Chapter 4
I stood across the street from the hotel for a few minutes after leaving my
suite. I stood there because I was listening to another man with a girl on the
terrace. She was howling, shrieking really. "OOOWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!. THANK YOU
SIR!!!!! PLEASE USE ME UP MY ASS PLEASE SIR! PLEASE SIR, PLEASE STOP!!!
OWWWWW!!!!!! PLEASE USE MY ASS SIR!!!!!!!
I didn't recognize the girl's voice, and there were probably 25 or 30 men with
permanent suites in this hotel. It took at least that many to justify a remote
jail in the basement to support them. From the sound of her screams I assumed
that she was across a punishment bench that was on the man's terrace. I couldn't
see him because, the terrace was behind a vine covered terrace. I could sure
hear him though, or better said, I could sure hear the girl that was with him. I
thought it was probable he was using a cane, since I couldn't hear any kind of
whacks. Her level of expressed pain at each whack was beyond anything but a
paddle or cane. I counted 25 strokes and imagined what the stripes must have
looked like on her ass and legs.
The thing that was more riveting than the girl was the response of the
pedestrians passing by on the street. It was impossible to not hear it. The
girls wails and begging were pitiful. But the people passing by on foot were
stony faced, refusing to look at each other, trying to pretend that they heard
nothing at all. I realized again that these people had agreed to be ruled by
fear in order to escape the fear that their personal lives might be threatened.
They were hearing the threat in someone else's life, which was infinitely
preferable to fear about their own lives.
It struck me as ironic that fear was also the tool that I employed most with
Aline, as well as all my other girls. She was so afraid of being put into a
county school that she would do anything to make herself love me and please me.
She would force herself without even realizing it, to love me with all of her
heart. It was a variation of what a psychologist had labeled Stockholm Syndrome
50 years earlier.
After about 25 strokes, the girls wailing stopped. I momentarily visualized her
rectum being introduced to the joy of sex with her owner, and then walked down
the street to a women's boutique. I knew the owner, and rather quickly bought a
size 2, black cocktail dress with a pleated skirt, and a pair of four inch,
black sandal type pumps, size five. I also bought the skimpiest thong, string
bikini she had. I went back onto the street and called a friend of mine on my
cell phone. I invited him to dinner that night with Aline and me, in a private
dining room, at the hotel restaurant. He planned on bringing one of his newer
girls that he thought I might enjoy. I continued on to a street cafe, and
ordered a latte, which I proceeded to drink slowly as I watched the world go by.
Occasionally I would take note of a very pretty girl and make eye contact with
her, after she felt my eyes on her ass, and would turn around to see who it was.
Very occasionally in this practice, perhaps once every 2 months, I would take
special note of the girl, and get her profile. Often after that, the girl would
find herself arrested and convicted, and then in the same position that Aline
now was, secured over a punishment bench with a very clean colon.
That reminded me that it was time to go. An hour and a half had transpired. It
was 4:00PM, and Aline had been over the bench, fully arranged, for half an hour.
As I entered the suite I went directly into the special room. Aline could hear
me, but not fully see me. She was so beautiful on that bench. She was securely
bent over it face down. Her arms were strapped to the two front legs above her
elbows. Her legs were strapped to the two rear legs above her knees. There was
another strap across the top of it that secured her waist. Her breasts were free
of the front edge, which also left her head at waist level, and her mouth
completely available. Her ass was jutting outward, and a little upward, because
of the way her legs were cinched. This position left her ass and thighs
completely accessible to a paddle or a cane. It also left her pussy and rectum
interchangeably available.
She whimpered slightly as she finally saw me. She said, "Please Master, I'll be
good. You know I will."
I responded, "I know you will Aline. That's not why I'm going to do this to
you." There were a number of paddles and canes on the large table a few feet
away. There was also a tube of KY, a number of paper cups, a box of latex
gloves, and a couple of 10 inch, hard, plastic dildoes. I stroked her ass and
back with my hand. It was such an amazingly beautiful sight! The lips of her
vagina quivered, not telling half of what had occurred there earlier. She knew
her rectum was about to get further education, and it hovered in front of me as
work of art. The four black and blue donuts on her ass cheeks and thighs were
still completely visible. I wanted to deepen them. But first, I wanted to widen
her rectum a little bit.
I opened a tube of KY, and squeezed a very generous portion of it into a paper
cup. I picked up a ten inch dildo. It was a little over 2 inches thick. I
swirled it in the paper cup, covering the first four inches in KY. I opened her
ass cheeks with my free hand, and without any preamble, popped it into her
rectum. She whimpered for a second, and took a deep breath. I took 3 seconds to
gently, but purposefully put it all the way up her, nine and a half inches. She
moaned, but didn't complain or whine. She knew better. I moved it around inside
of her rectum to widen her more, as she continued to moan. After 2 minutes, I
took it out. Her rectum quivered but stayed open, a stovepipe effect. I waited
30 seconds. It stayed open, an invitation to be invaded again. I put it all the
way back in, and moved it around inside her more aggressively, stretching her
bowels more . She didn't complain. After three minutes more I took it out, and
her rectum gaped open for a full two minutes. It finally puckered shut, and I
invaded again, just as aggressively, for another 10 minutes. This time, when I
took it out, her ass held the invitation open for three full minutes. All
through that time, I lovingly stroked her ass, and back, and breasts with my
hands. Finally, it quivered, and puckered shut.
