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 until I put
her on the plane back to Seattle at nine Sunday morning.
It will be a challenge,
but I love challenges. I smile.
I had met Alexis online, I don’t even remember how,
but then we started chatting and emailing each other. She
was self-employed, an accountant for small businesses,
doing payroll, taxes, that sort of thing. She was 32, tall,
5’7″, 125 pounds and very beautiful. Natural,
long blonde hair, blue eyes, full breasts and great legs.
She had been intrigued by the lure of submission for some
time and had toyed with it online.
I invited her to experience it for a weekend. I was traveling
to San Francisco on a regular basis on business, and often
spending weekends there. Is there a more beautiful city,
or one more wide-open sexually? I offered to pay her roundtrip
airfare, but the price would be her complete submission
to me for the weekend. I told her that she would be my slave,
my slut, my
whore and my bitch, that I would fuck her mouth, ass and cunt,
and that I would own her completely. It was the perfect opportunity
for her to explore this deep need in her. To my surprise,
she accepted.
Passengers started coming off the jetway, meeting family
and friends, then I saw Alexis. She was more beautiful than
her pictures. She moved with the skittish, awkward grace
of a wild, young filly. She wore a short, dark blue cotton
sun dress, low cut, showing the tops of her firm breasts
and almost all of her long, tanned legs. Our eyes met. We
moved towards each other,
and I could sense, more than see, her anxiety.
“Hello, Alexis, ” I said to her, with a bemused
smile at her nervousness.
She smiled, and said, “Hello, Dan.” She carried
a large overnight bag,
I reached out and took it from her. “Do you have any
more luggage?” I asked.
“No, ” she said.
“Then lets go, and lets begin, shall we?” I
commanded, more than asked.
She hesitated, “I am very nervous, you know, ”
she said, in a small, thin voice, “I dont really know
you.”
I looked at her directly, forcefully, “There is
nothing to fear, I will not hurt you and you will do only what
you want to do this weekend.” I smiled again, a slightly
wicked smile, “But there is much that you want to experience,
isn’t there?”
I squeezed her hand hard, and drew her to me, capturing
her lightly in my powerful arms. Smiling gently and looking
into her eyes, I felt her slowly relax, begin to trust. “But
if you want this to stop, tell me, and it will stop, and I will
bring you to the airport for the next plane home.”
I pulled her closer, and she almost melted into my arms.
Her breathing became shallow and she pressed her body to
mine. “You can leave now, or you can tell me what you
want.”
She took a deep breath, looked at me intently, then whispered
softly, almost inaudibly, in my ear, “I want to be
your slave, your slut, your whore and your bitch.”
Taking her hair in my fist, I drew her face back, looked
into her eyes, smiled and said, “Come with me then,
I will change your life.” We walked to the car.
Pulling out of the parking lot and onto the expressway,
I said to her, matter-of-factly, “Take off your panties.”
She looked at me, surprised. I said, sternly, “Obey,
and do it now.” Still looking at me, she slowly lifted
her hips, and slid her skimpy, moist, silk bikini thongs
off. I smiled, and told her to give them to me. I threw them
out the window and told her, “You will not wear panties
the rest of the weekend, your cunt and ass are to be available
to me at all times.” I then put my hand between her legs
and touched her already moist, hot cunt.
As I drove, I stroked her cunt, massaged her swelling clit,
and after a while, thrust a finger, then two, into her now
wet, dripping hole. Her hips began to move, almost imperceptibly
at first, to meet the rhythm of my fingers slowly, forcefully
stroking her. “Pull your dress up over your hips, ”
I commanded, “I want you to expose yourself for me,
as a symbol of your submission.” Out of the corner
of my eye, I saw her face reflect a series of emotions, fear,
apprehension, rebellion and, at last, arousal, at this
command.
Alexis then looked at me, lust slowly filling her eyes,
and she slowly lifted her dress above her hips. My fingers
slowly stoked in and out of her cunt, firmly stroking her
G spot, then withdrawing to stroke and massage her clit.
She moaned, and her hips moved to meet my probing fingers.
“As we pass the next car, raise your hips high and
let him see what I am doing to you, that you are my willing
and obedient slut.” There was a lone, male driver
in the car I was passing. I dug my fingers even deeper into
her now very wet and hot cunt. “Do it, my sweet slut,
do it, ” I whispered.
Her breath was coming in short bursts now, and she raised
her hips as I commanded.
