might escape though the walls. When they entered the room, she looked around. It was a mini suite, two large beds, table and chairs, a walk in closet, a couch and though another door, she saw the bathroom. The only things that showed anyone had been there was a large black case on one bed, and at each corner of the door to the closet was a clamp, the type you would hang an exercise bar, or a baby swing on. He walked to the far bed, where the case was, and unlatched it.
"Come here," he commanded. "We must dress you appropriately." When she was standing in front of him, he told her, "Strip!"
She jumped, startled at the command. For the first time she realized that he was the Master, and he was in complete control. She reached behind her, unzipped her dress and pulled it off over her head. She started to fold it and was looking for a place to put it when he took it from her and tossed it in the corner. She bit her lip to keep from saying anything and unhooked her bra. He took it also and tossed it after the dress. As she stood naked before him, she unconsciously tried to cover herself with her hands.
"Stand straight! Hands to your sides. You have nothing to hide from me. Before we are done, I will know every inch of your body."
She straightened up and tried to hold her hands still at her sides. Her eyes downcast, not being able to look at him in her embarrassment. He turned to the case on the bed and removed a stiff leather collar. It was about two inches wide and had four steel rings attached to it. Instead of a buckle it had a small lock to close it.
"Take that choker off too. We must put a proper collar on you." He put the collar around her neck and locked it, putting the key in his pocket. The small lock dangled in the hollow of her neck, cold against her skin. Turning to the case, he took out four more rings of leather. He put one around each wrist and each ankle. Each of these cuffs had two steel rings attached to it.
"Now you are dressed as a slave in training should be. This is all you would wear during your training. You have had that plug in you for about two hours now, haven't you?"
"Y... yes sir... Master." With all that had been happening she had forgotten about the plug, her body having adjusted to its intrusion.
"Hummm, I think it's time to take that one out then." Reaching into the case again he pulled out another plug, this one bigger.
Her eyes widened and she whispered, "Oh, god, no."
SMACK!! The shape of his hand reddened on her ass.
"You NEVER tell me no! We discussed this. No is not in a slave's vocabulary. Now bend over and put your face on the other bed!"
Turning away from him she did as she was commanded. Her face as red as her ass, which was now stuck in the air in front of his face. She felt the plug being pulled on. It resisted at first, then slid from her. Before the muscles could contract, she felt the new one being pushed into her. He worked at it slowly, inching it past the tight ring of muscle. She thought that there was no way it could fit in her when she felt the ridge slip into her, leaving the base of the plug against her ass as the thick stem of the plug held her open.
"Stand up and turn around."
When she did, she saw that he had a long piece of light rope, and several quick clips. He took her wrists and clipped them together. Then he clipped them to the ring on the front of the collar. Picking up the rope, he tied it around her waist. Positioning the knot in back of her he then brought the long ends of the rope between her legs. Each was carefully run just inside of her outer lips then pulled tightly and tied to the waist line. These ropes pulled her pussy wide open. He then took another, lighter, rope and tied several knots closely together on it. This rope he tied to the one around her waist at the front, readjusting it several times. He then passed it between her legs, right though her pussy. Pulling it very tight he tied it behind her. As he was tying this knot she realized that the knots where right on her clit. Every time she moved in the slightest these knots would rub her there. He un-clipped her hands, pulled them behind her and re-clipped them together.
"We are almost finished dressing you. One more thing and we can begin your punishment for your discretions at breakfast."
From the case, he produced a pair of nipple clamps. The tweezers type with a chain connecting them. She moaned slightly at the sight of them. Placing one on her nipple, he ran the tension ring about half way up the clip. She gasped and tried to pull back slightly as the clip bit into her. Taking the other, he put it on her other nipple, running the ring up on it too. She felt two sensations. One, pain, shot to her brain. The other, pleasure(?), shot straight to her groin. If her panties weren't still stuffed in her pussy, she knew her juices would be running down her legs. He leaned back and looked at her.
