I've got no soul to sell.
You can have my everything.
I want to fuck you like an animal.
The song that describes the most secret parts of myself rings in my ears. I am to meet my master. Tonight.
I have been on this mundane intercity bus all day. Going all this way, from one metropolis to another, smelling stale urine and fast food. I meditate to medieval hymns as the old man behind me rants about sports and politics. I could as well have been on a donkey or a private jet, in my current mindset.
I think of his blue eyes. His promises. He has told me he worries what I will be able to endure. With my virgin, 19 year old body, I had never kissed a man, never mind been anyone's slave. but how I have dreamed, imagined this day. It is all I have ever wanted, since before I fully understood what the dreams meant.
I glance at my reflection in the window. My breasts are small, but my face has a haunting beauty with large piercing hazel eyes and perfect, full lips. My brown curls fall to my waist. His dryad, his little forest nymph. But now the bus is pulling into the station.
I get off the bus, collect my luggage. My hands are shaking with fear and anticipation. I look around the terminal. Where is he? He stands head and shoulders above most people. But I don't see him. Suddenly, he strides through the passage into the terminal. His eyes, just as I remembered, twinkling with mischief.
I run to him, drop my bags. He enfolds me in his strong arms, against his broad chest. I can hear his heart, pumping nearly as quickly as mine. He guides my chin up into my first kiss. "Come on, lets get back home," he whispers. I only nod, as I follow him to the car. My body quivers the whole ride to his beautiful house, while his hand drifts up and down my inner thigh.
When I get out of the car, he scoops me into his arms and carries me into the house, past an immaculate and beautiful kitchen and den, into the bedroom. He lays me on his bed, kisses me deeply.
"I am yours, master," I breathe to him. I see the light flash in his eyes. His hand moves to my throat, pressing my jugular veins with his thumb and forefinger. My head rolls back in ecstasy as my world begins to spin. This is all it takes, I will do anything for this man. He lets go, and I am drunk on my own blood. I bury my face in the pelt of his chest, I am in love with the euphoria, it seems to last forever. I feel him leave me, as I lay in my reverie.
He returns, and covers my eyes with a blindfold. I feel him grasp my wrist, a cold loop of metal closes over it, and it is pulled toward the head of the bed, fastened there. My other hand follows suit. Helpless, blind, I yearn for his touch, though I can feel his presence.
I feel his tongue, wet and rough, on my nipple. Slowly, he licks trails and circles on one breast and then the other. He sucks on one nipple, nibbles lightly. I feel a strange sensation, wetness over most of my breast, then pain. I realize he has sucked my breast into his mouth, and clamped down!
My back arches into this perverse pleasure-pain. I open my mouth wide and moan. Two of his fingers are immediately invading my mouth, pulling my cheek and jaw painfully downwards. In my half-dreaming state, I resist. I bite back. He smacks my face.
"Oh, you think you're going to be a little brat? You are mine, princess. Every on of your little virgin holes. I'll teach you a lesson you're never going to forget."
With that he grabs my ankles and forces my legs up, so that my knees are against my ears, and my ass has rolled up off of the mattress. He holds my legs there with one arm, and I think I know what is coming. On cue, his big hand hits an ass cheek. Then the other cheek is assaulted. Over and over, he hits me, as I yelp and eventually scream with every blow. Yet I have never felt so good in my life. All too soon the flurry of blows ceases, but he doesn't let go of my legs. I wonder what further punishment he has in store for me.
Suddenly, I feel something poking against my asshole. It pushes against me hard, and I realize what is happening. He is trying to take my virgin ass with his dick, and dry to boot! As one final push gets him inside me, I scream from the intense, sharp pain he has caused. He gives me no time to recover, though, as he begins to thrust his thick member in and out. My ass clenches in protest, causing waves of pain to wrack my body. Tears are soaking the blindfold that shuts me out of th world. Soon, though, my body beings to lubricate, and the pain disappears. My screams turn to moans, as I become privy to this new pleasure, this fullness, that I am experiencing. Each of his thrusts pushes more of the air out of my lungs, and I moan in profound pleasure.
His growls, in time, begin to join my moans. I feel droplets of his sweat fall on my forehead, and I open my mouth wide to receive them, tasting him, taking in all of my master that I can. His thrusts come more earnestly, and I grunt as the air is pushed from my body. My arms ache as they my entire body is tugged to and fro by his fury. As his movements come to a crescendo, I feel him burst inside me, his warm fluid collecting, trapped within. His frenzied movements slow, and his body relaxes on top of me, trapping me, and leaving me breathless.
He slips out of my deflowered ass, and leaves me blindfolded and cuffed to the headboard. My mind returns to me, somewhat, and I begin to wonder where he has gone. I am desperate for more of his attentions, and I worry that he will leave me alone here, cooling on his bed.
I am not to be disappointed, though, as I hear him reenter the room. I can feel his presence above me, and I imagine that he is admiring my bound, naked, young body.
I feel a new sensation, as his hands spread my thighs and his goatee tickles my pussy. His tongue flicks out of his mouth to touch my clit, and my whole body jumps. He is in no mood to linger, though, and he gets right to work, alternately licking my clit with long, hard strokes, and tongue-fucking my pussy. This is the most intensely pleasurable sensation I have ever experienced, and though I know nothing of the pleasures of the flesh other than what I am learning with him tonight, I sense that he is more talented in the art of cunnilingus than most men, and probably many gay women as well. His tongue twirls on my pussy, and he sucks my labia and clit into his mouth as well. My back arches as he nibbles, and I feel my orgasm approaching. He feels it too, and so he redoubles his efforts, and grabs my tits hard, twisting my nipples, making me scream.
I feel my orgasm erupt from deep within me, more profound than any I had yet experienced by my own hand. My body arches up into his face again and again, as he continues his assault on my pussy, and I cry "master" to him repeatedly. I feel my wetness trail down my ass crack, and I imagine he must be covered in it as well. As if reading my mind, he lifts his head and removes my blindfold, so that I see my juices glistening on his beard and lips, almost overtaking the twinkle in his eye. He kisses me again, tenderly, and I can taste my sweet juices in him.
My master unlocks my cuffs, and pulls me into his embrace. "My child, come rest with me tonight, we will continue your training tomorrow." I lay for a while after he has fallen asleep, listening to his breathing, and wondering at all the pleasure he has introduced me to. There is no question that I will do anything for my master, as I trust he knows what is best for me. I look forward to all that he has left to teach me, as my consciousness gives way to a deep, satisfying slumber.