We just began to pass and I tapped the horn, the driver looked
over and had a clear view of my fingers deep in her cunt. He
looked over and his eyes opened wide as he saw my fingers
deep
Inside her, stroking her, taking her to ecstasy.
“Now, look at him, ” I commanded, “look
at him now.” She looked at me first, a look of apprehension,
almost fear, but my blue eyes were cold and insistent. “Obey,
bitch, ” I said,
leaving her no option. She then looked at him, and as he watched,
she began to cum, slowly . . . but as her orgasm gathered strength,
she began to thrust her hips even higher to meet my plunging
fingers. “Keep looking at him as you cum, my sweet
whore, ” I said.
She did as I commanded, she looked at him as her cunt drenched
my hand, as she came, as she thrust her hips onto my fingers
seeking greater and greater sensations. As we passed the
car, her orgasm subsided, her hips sank to the seat and I
withdrew my fingers from her cunt.
“Well done, ” I said, “but your cunt
is not fully shaved as I commanded, and when we arrive at
the hotel, you will be punished and shaved.”
We arrived at the hotel, checked in and went to our room.
“Unpack, and unpack my suitcase, ” I told her,
“I am going to get some ice.” When I returned,
she was still at her tasks.
“Make me a drink, now, ” I commanded, “and
then finish the unpacking.” She made me Jack Daniels
on the rocks. I watched her finish her tasks as I sipped my
drink and had a cigarette. When she was done, she looked
at me.
“Lower your eyes, bitch, you may not look directly
at me, unless I give you permission, ” I harshly instructed
her, “Now take off your clothes, slowly strip for
me.”
She slowly took off the blue sun dress, then her bra. Her
panties were gone, thrown out of the car. While she undressed
I opened my case, and readied the tools of her forthcoming
enslavement and torment.
“Get on your knees and crawl to me slave, ”
I commanded. She crawled to me. “Now sit up, but keep
your eyes lowered, ” I instructed her. “Present
your breasts to me, ” I ordered. She did, and I placed
nipple clips on her hard, erect nipples, tightening them
until she winced, then backing off slightly.
“Present wrists.” And I placed wrist restraints
on each wrist. I continued in the same way, putting ankle
restraints on each ankle and nipple clips on her hot, tender
labia. She squirmed, as I tightened the nipple clips on
her glistening, sensitive cunt lips, and little whimpers
escaped her lips. I smiled at her discomfort, then took
a dog collar from my case, with a leather lead attached.
“Look at this collar, ” I snapped. “Now
understand, when I place this collar on you, you are mine
for the weekend, you are my slave, my slut, my whore and my
bitch. Do you understand, ” I whispered softly.
“Yes, Master, ” she said. “You must
ask for it, beg for it but, be sure it is what you want. There
is no going back, but you can end this now, if you choose, ”
I whispered.
But I knew the answer, her body was telling me. Her cunt
was flowing juices, her breathing was shallow and rapid,
her face and breasts were flushed. Alexis wanted this,
she had a great need, and she knew I would take her places
she had never been, but where she needed to go. At that moment,
submission may have been more important to her than life
itself. I smiled.
“Master, please place your collar around this worthless
slave’s neck, please use me and make me yours, please
Master, I beg you, ” she said softly, but passionately.
I laughed softly, as I placed the collar around her neck.
“Nicely said, slave.” I buckled the collar
in place. “You are now mine, slave, ” I said
softly, “When I ask what you are, you will answer that
you are my slave, my slut, my whore and my bitch, do you understand?”
“Yes, master, ” she whispered, “I am
your slave, your slut, your whore and your bitch.”
I then stood, took the leather lead to her collar and walked
to the bed, “Lie face down, and spread your arms and
legs, ” I commanded. She hurried to obey and I quickly
secured her wrists and ankles four-corners to the bed frame
with leather thongs. “You will now be punished for
your unshaven disobedience, slave, and you will count
each stroke.”
“Yes, Master.”
Using the soft deerskin flogger, I worked first one cheek
of her ass, then the other. Her tender flesh slowly began
to take on color. I continued the beating.
“18, 19, 20, ” she said in barely a whisper.
I stopped, and took the harsh, braided leather flogger.
With this one I had to be careful, because it will cut flesh,
and that would not be part of my discipline of her, not yet.
So, a careful balance was needed. The braided flogger struck
one cheek of her ass, then the other. She cried out, and I
smiled, “Keep counting, bitch.”
