Seductive Master, The - 05
"Your training is coming along nicely, little
puss," your Master states to you. You are pleased and
delighted that your Master is happy with your progress.
"Your training will, of course, continue.
Sometimes at my hand and at other times at the hand of
your Mistress. When have learned the ultimate lessons
of being a slave your shall move from the training
level and be given more freedom. But not until you
have achieved the levels and depths of understanding I
demand from my slaves."
You stand, naked before your Master, with hands
bound behind your head. Your Master had ordered you
take the standing position and you obeyed. Once your
hands were placed behind your head your Master securely
bound them together. Of course you could pull them
over your head and move them to the front of you, but
knew it would bring a wrath of punishment either from
your Master or your Mistress, so they remained where
your Master had bound them. You nipples extended and
somewhat in pain at this moment, for the clips had been
placed on them sometime earlier. You had progressed to
the third level of clips, the pain caused by the first
clips was now like a tickle to your experienced
nipples.
Master Nathaniel moves in front of your
submissively turned down face, "I want you, little
puss, to review the last few days since your training
began and then I shall ask you a question. You may
take as long as you like going over the events of the
days past."
He steps closer to you and reaches for your
clipped nipples and gently runs his fingers over the
clips. This causes some more pressure to be added to
the clips and an increase in the pain. Yet pain and
pleasure have become almost inseparable to you now.
Determining the difference is somewhat difficult for
they seem to have formed a bond and become one over the
past few days.
You begin to reflect back to those prior events
and the vision of what had happened create a hunger
deep within your stomach which moves directly to your
pussy, causing it stir with excitement. After the
first night, when examined by a strange man, the
doctor, then the strange woman, your Mistress shaving
your pussy and playing with your delicate nether lips,
then being administered an enema. Then removed from
the examination room to the playroom in the basement,
being spanked severely and brought to the first all
consuming orgasm you had ever had, not once but twice.
Your thoughts are heating your pussy now. After that
first wonderful night in the playroom, Dana walked you
back upstairs and bathed you. Instructing you at that
time that you were not to touch yourself under any
circumstances, unless given specific permission, nor
could you masturbate. If you did, you would be
punished in the most severe manner. You remember
thinking at the time that tonight's spankings were so
severe that what could be more severe. You did not
know at that time you would learn what was more severe
and yet what would bring you to one of the elevated
climaxes of your young life.
When Dana has completed the bath she had you lay
face down on the bed and applied some soothing cream to
your still inflamed buttocks. Even this caused you to
become aroused. Yet Dana did not touch your pussy nor
did she make a move towards your tender hole of your
ass. She merely, systematically rubbed the various
areas of your backside, covering your shoulders down to
you upturned feet. You felt the light finger touch of
your long time friend rubbing your nude aching body and
could not help the prodding of excitement your pussy
felt from her fingers. You wanted to, no you yearned
to reach down to your pussy and sooth it and bring it
back to another climatic high, but remembering Dana's
instruction you resisted the urge and remained quiet on
the bed.
When Dana had finished the delicate cream massage
to your back she softly, but firmly ordered you to you
turn over. You did so without reservations. She began
the same laborious massage to the front of you. As she
did, she instructed you in what was expected of you as
a slave to the Master Nathaniel.
"You are to always be ready. Regardless of the
circumstances. Your pussy, you will learn, will flow
easily and joyously when in his presence or in the
presence of your Mistress. Soon you will discover that
just hearing the Master's or the Mistress's voice will
cause your juices to flow with ease. He will satisfy
your needs, either with his own body or in some other
manner. The other ways, you will find to be most
erotic as well."
As Dana spoke, her fingers, as though controlled
by her conjuring up past memories, find your nipples
and slowly, methodically caress the very tips, causing
a stirring deep within your being. You are becoming so
hot now with desire that your body is all but aching
from the need and your hips slowly move upward in an
attempt to grasp the thin air. Dana suddenly realizes
she is bringing to this level and removes her hand
quickly.
"I was not to get you excited. I was instructed
to massage your body and soothe it with the cream but
not get you excited from the action. I don't really
know how I couldn't but that was as it was to be." Dana
rose from the bed now, sat the container of cream on
the night stand and continued talking, now slowly with
deliberateness of her words. "You shall not be bound
to the bed tonight slave. You will have the freedom
tonight to sleep unincumbered as well as the freedom to
move about the room and use the bath when necessary.
Master Nathaniel does not hasten his activities in the
training of a new slave. But rather does this in a
slow, lingering, enjoyable process. But do not, slave,
expect to experience such leniency in the future."