"You're uneven." Reaching out, he tightened the first clip slightly. "No, still uneven. We must get this right." The other clip was tightened. Before she realized it, he had tightened the clips almost to their max. "Isn't it amazing what you can take when it's done slowly enough? Now, one final touch." Taking a short piece of light chain, he hooked the middle of the chin between the clips to the ring of the collar, pulling it just tight enough that there was a slight pressure pulling up on her nipples. Whenever she moved in the slightest, the clips would tug on her nipples. She was now receiving constant stimulation both top and bottom.
"Now," he said, "It's time for your punishment." He led her to the closet door. He un-clipped her hands and clipped each one to the clamps on the upper corners of the doorway. Spreading her legs, he clipped them to the lower clamps. Going back to his case, he produced a leather paddle. It was about twelve inches long, and three wide. It also had several large holes on the "working" end. He held it up where she could see it.
"You where a very bad girl at breakfast. We will start out with ten swats with the paddle. You will count each one out loud. If you miss counting any, you will receive an extra to make up for each missed one." He then stepped back behind her. She waited tensely for the blows. She felt a touch on her ass and jumped. But it was just his hand, stroking her gently. He ran his fingers lightly across her ass.
"Such soft, smooth skin. It should redden very nicely." Swish, Smack! The paddle caught her square on the left cheek. While it didn't really hurt, it startled her, and she lunged forward against her restraints. The movement causing the clips to pull on her nipples and the knots to rub her clit. Though all this she suddenly remembered.
"Wa.. wa.. one!"
The remaining nine swats came at random intervals, striking different parts of her ass. Her body was total enveloped in sensations, from tits, to clitoris, to ass. Yet despite it all she remembered to count each and every one. When he was finished, her ass was sore, but she was very close to orgasm. So close she wished he would keep on.
"Very good," he told her. "But I think you where enjoying that just a little too much for it to be a punishment. The next "level" of punishment is the crop. The paddle is used mostly for play, the crop can be used for play or serious punishment. You have done very well so far, do you wish to continue?"
"Yes, Master, I do. I want to know, to experience, it all."
"Good. We will have to add one more thing then." He produced a ball gag and fitted it to her. Her jaw stretched wide around the rubber ball. "This will let you scream if you want, as well as give you something to bite down on." He then stepped around in front of her. He held a riding crop. This was about three feet long, wrapped in leather, with a pair of leather flaps at the end. "The crop can be used for pleasure and teasing, or painful punishment." He ran the flaps on the end around her breasts, stroking them lightly at first, then slapping them gently. He then ran the tip of the crop down, across her belly, lower, along her inner thigh. Bringing it up between her legs, he rubbed the shaft of it against the rope covering her clit. She closed her eyes and released a low moan. Then, with a snap of his wrist, he brought the tip up against her spread pussy with a sharp "crack" of the leather flaps against her skin. Her eyes snapped open and she gave a groan against the gag.
"That was just to remind you that you had better not cum without permission. You almost did, didn't you?"
She moaned again slightly and nodded her head.
Stepping back behind her, he explained, "There are two ways to use the crop for punishment. First, just the tips." She heard a swoosh, then a sharp crack! At the same time she felt a sting on her butt. Another, swoosh, crack! on the other side. "Or, you can use the shaft." A line of pain bloomed on her left ass cheek, then on her right. "Finally, a combination." On her right cheek she felt the bite of the shaft, and on the left the sting of the tip. This HURT!! More than she expected, but not enough to make her want to quit, and she was still getting pleasure from her nipples and clit. She knew she could take this, and more.
He stepped back in front of her. "Lastly, for a slave in need of severe punishment, there is the cane. A proper cane is made of bamboo, but they are very hard to come by these days. I have found this to be an adequate substitute."
Her eyes widened as she looked at what he was holding up. From a black leather handle it extended about three feet. It was made of clear, hard plastic, about three quarters of an inch square, and twisted like a candy cane.
"When nothing else has worked, a slave will get a taste of this. I usually only have to use it once. So, before I use it on you, are you sure you wish to continue?"
She looked at the cane for a moment, took a very deep breath and then nodded.
"Very well," he said, "but remember your safe sign."
As he moved back around behind her, she tried to prepare herself. She could do this! She would do this! She braced herself, pulling the muscles of her ass tight. She thought she was ready...