She continued breathlessly, “21, 22, 23, oh my God,
Master, please stop, it hurts, 24, 25.” I stopped,
then, and took some scented oil and caressed her ass, which
was now pink from the deerskin flogger, with brighter red
stripes from the braided leather flogger. She moaned,
softly, moving her ass to meet my hand. I slowly slipped
a finger into her dripping cunt. She moaned even louder.
I manipulated her eager, grasping cunt for a slow minute
or so, I could feel her respond and her orgasm start to build.
“Not just yet, my whore, ” I said to her, “although
I love your responsiveness, there is one final decoration
for you.” And with that I showed her the butt plug,
bright red, and at its thickest point, thicker than any
cock.
“What is that, ” Alexis asked, with palpable
fear in her voice. “A butt plug, slut, and it will soon
be deep in your ass, before I whip your ass again.”
“Oh, God, no, ” she pleaded, “I cant
take that in my ass.”
“You can, and you will.” I then withdrew my
fingers slowly from her dripping, hot cunt, and using her
cunt juices as my only lubricant, slowly started violating
her very tight ass with my fingers. First I slipped in just
one finger, then two. At first she resisted, but I kept talking
to her, telling her to relax, to concentrate on my soothing
voice and the erotic sensations she was feeling, and to
give herself up to the pain, accept it, make it hers, because
pain is pleasure, both just two sides of the same coin. I
spoke soothingly, softly, tenderly and she slowly responded,
her ass relaxed, and began to move to the rhythm of my fingers
in her ass. When I put three of my fingers in her ass, she hardly
noticed, and accepted them with an
involuntary, lustful sigh.
I removed my fingers and taking the butt plug, covered
it with Astroglide and quickly shoved it in her ass, pushing
it past her sphincter until it was seated, deep in her ass.
There was a sharp intake of breath, and she squealed as the
butt plug surged deep in her dark, virgin hole. I caressed
her ass, gently, still telling her to relax, to focus on
the sensations, to turn the now subsiding pain into pleasure.
After a few minutes, her hips were moving, almost involuntarily,
and her breathing was shallow, her cunt still dripping.
I picked up the deerskin flogger again and her whipped
her. Alexis’s punishment continued for three more
cycles of 20 strokes with the deerskin flogger, and 5 with
the braided leather. After each cycle, I massaged her ass
with soothing lotion and brought her to the brink of orgasm.
By the time I finished, she was writhing on the bed, tugging
at her bonds, lost in the sensations consuming her body.
“Now, slut, I am going to claim the first right of
ownership of your body. I am going to fuck and cum in your
ass, my sweet whore, ” I said softly.
“Please, Master, ” she begged, “not
that, I have never been fucked in the ass.” My hand
came crashing down on her right and then left ass cheeks,
spanking them hard.
“That’s not a proper response, slut, try again, ”
I said sternly.
“Please, Master, fuck my ass, ” she said,
not meaning it, but wanting to please me. I smiled. “Much
better, my whore.” As I said it, I slipped the butt
plug from her ass. Her puckered, well-lubed hole remained
open, involuntarily inviting me. My cock was hard, ready
to violate and abuse her ass.
I got off the bed and moved to her head, grasping her hair,
I turned her mouth to my hard, turgid cock. “Take it
in your mouth, slut, and lube my cock with your mouth to ready
it for your ass, ” I said softly. I moved forward and
her lips opened to accept my cock. She licked and sucked
the head gently, coating it with her spit. I withdrew after
a minute or so and moved
back to her ass.
I placed the head of my cock at the opening of her asshole,
which had begun to close, but was still well lubed with astroglide
from the butt plug. I slowly pressed forward and my big cock
met some resistance, but gradually, slowly and insistently
entered her. She gasped as my cockhead pushed past her sphincter
and closed around the rim of my cock. I wanted her badly now.
I needed to cum. I wanted her to feel and accept my power.
“I am going to fuck you hard, bitch, I am going to fuck
you like an animal, ” I said coldly, “because
for this weekend you are my animal, my fuck-bitch, mine
to use.”
“Yes, Master, ” she whispered, almost inaudibly,
but I could feel her ass, her body respond. I began to fuck
her ass, forcefully, pushing deeper and deeper with each
thrust. Her ass resisted a bit at first, but was forced open,
deeper with each thrust. Her ass felt like a velvet glove
tightly grasping my cock, caressing it, stroking it, milking
it, drawing it deeper into her dark, forbidden depths.