Then, much to your surprise, Dana leaves the room
abruptly without a further word. You lay back down on
the bed and your hand, as if with a mind of its own,
reaches to your breasts and gently touches the nipples.
As your left hand kneads the erect nipples your right
hand slides down your body to your shaven pussy,
pressing your fingers into the slit and gently begins
rubbing. You jerk yourself back, pulling your hands
from your body, as you recall Dana's instructions not
to touch yourself. It was too late, but you decided it
did not matter for you were alone in a bedroom. Soon
sleep encases you and you dream of all that has
happened to you since the beginning of your journey
tonight.
You are awakened by the harsh reality of a
forceful arm on yours, pulling you upward from the bed.
Your head and brain still filled with sleep, you are
unable to determine if it is morning or the middle of
the night. With a strength of a man, your Mistress
pulls your arms upward and drags you to the edge of the
bed. Your legs hang over the side and your Mistress,
pressing your face into her stomach region, leans
forward and behind you and pulls your arms back,
securing them firmly with leather cuffs. She then
backs away from you and pulls on your nipples, firmly,
extending them from your well rounded mounds. As she
pulls, she increases the pressure of her fingers until
the nipples are pinches quite hard. You are now fully
awake.
"So, you like touching yourself do you slave?"
You do not respond. You fear if you answer yes it
will bring a fast and quick punishment to you. You
fear if you do not respond, this too will bring
punishment. And if you do respond by saying no, you
will be surely punished for lying. Mistress
reaches the nipples again and repeats the question,
holding tightly to each nipple. "Do you like touching
yourself slave?"
"Yes Mistress," you whisper through the pain in
your throat wishing to scream rather than speak an
audible word.
"Were you not told slave not to touch yourself?"
The pressure to your nipples is reestablished with each
question, then released when you answer.
"Yes Mistress," you have now dropped your head in
shame for the wrong you have done. You become totally
conscious now that your bedroom was indeed not that
private.
"And you touched yourself during the night, did
you not slave?" Pinching harder still, causing you to
gasp from the pain in your nipples.
"Yeeeeessss Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress," you
squirm on the edge of the bed as the pressure to your
nipples continues. "I will not do it again Mistress,
please, I will not."
"I shall see to that slave. You shall be bound to
keep you from such an act." Your Mistress stated, as
she slowly released the pressure to your nipples. "You
must learn your body is not yours any longer and
belongs completely and totally to your Master and me.
It is for our touch, not yours. Now rise and go
relieve yourself and will shall begin the preparations
for your day."
You obey without hesitation. You crave to touch
your nipples, to rub them and remove the pain that
still lingers on the tips, but with hands bound behind
you this is not possible. You enter the bathroom and
sit, only to see your Mistress walking in behind you.
Your face turns bright red again, and you drop your
eyes to the floor before you, knowing a request for
some privacy would merely bring an inflamed Mistress
towards you. You remain silent and complete your
business and your Mistress then orders you to stand in
the shower. Once inside, she removes your binds from
your wrists and turns the water on full. It is cold at
first and makes you wiggle in an attempt to get out of
the cold jet. Your Mistress grabs your arm and pulls
you back in front of it and holds you there. She soaps
you up thoroughly then lets the water beat against your
skin until you are completely rinsed. Then she orders
you from the shower stall and takes a towel and drys
you. She replaces the leather cuffs to your wrists and
presses your arms back then secures the cuffs again
behind you.
"Down the hall slave, to the examining room."
She orders, and you move quickly from the room to the
hallway. Walking a few steps before your Mistress you
arrive at the examining room ahead of her. "Open the
door slave!" How, you think, then turn around facing
your Mistress, grip the handle of the door and slowly
turn until it clicks open.
"On the table slave. On your back with legs in
the stirrups." You obey again, but dread this most
vulnerable position. Your Master's hand, you had
discovered last night is much more soothing and gentle
than your Mistress's. Just prior to your laying on the
table your Mistress unclips your hands and tells you to
stretch them to the top of the table as soon as your
feet are in position in the stirrups. Once completed,
your hands, knees, and feet are securely to the table
and stirrups, as they were the night before. Your
Mistress then presses the stirrups open even more until
your pussy lips are spread wide and gaping open.
Mistress then places a leather strap, brought from
either side of the table, around your hips, thus
preventing you from rotating them upward.
"You like to touch your tits slave?"
"Yes Mistress," you whisper timidly.