PAIN!! HOT, WHITE, PAIN!! More than she ever expected. There was no pleasure here, this was truly punishment. She bit down hard on the ball gag. In the seconds between the first and second blows she thought, "I will do this! I won't quit, and he can't make me cry out!" With the second blow she wasn't as sure about that. On the third and fourth, she screamed against the gag. With the last, she merely whimpered, hanging loose from her bindings. She wasn't thinking any more, just feeling. Though the haze she realized he was undoing her hands, then helping her to the bed, to lie down on her front. As she lie there crying, and the haze lifted, she became aware of a soft, cooling feeling on her ass. She looked around to see him very gently rubbing a salve on her ass. Whatever it was quickly took the sting out, leaving a rather pleasant warmth.
"You have done exceptionally well. I truly didn't expect it to get this far. You have done so well that it's time for a reward. First though, turn on your side, we should get those clips off of you."
As she rolled over she realized she had forgotten all about the clips. She half expected him to just pull them off, so she was startled when he gently slid the tension rings down. The blood rushed back into her nipples making them tingle, almost hurt. She gingerly felt them, amazed at the sensitivity.
"Remember, you're not to cum until I give you permission to. But don't worry, I'm going to very soon." He gently took her hands and pulling them behind her back, he clipped them together. He then slid his hands down her sides to the rope around her waist. This he untied and removed from her. He took some of the salve and began rubbing it on the lips of her pussy which where slightly chafed from the ropes. His fingers found her clit and rubbed salve into it too. Her hips started moving under his hand as she moaned against the ball gag.
"Not yet." He told her, as he gently teased her closer and closer to the edge. He slid his fingers down to her opening, and slipped one in.
"Time for this to come out, I think." the questing finger found and hooked the panties that had been her since the restaurant. He started pulling them out, one little tug at a time. When he had enough out, he pulled them up so they where rubbing directly on her clit. When the panties where about half out, he leaned close to her ear. "Now!" and with a slow smooth pull he pulled them out of her and across her sensitive clit. The orgasm that had been denied for so long hit her. It rolled from her clit to her nipples and back, gathering strength each time. She screamed against the gag, this time in ecstacy. Her eyes where closed tightly, while her body shuddered. Each movement sending another wave of pleasure though her. Gradually the shudders subsided and she lie still on the bead. As she caught her breath she realized that he had released her hands and removed the gag. She looked up and saw him sitting on the side of the bed watching her.
"Welcome back." he said with a soft smile. "You look like you rather enjoyed that."
"Ummmmmm, yes," she said, stretching out on the bed. "I'm sure that was the best ever orgasm I've ever had. Oh, shit, I mean, yes Master."
He chuckled quietly, "After that, you're allowed a slip or two. Are you ready to continue, or do you need to rest a bit first?"
"No, Master, I'm ready."
"Good then. Kneel here in front of me. Your hands are to be in your lap, you are not to remove them from there until I tell you to. You may do anything with them you want, as long as they stay in your lap. And remember, you are not to cum unless I give you permission."
She knelt down and placed her hands as instructed. Thinking about his instructions, she realized that there was nothing to keep her from playing with herself if she wanted to, as long as she was careful. He stepped back from her and started to disrobe. She sighed slightly as his shirt came off. He had told her that he had a hairy chest, but she didn't expect a bear rug. It was wonderful. He sat down to take off his shoes and socks, and unfastened his pants. As he stood again, he slid pants and under shorts down in one swoop. As he straightened up she saw his cock at about half mast. Interesting, she thought, as she looked at him. The thick hair of his chest continued down to his pubic area, but stopped about an inch from his cock. His cock and balls where completely clean. Now, this should be fun, she thought. Her hands twitched as she started to raise them to feel the skin of his balls, but she remembered in time. He stepped closer to her, bent and took her face gently between his hands. Leaning closer, he kissed her, a deep demanding kiss. As he did so, he slid his hands around to the back of her head. When he broke the kiss and stood up again he had her hair gathered at the back of her head, and was holding it in one hand. With his other hand he rubbed the head of his cock across her lips. She could smell the musk of him. Her mouth opened and he slid his cock in. Controlling her head with his hand in her hair, he slowly pumped his cock oi and out of her mouth, a little deeper each time until he hit the back of her throat. When she gagged slightly he quickly drew back. She could feel his cock hardening in her mouth, getting stiffer and larger. Just as she was getting used to his tempo, he pulled all the way out. His cock stood straight up from his loins. He guided her mouth to his balls. The tongue flicked out to taste and caress the soft skin. She opened her mouth and gently sucked one of them in. Sucking on it and running her tongue all around it. He pulled the first free, shifted and she repeated this with the other one. As he pulled away from her again, she took the chance and spoke.