After a few minutes I was fully inside of her ass. My full
weight was on her and my balls were pressed against her ass
at the bottom of each stroke. Still, I felt her ass move up
to meet my cock. She wanted this, needed it. I let myself
go, I began to fuck her hard, as I told her I would, like an
animal rutting. I pounded my cock into her ass, hard and
fast. I fucked her tight ass with long strokes, like a pile
driver, pounding deep into her dark, mysterious bowels.
With every thrust, I could hear her breath escape her lips,
moaning, grunting in response to my cock plunging in and
out of her ass.
I felt my orgasm slowly building, a light sheen of perspiration
covered my body, I was breathing hard, my balls were slapping
her ass as I fucked her, harder and faster. “I am going
to cum soon, my slut, are you ready for my cum in your ass?”
I demanded.
“Yes, Master, cum in this slut’s ass, I want
to feel your cum in my ass, ” she purred. But this time
the fear was gone, animal desire, lust and need were in her
voice.
And hearing that put me over the edge. I felt my orgasm explode
in my brain and in my loins. I kept fucking her, pounding
my cock in her ass as I felt the first burst of cum shoot deep
in her bowels. She moaned even louder, feeling my hot cum
erupt into her. Spasm after spasm followed, shooting hot
streams of cum into her welcoming ass. Alexis screamed
as she began to cum and then wriggled her ass as she came,
trying to milk every drop of cum from my big
cock. I kept thrusting after I stopped cumming, as long
as my cock stayed hard. Her ass felt so good, and I loved the
moans, whimpers, animal sounds that escaped her lips as
her orgasm subsided.
Slowly, the pace wound down, my thrusting slowed. Finally,
after uncounted minutes had passed, I let my cock slip out
of her ass. Soon a rivulet of my thick cum seeped from her
ass and began to run down her thigh.
“Well, slut, what have you to say, ” I asked
sternly?
“Thank you Master, thank you, ” she whispered
breathlessly.
I untied her, “Clean yourself, slut, ” I ordered,
“and come back and clean my cock well enough that you
will have no hesitation taking it in your slut mouth or cunt.”
She returned with a soapy wash cloth and carefully cleaned
my softening cock. She then rinsed it with another wet cloth
and dried my cock with a towel. When she finished, I ordered,
“Take my cock in your mouth now.”
She did so without hesitation, and softly, lovingly suckled
my slowly hardening cock. I eithdrew, ordered her to the
bed and again tied her down, this time on her back, legs spread
wide. I got my shaving cream, razor and riding crop.
“First, bitch, your punishment for not shaving
your cunt completely.”
And with that I started flicking the small leather loop
of the crop against her clit. The leather loop made sharp
little slapping sounds as it snapped against her tender,
exposed clit. She cried out loud, after the third.
“That will simply not do, bitch.” I then gagged
her with a silk scarf I brought just for that purpose. I continued,
slowly striking the crop against her clit and tender exposed
cunt lips. She writhed in pain and tried to scream, but the
silk scarf gag muffled her cries. I smiled as I saw, despite
the pain, that her cunt was beginning to flow again, as I
knew it would. I continued striking her with the crop until
her cunt and clit were red, swollen and almost visibly throbbing.
Still, despite the pain, or because of it, juices flowed
from her cunt. I then gently lathered the remaining patch
of hair above her hood, and then taking the razor, swiftly
removed the last tuft of hair on her cunt. I took a wet cloth
and wiped her cunt clean.
“Don’t move.” I commanded, “I am
going to place the razor right on your clit.” I felt
her body go tense, she gasped and raised her head up to watch.
She was frightened, but in a
strange, dark, way fascinated too. I parted her cunt lips
and exposed her red, swollen clit.
Slowly I brought the razor’s sharp edge to the tip of
her clit. Alexis’s eyes were wide with fear and desire.
I could almost feel the adrenaline coursing through her
body. I could see the fear in her eyes, she was trying to scream,
but the gag held. She began to cry, softly. I lifted the razor
carefully, without cutting her.
“Calm down, ” I said gently, soothingly,
taking cool lotion and gently caressing her bruised clit
and now smooth cunt. “I would not damage your clit.
No more pain for now, just pleasure for my sweet slut, ”
I whispered lovingly, “you have been such a good girl. I
caressed her hair and her cheek as I spoke to her. Her body
slowly relaxed, she stopped crying and slowly began to
respond to my caresses.