I put the dildo down and picked up a 20 inch paddle. She continued to whimper. I
rubbed it against her ass tenderly and said, "I think I'm going to give you
another 20 whacks Aline. I want those donuts to really be highlighted tonight
and tomorrow. You know what to ask for while I'm doing it, don't you?"
She whimpered, "Yes Master."
I brought my arm back all the way. WHACK!!!! "OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!OOOHHHHHH!!!!
THANK YOU MASTER!!!"
WHACK!!!WHACK!!!!!WHACK!!!!! "OOWWWWWWWW!!!!! THANK YOU MASTER. PLEASE USE ME IN
MY ASS PLEASE MASTER!!!"
WHACK!!! WHACK!!! WHACK!!!! WHACK!!!!WHACK!!!! "OOOH IT HURTS!!!PEASE USE MY
ASS MASTER!!!!!
And just like that 10 whacks were over. She was wailing and sobbing. I stopped
for a minute to rub her ass and breasts, and to let her catch her breath. The
donuts were much more raised, and would be clearly visible for a few days. I
brought my arm all the way back, and brought it down with all my strength.
The next 10 whacks were over in a minute. She shrieked. Struggling against the
bonds were impossible. But she begged beautifully. She implored to take her to
the bed and fuck her deeply in the ass. She begged me to stop. She told me she
would keep her ass open for anybody, anytime. She begged me to stop again. She
repeated that she would do anything. And then it was over.
I rubbed her bottom and thigh backs for a couple while she stopped sobbing.
Finally, I released her arms and legs and waist from the bench. She was a little
wobbly as she got off of it, completely nude. I walked her into the bedroom part
of the suite, and brought her next to the bed. I told her to get onto her knees,
and she did so immediately. I took my shirt off, and my shoes. I walked back to
her, and six inches in front of her face, opened my belt and pants. Without a
word, she brought her hands to my pants and lowered them. She took the bottom of
my cock into one hand, and my balls into the other. I watched as she opened her
perfect mouth. And began to worship my cock with her mouth and her throat. She
sucked, slurped, tongued, and buried it into the tightest part of her throat.
I let her do this for 30 seconds, and I pulled her head off of it. I looked down
at her face and said, "Take my pants and socks off please." She lowered my pants
to the floor as I stepped out of them. She took my socks off one at a time, and
then lowering her head and wrapping her arms around my feet, she slowly kissed
each of them.
I quickly went to the special room and brought back the tube of KY, and stood in
front of her face again. "Hold up your hands." I said. She complied. I squeezed
another generous amount of KY onto them.
I said, "You know what to do." She applied the KY completely over my throbbing
cock.
I lifted her up to stand and took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. She took
a breath and said, "Please Master, Fuck me in the ass." It was almost a whisper.
I kissed her again and put a big pillow in the middle of the bed. I layed her
over it face down with her ass raised up about six inches. I knelt behind her,
and spread her legs slightly. With one hand I separated her ass cheeks. With the
other, I guided my cock to the center of her rectum. I leaned forward and pushed
it into her, feeling her rectum pop as it entered. I put both of my arms around
her neck as I lowered myself fully onto her back. In the same motion I levered
all 9 inches of my cock into her rectum. She moaned, took a breath and kissed my
forearms, which were now in front of her face. I kissed the side of her face and
asked her how she felt.
She said, "Oh it hurts Master. I love you Master." Tears were falling out of her
eyes onto my forearms as she continued to kiss them and profess her love for me.
I continued sawing in and out of her ass, and kissing the side of her face,
shoulder, and neck from behind.
The Asians call this act "Plowing in the fragrant fields", but for me, and many
men, it is the ultimate form of submission for our girls. I believe this is
because the girl is yielding herself in a way that hurts her while giving her
Master great pleasure. When she does this while she professes her love, it takes
me to a different place, a place that tenderness and dominance, collide and
merge. This is what Aline did for me for the next half an hour. I sawed in and
out of her rectum. She cried all the while and kissed my tear stained arms. She
confessed her love for me. And I used her without mercy in her ass. Finally, I
could no longer contain myself. I came inside of her ass, and for just 20 or 30
seconds, I merged with her and felt all of her feelings.
I left my cock inside of her rectum for another couple of minutes while it
slowly withered and shrank. All the while I kissed her from behind. She rested
her head on my arms. I pulled my cock out with a small pop and got off her. I
walked to the bathroom and took a 30 second shower, rinsing my cock off. I
walked back into the bedroom area after drying off. She was asleep and she was
still beautiful. I got back into bed and put my arms around her and kissed her.
Rather quickly, I fell into a Beta wave, golden sleep with her.