"Master? Please let me try to take you all the way down. I can do it. I know I can."
He looked down at her for a moment, and she wondered if he was going to strike her for speaking. Instead he placed his cock back into her mouth and slowly pushed it in. She then realized that his grip in her hair was looser, allowing her some movement of her own. When he reached the back of her throat, he paused. She took a deep breath and pushed herself forward. As she felt him hitting the back of her throat, she swallowed quickly and hard. But this time her gag reflex got the better of her and she had to back off. Breathing though her nose, she caught her breath to try again. Another deep breath, she pushed a little faster and harder. She was rewarded by feeling the head of his cock slip deep into her throat. Doubly rewarded by the gasp he let out feeling the muscles of her throat around him. She keep swallowing, making the muscles massage him until she could no longer hold her breath. Again she moved back, holding him just in her mouth. When she took another deep breath and pushed forward again, this time much easier. Again she held him there until she needed air. Another deep breath, but this time when she started forward, she felt his hand tighten in her hair, not to keep her back, but to pull her to him. This time he imbedded his cock in her throat. She moaned around him. Yes! She wanted to scream, yes, that's it, make me do it, use me! Fuck my mouth, my throat! Guiding her by her hair he did just that, pulling almost all the way out, and then all the way in. He seemed to sense when she needed air, or even to rest a little. But is wasn't too long before she felt his cock starting to get even larger and harder.
"Oh, god," she thought, "he's going to cum in my mouth, my throat even!" She could feel the pulsing of his cock as the first jets of cum shot directly down her throat. He pulled back as he came and filled her mouth with the rest of it. She swallowed as hard and fast as she could, not wanting to miss any of it. It was sweet and salty at the same time. He stayed in her mouth for several minutes after he was finished, letting her suck gently on him. As he pulled back from her, she saw that he was still mostly hard.
"That was just to take the edge off. There is much more to come." he told her. "Stay right there until I tell you."
He moved to the bed and started arranging things. He put the case in the center, closed. He then put a pillow over it taking care that the edges where covered. He then walked around the bed and pulled out ropes that where tied to the frame of the bed.
"Come over here." he commanded. " Lie with your belly on the case here, and reach up with your hands."
As she did so, he took each hand and tied it so that the arm was pulled straight. He then tied each leg so it was pulled toward the side of the bed. When he was finished, she was helpless, ass in the air, completely exposed. She could feel the cool air on the heated lips of her vagina.
" all women are beautiful, like flowers, and like flowers all are different. You are one of the prettiest, my dear."
She felt him get onto the bed behind her, felt his hands caress her ass, and down her legs. She could feel his weight shifting and wondered what he was doing. Then she felt his hot breath on her nether regions. His hot tongue probed into her, tasting her. It slid down one side of her, circled her clitoris and back up the other, probing into her again.
"Remember, you are not to cum with out permission."
She was nearly out of her mind, how in the hell was she going to keep from cumming with him doing that?!?!
His tongue probed her again, and this time went straight down the center of her. She shuddered as he touched her clit again. She would never last at this rate! He gently licked and nibbled at her for a few minutes more, always quitting before she went over the edge. She felt him shifting on the bed again. This time she felt something hard and so very hot touch her. As it forced it's way into her she knew it was his cock. He was fucking her. As his hardness filled her, she buried her face in the bed and moaned. He filled her to the end, full of hot flesh, paused, and started to withdraw.