“I would not cut your clit, ” I said gently,
“and the lashing with the crop will only make you more sensitive,
make it easier to cum. You want to cum, don’t you, my whore,
don’t you?” I asked. I removed her gag. With her
hips starting to rise and fall with my touch, and her cunt
beginning again to glisten with her juices, she whispered,
“Yes, Master, I want to cum, please make me cum, I need
to cum.”
I put two fingers in her cunt and began to stroke her G spot,
gently at first, then more insistently. She moaned and
her hips began to make little circles around my probing,
caressing fingers. I then lowered my mouth to her clit and
began to gently suck it, as if it were a little cock, a little
female cock. Within a few minutes she began to cum, not once
but many times,
like waves crashing on the shore. I continued to stroke
her cunt and suck her clit, then I withdrew my mouth and then
my fingers. She was still cumming as I mounted her and thrust
my now rock hard cock deeply into her spasming cunt.
I fucked her slowly, but powerfully with long, full strokes.
I put my mouth to her ear and whispered to her, “I love
to see you cum, my sweet slut, my whore, I love to watch your
body surrender to my touch. Now, fuck my cock like the slut/whore
you are and make your Master cum.”
She groaned as I said these words, and I kept talking to
her, telling her how much I loved
using her body, feeling her surrender, feeling her need
to be used, all the while fucking her. Her hot cunt felt exquisite
wrapped around my cock, all eight inches of it. It felt as
if she was milking me, trying to draw me deeper, urging me
to cum, to use her body.
I gave in to the indescribable sensations she was giving
me. She was moaning, lost in desire, “Fuck, cum, use
me Master, fill me with your cum, fuck your whore, fuck your
cock in me, fuck your whore’s cunt.”
I began to fuck her harder and faster as I felt my orgasm
begin. She was moaning, thrusting her hips to meet my pounding
cock, thrashing her body as another orgasm began to consume
her. In the next moment I went over the edge, into the abyss
of orgasm, letting go. My
whole consciousness was focused on my cock and the sensations
of fucking her cunt and my cum spurting in jets into her hot,
eager, desperately needy cunt. When I cum like that I am
transported to . . . where? . . . I don’t know, another
plane, another realm, time stops, there is just fucking,
thrusting, cumming.
Slowly, slowly, I come back to this world. Time starts
again. I am lying against her, breathing hard, sweat covering
my body. She is still moaning, moving almost imperceptibly
against the weight of my body. I roll off of her.
“Alexis, open your eyes, ” I command. She
does and looks into mine with what can only be described
as complete surrender. “That was wonderful, my slave.
You are mine, now, completely.” Smiling contentedly,
she languidly replies, “Yes Master, I am your slave,
slut, whore and bitch, completely, more completely than
you may ever know.”
We lay there for a while, I stroked her cheek, my cock covered
in her juices and my cock softening on her thigh. I released
her from her bonds. “Get cleaned up and get dressed,
lets get something to eat, I’m hungry.”
She wore a black dress, with a white strap that went around
her neck, criss-crossed in the back, came around under
her breasts, lifting and enhancing them, criss-crossing
again and ending at her waist. The dress exposed her shoulders
and back and had a mesh see-through panel in the front that
exposed the tops and middle of her breasts to her waist.
The dress was short, and she wore black, thigh-high stockings.
She put silk panties on at first, but I told her to remove
them. Red lips, nails, fuck-me pumps and a tasteful, patent
leather, rhinestone collar completed the picture. Her
blonde hair fell in curled waves, cascading down her back
and shoulders. A tastefully elegant slut.
We took a cab to the restaurant, I touched and stroked her
cunt as the driver watched in the rearview. I told her to
take my cock out and suck it. Her submission and arousal
were plain, she never hesitated, she took my cock out, looked
at the driver first, then lowered her head and obediently
began to suck my engorging cock. As we pulled up to the restaurant,
I pulled her up and said, simply, “That’s enough
for now.”
We ate pasta and seafood and had a nice bottle of wine. During
dinner I would touch her cunt, stroke it, slip my fingers
inside of her, watch her squirm and writhe in pleasure.
She was in a state of continuous arousal.