"Then we shall give you a false lover to touch
your nipples so the sensation does not leave you for a
long time to come." Your Mistress says and then moves
to the counter opposite the table and comes back with
two clips. She reaches down and gently strokes the
nipples until they are firm and erect then places one
clip on each nipple. You scream from the pain the
clips are yielding to your breasts and your Mistress
merely moves back to the counter returning with a soft,
rubber ball gag. She quickly pushes it into your mouth
when you are about to release yet another scream, then
secures it tightly behind your head. You continue to
moan and react to the pinching clips of your nipples
when finally you realize they are not that harsh, not
any harsher than your Mistress pinching the tips of
each nipple, as a matter of fact, they are less harsh
than this. You begin to relax and let the sensation of
the constant pressure to your sensitive nipples bring
you to a new wave of excitement.
"You like to touch your pussy slave?"
You can not answer now, with the gag pressed deep
into your mouth, but manage to lift your head slightly
and shake it up and down. Fear suddenly runs rampant
in your body when you think of clips, as those on your
nipples, secured to your pouting pussy lips, or your
clit, my gawd your clit. You thrash your head back and
forth in a panic, hoping, above all hope to figure a
way out from your current predicament. Your mind is
racing with thoughts and ideas of how to make free then
the reality of the situation, comes thundering into
your brain, you can not get free. You must take
whatever punishment your Mistress administers.
"I see you have thought of the clips attached to
your soft, pliable pussy lips," your Mistress says as
she reaches to the wide opened hole of your pussy and
fingers you lightly. "Or perhaps to this firm clit of
yours," she continues as she moves her fingers up to
the clit and applies a gentle but firm caress to the
tip of your clit. You try to pivot your hips to move
from her teasing, tormenting fingers, but the leather
strap secured about your hips prevents such action.
"We shall not place clips on these most sensitive
regions, at least not yet slave. But they shall be
punished. For you will, after today, I promise be
convinced that your body is no longer yours but your
Master's and mine. We shall be the ones to touch you,
caress you, bring you to heights of pleasure." Your
Mistress stops talking, removes her fingers from your
opened sex and walks back to the counter. Your body is
relieved of the tension it felt and you relax with your
weight back to the table top, making no attempt to get
away.
When your Mistress returns she carries with her a
small leather strap. The strap is flexible and she
swings it about over your face. It is about six inches
in length with a handle giving it another four inches.
After swinging it above your face she moves to the end
of the table to your wide spread legs. A rush of
horror fills your body when you comprehend what the
leather strap use will be. Despite your fear and
anxiety your pussy is flowing without restriction
letting your hot juices creep down your opened crack
and finally down to the table top. Your Mistress
positions herself before your opened regions and swings
her arm back, with the leather strap acting as an
extension to her firm hand. One crashing blow after
another slaps down upon your opened pussy lips, above
them, below them finally your tender, virgin anus, then
finally finding the erect nub of your clit. You jerk
and thrust your hips upwards as much as permitted with
the restraints to this area and scream through the ball
gag. The tears stream down your face now and you are
certain the pain will cause you to black out.
Odd, you note, in the midst of this pussy lashing,
your nipples do not hurt any longer from their
entrapped fake lovers clasp. The pain inflicted on
your wide open, vulnerable pussy and sex canal has
released the pain from your nipples. Your Mistress
dispenses three more harsh strapping to your opened sex
then stops. Her fingers move to the tip of your clit
and begins to move harshly over it,and around it. With
a suddenness, with no warning to yourself, you spasm in
a overpowering orgasm. Your body wretches forward, as
much as possible, then shudders and quakes in an
uncontrollable response to the zenith of your climax.
Your head falls back onto the table top and darkness
fills your eyes and senses as you sink into an orgasmic
blackout.
When you come to, some hour and half later, your
condition has changed only slightly. You still remain
in your most vulnerable openness, with legs spread wide
on the stirrups and hands above your head. But now,
the ball gag and leather strap pressing your hips
tightly to the table top have been removed. Your
Master is now in the room and stands talking with your
Mistress. You can not truly make out what they are
saying, as you come to, but hear them speak of the
slave, and assume they are speaking of you.
"Well little puss," your Master says when he sees
your eyes open, "have you learned who owns this body of
yours?"
"Yes Master, you, Master and Mistress own this
body."
"Very good little puss. As long as you remember
this fact, then an episode such as this will not have
to be repeated." He turns back to your Mistress now,
"Give her an enema, feed her some breakfast then
prepare her for anal penetration. I want her virgin
ass opened and stretched so it might accept me."
You hear this and tears slowly fill your eyes.
Not from the thought of your Master's sex inside your
virgin ass, but from the thought of the enema, which
you dearly dislike, almost hate.