"Damn, this thing is in the way." She felt a tugging at her ass and realized he was pulling out the plug that she had forgotten completely about. As it came out, she felt the muscles there relaxing, contracting back to normal.
At first he set up a slow, steady rhythm, pushing all the way in, and almost totally out. She was so wet he slid in her with no trouble at all. Then he started throwing hard, fast thrusts in, slamming into her unexpectedly. With his balls slapping her clit with each stroke she was getting closer and closer to the edge. When he reached down and pinched her clit, that was it! She came hard and uncontrollably. Shaking as though to throw him off. But he stayed with her, buried fully in her until she settled down.
"You know you just came without permission, don't you." He slowly pulled back out of her. "You know that deserves to be punished, don't you." He wasn't asking, he was stating.
She buried her face in the bed, "oh, shit, what is he going to do to me now?" she thought.
"Your punishment is going to be so bad, so vile, so degrading, that most women would faint rather than think of it."
She knew deep inside that he wouldn't hurt, but what was he going to do? He untied her ankles and moved the case a bit, looked at her and them added another pillow to it. He then moved the ropes up the her knees, pulling them toward the case and very far apart, almost uncomfortably so. Her ass was now high in the air, and she had never been spread so far open before. She was trembling slightly as she waited for his move. She could hear him behind her, moving things, picking things, and putting them down. What was it going to be, the paddle? The crop? Not the cane, please. Had he brought a flogger? But, wasn't there a teasing tone to his voice, he didn't sound upset, of disappointed, like before.
He got back on the bed behind her. She felt him place one hand in the middle of her back. She halfway braced herself expecting him to spank her with his hand. Instead she felt something pressing against her ass hole. Pressing harder, slipping in. It was much more blunt than the plugs, and it was hot. His cock! He was fucking her ass!. She felt herself stretch wider accepting the head, the ring of muscle closing behind it. He pressed harder, forcing himself deeper into her. Because of the plugs, it didn't hurt at all. He was able to push himself all the way into her, until his balls rested on her pussy, in one smooth thrust.
She had never felt so full! It was like it filled her entire being. She could feel his heat, and the throbbing of his pulse. He waited for a few minutes, letting her get used to him. But before he started moving she started to try to wiggle her ass as of to say, "So do it already!"
As before he set up a slow steady rhythm. He was enjoying the feel of her ass as much as she was. He would pull out to the head and back in. At this point it was hard to tell who was enjoying it more. She keep trying to shake her ass to get him to speed up. She kept up a steady moaning into the bed, beyond words. He pulled completely free of her. Then squirting more lube on both of them he plunged quickly back in.
"Is this what you wanted? Is this what you have been waiting for? You like a hard cock up your ass?" He grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her head up. "Tell me, slut! Is this what you want?"
"Yes!!" she wailed, "Yes, yes, fill me! Fuck me!"
He pulled back, just barely in her. "What do you want, slut? Tell me or you won't get it."
"Fuck me!" she cried, "fuck me hard!"
"Where do you want it? Tell me!"
She was reduced practically to sobs, "My ass, Master, please, fuck my ass!"
With this he rammed his full length into her and started fucking her hard and fast. Her head was rolling back and forth on the bed, her breath coming in short gasps. He could feel his own orgasm approaching. He reached around her and started pinching and playing with her clit. He leaned close to her ear and simply said, "cum".
She felt him cumming too, the hot sperm jetting into her ass, his cock pulsing in her. Her body locked in spasm. Her whole world went white, then faded to black as she passed into petite morti.
She finally sat down at the computer. The husband was off to work, kids off to school, or playing quietly. Logging onto the Internet, she checked her mail. She didn't expect anything from Master, she knew he was traveling homeward today, so she was surprised to find a note from him.
Little one,
You have great potential. It will be a very lucky master if you ever decide to devote your self to the life style. I must tell you that I enjoyed our time together very much, as I know you did. If things work out, perhaps we can meet again some time. One never knows what life may bring one.
As always,
Your Master.
He sat back in the plane, thinking. If only she wasn't so far away, or if she where free of obligations. He was quite taken with this one. Maybe...