So was I. I had her touch and stroke my cock through the soft,
expensive, thin Italian wool of my trousers. Other diners
were watching us, especially the men. We finished dinner,
but I was in no hurry and ordered coffee and a grappa. As I
ordered them, I kept my fingers in Alexis’s cunt. The
waiter could see my fingers in her cunt, and Alexis and I
watched as his cock got hard. I smiled, as he repeated my
order twice, unable to concentrate. Alexis was embarrassed,
but thoroughly aroused at being displayed and used like
this before a perfect stranger. It was both erotic and amusing
to me. I smiled at their discomfort.
I paid the bill and we returned to the hotel. It was about
12:30.
“Alexis there is one more thing I will do to complete
my claiming of your body, ” I
said as we entered the room, “you will suck my cock
and drink my cum.”
She turned, smiled and looked at me, “yes, Master,
this slut is yours to use.” I smiled, too, at her reply.
She was learning fast, an eager pupil. I told her to remove
all of her clothes. I placed nipple clips on her nipples
and cunt lips, and lubed and put the butt plug back in her
tight ass, then handcuffed her behind her back, placed
ankle restraints on each of her ankles and secured the handcuffs
with a leather thong to the ankle restraints. When I finished,
she was kneeling naked, handcuffed behind her back, her
hands secured to her ankles. And her cunt was leaking fluids,
aroused.
“You will not speak again, until you have drunk my
cum, all of my cum, ” I commanded her.
I was in no hurry. I ordered her to crawl over to and in front
of an easy chair. I removed my clothes, made myself a drink,
turned off the lights and lit several candles. While I went
about these tasks I talked to her, instructing her.
I told her that sucking her Master’s cock and swallowing
his cum was a great honor, mystical and symbolic, but real
at the same time. In the Christian faith, the host and wine
are symbolic of Christ’s body and blood. And in Communion
the faithful partake symbolically of Christ’s body
and blood. When a slave sucks her Master’s cock and
swallows his cum, she actually nourishes herself from
her Master’s body, and not symbolically. Part of his
body, his cum, this vital fluid, actually becomes part
of her body. It is a great gift for the slave to accept and
drink her Master’s cum, to make it part of her, to feed
herself from her Master’s
cock.
I sat in the chair before her and said, “Now suck my
cock.” She brought her lips to my cock and began to
suck. I sipped my drink and langorously smoked a cigarette
as she sucked, instructing her as necessary. I watched
her red lipstick smear on the long shaft of my hard cock.
I told her to swirl her tongue around the head, then to lick
slowly from the base of my cock, from my balls, to the tip
of my now rock-hard cock, with the flat of her tongue, to
press the tip of her tongue into the hole at the tip of my cock,
to tighten her lips and to suck hard as she bobbed her head
up and down on my long, thick eight inch shaft.
I then had her suck each of my balls into her slut mouth,
gently sucking them, teasing them with her tongue, one
at a time. I then had her lick my asshole. I also took her nipples
between my fingers, and if she was performing well, I stroked
them gently, just above the nipple clips cutting into her
tender flesh, and if she was not performing well, I would
pinch her nipples, digging my finger nails into her sensitive
nipples until I saw her wince. It was lovely, exquisite,
and seemed to last forever. As I said, I was in no hurry with
her.
Finally, I felt my orgasm begin to build, like a gathering
storm, dark and violent. I took her head in my hands, my fingers
wrapping themselves in her lovely, long, blonde hair.
“I am almost ready to cum, my sweet, cocksucking whore.
Ready yourself to drink my cum, ” I whispered in a
deep, hard, dark voice.
She tightened her lips and her head moved up and down on
my swelling cock. I pulled her head even faster up and down
on my cock, I could feel it slamming at the back of her throat,
insistent, wanting to be deeper. My balls tightened and
I soon slipped over the edge to ecstasy. With both hands
twisted in her blonde hair, I was still guiding her head
up and down on my cock, thrusting my hips, fucking her mouth
as my cum began to squirt in thick jets into her eager, waiting,
whore mouth.
She began to swallow, almost gagging from the force of
the cum shooting into her mouth, but she took my cum eagerly,
wantonly; she wanted all of it, all of my hot, sticky, pungent
cum.
As my orgasm subsided, the pace slowed. I still was guiding
her head up and down on my thick, hard cock, but not as forcefully,
not as deeply. She swallowed as much of my thick cum as she
could, but when I looked down, some of my it had leaked from
the corner of her mouth and was running down her chin.
As my cock began to soften, I slipped it out of her mouth.
She tried to hold my cock in her mouth, not wanting to let
go. I took two fingers, and wiped the cum from her chin and
placed it at her lips. She sucked the still hot cum from my
fingers hungrily. “Very good my slut, very good, ”
I said.
She slumped forward, exhausted. “Thank you, Master,
for the gift of your cum, ” she whispered, “this
slut is honored and grateful to nourish herself with your
cum.” I smiled and stroked her cheek.
After a few minutes of luxuriating in the aftermath of
my powerful orgasm, I released her and removed the nipple
clips and butt plug. It was 2:00am.
We got in bed, naked. She curled up around me her head on
my chest, lovingly touching my chest and cheek, and whispered
softly, “Thank you Master, thank you, thank you.”
I slipped into sleep with those words in my ears, surrounded
by the perfume of her hair and body next to mine.
And so ended the first day.
FORTY HOURS, the second day
I awoke around 7:00am, Alexis was still asleep. I don’t
need much sleep, five hours is plenty for me. I decided to
let the slut sleep. She had a busy day, fucked in the cunt,
mouth and, for the first time in her virgin ass. I quickly
showered, dressed and left the room to get some coffee,
a paper and to plot what I would do to her this day. She still
had much to experience and time was running short. Only
one day left.
I finished my coffee, and smiling about the rough outlines
of my plan — since you can’t plan everything — I returned
to the room around 8:30. Alexis was still sleeping, but
not for long.
I pulled the sheet down, exposing her long, lean body to
me. I took the wicked flogger in my right hand and whipped
her ass, once on each cheek, very quickly, but firmly in
a figure eight motion. She awoke suddenly and screamed
as the knotted ends of the flogger bit into her ass and sent
a sharp jolt of pain slicing into her sleeping consciousness.
A cruel smile crossed my lips.
Alexis rolled over quickly and said, involuntarily,
“You bastard, ” fully awake now from the sharp,
searing pain.
“What did you say?” I said as I leaped onto the
bed and with my left hand grabbed her neck in my powerful
grasp. I had her pinned beneath me and her hands grabbed
helplessly at my hand at her throat.
“Look at me, ” I commanded. I increased the
pressure until she knew she was powerless under me.
Alexis looked into my eyes and feeling my power relaxed,
giving herself to me. I could see, feel and almost smell
her submission.
“Now kiss the handle, ” I said softly as I brought
the flogger to her lips, “and tell me what you are to
me.” She kissed, licked and sucked the handle of the
flogger that had just brought her so much pain almost as
if it was my cock. She looked into my eyes and whispered softly,
“I am your slave, slut, whore and bitch, Master.”
“Yesterday I claimed you, today I use you, ”
I said coldly, “are you ready?”
“Yes, Master, ” she said as she kept her gaze
fixed on my cold, mischievous blue eyes.
I almost believed her.
“Go shower and ready yourself for me, but do not put
on any clothes.”
She rose and obeyed. I sat and read the paper, smiling,
thinking of what was to come.
About forty-five minutes later, she emerged, her hair
done, falling in soft blonde cascades down her shoulders
almost to her nipples, light makeup and perfume. She was
lovely. And ready to use. “Come kneel and suck my cock
slut, as I tell you what is going to happen first.”
She did as commanded, knelt between my legs and began to
suck my cock, caressing it and my balls with both hands,
licking and lapping the now, thick engorged head like a
hungry kitten at a bowl of sweet cream.
“You will be bound so that you cannot move your arms
or legs, then you will be tied to the bed so that you cannot
escape. You will have nipple clips attached to your nipples
and cunt lips and the butt plug in your ass. I will then put
cotton in your ears, gag and blindfold you. And, finally,
I will put my little egg vibrator and then the cock shaped
vibrator in your cunt.
The little egg will be positioned at your G spot. The egg
and cock vibrators must remain in position, or you will
be punished. You will focus on the pain from the clips and
plug, and the pleasure from the vibrators. You will cum
as many times as you can and to count them. I do not know how
long I will leave you like that. It might be ten minutes,
or it might be six hours. I may leave the room at times, or
I may just sit and watch you the whole time. You will not know.
Do you understand?”
I paused for a while to let this sink in, then smiled and
said, “And if you disobey, you will be punished.”
When I finished with this explanation, she had stopped
sucking my cock and was looking at me with fear, apprehension
and desire, wanton, naked, sexual desire. I smiled at her,
reached down and tested her shaved, slut cunt. As I expected,
she was dripping.
“Lets begin, ” I said, and then bound her exactly
as I had just told her I would. As I was bound her, she begged
and pleaded for me to stop and then, when she knew I wouldn’t
stop, for me not to leave the room. I laughed because whenever
I touched her cunt, she was hot and dripping. She loved this
and so did I.
Before I gagged her, I asked, “Shall I continue?”
“Yes, ” she answered, without esitation.
I gagged her, put the cotton in her ears, then looked into
her eyes one last time before putting the blindfold on her.
I inserted the vibrators, carefully positioning them,
then turned them on. It was 11:30 am when I finished. I was
pleased with my handiwork. I smiled and sat down to watch.
Alexis writhed softly on the bed. I could see her begin
to perspire. Little noises, whimpers, moans, sighs, escaped
her lips. She began breathing faster, shallower. After
about ten minutes, I saw her hips rise, and it almost seemed
as if her cunt were trying to draw the cock vibrator deeper.
She moaned deep in her throat, like an animal, and as her
hips writhed
involuntarily, I knew she was cumming, and cumming hard.
I smiled and quietly left the room.
I returned about forty-five minutes later, quietly opening
the door. I saw Alexis in the dim light, still writhing on
the bed, moans and whimpers escaping from around the gag,
her body covered with sweat, the sheets damp. How many times
had she cum, obeying her Master? Both vibrators were still
in place. I smiled.
I removed her blindfold, then the cotton from her ears
and the gag. She was lost in ecstasy.
“Alexis . . . Alexis . . . “I said gently. She
slowly opened her eyes, as I removed the vibrators, and
even more slowly her eyes focused on me.
I began undoing her bindings and asked her, “Are
you OK? Alexis, are you all right?”
She looked at me, dazed at first, but slowly she came into
focus. As she saw me above her, she smiled, “Master,
oh Master” she sighed. As I loosened her bindings,
Alexis threw her arms around my neck and with surprising
strength pulled me close to her. “Master, ”
she said, “what have you done to me, what have you turned
me into?”
I just smiled and said, “You know, now tell me.”
“Your slave, slut, whore and bitch, ” she
said, convincingly, with a satisfied smile on her face.
“And how many times did you cum, my little slut whore?”
I asked with a bemused smile.
“Master, this slut whore lost count at about 15 times,
they just became so intense, they seemed to blend one into
the next, ” she replied, sheepishly. “Are you angry with
me, Master?” she asked plaintively.
“No, you did very well, slut. Now go get cleaned up and dressed, ”
I said, “Wear a short dress or skirt, the rest is up
to you, and walking shoes. Lets see some of this wonderful
city!”
Alexis wore a short, red and white haltertop sun dress
and white sandals. She looked lovely and the black patent
leather and rhinestone collar went well with her outfit.
We played tourist the rest of the afternoon.
Fisherman’s Wharf, Coit Tower, Golden Gate Bridge
and Park, the Aquarium, and
Chinatown. There is no more beautiful city than San Francisco.
Throughout the day, I would occasionally touch her wet
cunt or her ass, pinch her nipples, or have her touch and
stroke my cock. I would do these things while others could
see, could watch her reactions, her humiliation, her submission.
Around 6pm we ended up in North Beach with an appetite.
I took her to a wonderful Italian restaurant, Cafe Sport.
We again had a delightful meal, I had Cioppino, San Francisco’s
signature dish, a seafood stew with Dungeness crab, clams,
mussels, fish all in a garlic, tomato broth with toasted
garlic bread. Alexis had pasta with a Bolognese sauce.
Feeling relaxed and sated, we returned to the hotel around
8pm.
As we entered the room, a very deviant thought entered
my mind. “Alexis, take off all of your clothes, but
leave your collar on, ” I commanded. “The evening
is not over yet, we are going to go to a club called Lush. It
is a swingers club. I will have others use you while I watch.
But first I will use you and test your submission.”
She was now naked, “Master, I am yours to use, use this
slut as you please, ” she answered.
I took a leather thong and attached it to her collar and
then led her to the bathroom. “Get in the Jacuzzi and
kneel, ” I commanded in a dark voice.
She obeyed, a puzzled look on her face. I quickly undressed
and got in the Jacuzzi too, standing over her.
“Tell me what you are to me.”
“I am your slave, slut, whore and bitch, Master, ”
she replied quickly.
