Seductive Master, The - 06
As you stand, submissively before your Master,
reflecting on the prior days, your clipped nipples
respond to the sensation of the clips and stirs a
warmth through your nether region. You continue to
ponder the events, they now somehow seemed so long ago.
Your mind quickly pushes past the total discomfort
of the enema you experienced. Then you recall the
gentle, almost tender massage your Mistress gave you
during the shower following the enema.
Having relieved yourself of the three bags of
water your Mistress filled you with, she then orders
you into the shower. Your hands are free, but you feel
no need to run, nor desire. Gently, she begins to
massage your body with a washcloth filled with soap.
When she reaches your well strapped pussy region, she
gingerly touches you, moving her fingers lightly,
tenderly over the lips. The sensation returns to your
pussy, your clit and the entire tender area, for this
region felt somewhat numb from the harsh spanking it
had just received. Your Mistress removes the washcloth
from her hand and with compassionate, satin fingers
strokes the soap within your slit. You legs are spread
wide already, but you attempt to spread them even more,
and the only restraint is the size of the shower
itself. Your Mistress responds to your attempt to
spread wider for her, by gently, carefully moving her
silky fingers deeper into you. You feel the burning
desire, deep within your womb for the fulfillment of
your now opened, well lubricated pussy to be filled
with the hardness of your Master's manliness. Your
Mistress continues to move her fingers in and out of
your flowing pussy, when you realized she had pressed
four fingers deep within you. Her thumb searched for
your clit and gently rubs it. Within a few moments you
were in the throws of another orgasm. As the waves of
pleasure rushes through your body, you reach to the
walls of the shower to hold yourself steady. When you
are finished, and begin climbing down from the orgasmic
high your Mistress picks up the washcloth and finishes
washing you.
You are then taken downstairs, unbound, but still
nude, for breakfast. You walk into the breakfast room,
which is nothing more than a sun porch directly by the
kitchen and wait for your Mistress to instruct you.
You take notice of a chair on the other side of the
room. It strikes you odd, for in the center of the
chair is what appears to be a dildo extended upwards
from the bottom. A shiver runs through you when your
realize what its purpose is. Your Mistress moves over
to the chair, pulls a tube of K-Y jelly from a pocket
in the smock she wears and spreads it completely around
the one and one half in thick dildo.
"Come slave, your seat of honor awaits," she says
to you. You sheepishly and with great apprehension
move to the chair. Your ass cheeks and sphincter
reflexes involuntarily as you walk in anticipation of
what is come. As you slowly walk towards the chair you
hear something behind you and glance back over your
shoulder. Much to your humiliation and mortification
are two other people. One dressed as a maid and the
other obviously the gardener judging from his
appearance. Your entire body feels the warmth of a
blush as it covers you. Your head drops in utter
despair for your situation and indignity you are now
suffering in front of strangers. You have become
accustomed to your Mistress and Master, but these
people. Your brain contemplates the ability of
retreating, withdrawing from your agreement with your
Master, but your heart, your inner being knows you will
not. You have finally achieved the security you have
always desired. The fulfilling inner joy of peace,
knowing you are cared for, taken care of and when
behaving properly given all the things your heart and
fantasy dreams could desire. Why even the spankings
and harsh treatment of your pussy from the strapping
this morning made you feel the release of tension from
your being, as well as the long need you have had for
punishment for failure to live up to your own
potential. You knew these were some of many reasons
you enjoyed the spankings, the punishment. Though
these thoughts raged through your mind, it did not
alter the embarrassment you were experiencing at this
moment.
Once you reached the chair, your Mistress stopped
you in front of it, "Standing position slave, legs
spread very wide." You immediately placed your hands
behind your head, interlacing the fingers of each hand
and spread your legs a good two and half to three feet
apart.
"Now slave, bend forward. You may use your hands
on your ankles if you need steady yourself." You want
to bend completely over and crawl away, for the maid
and gardener still stood watching the activities of you
and your Mistress. You bend forward then quickly bring
your hands from behind your head and brace yourself on
your ankles. You can feel the air caress your anus and
opened pussy.
Slowly your Mistress places K-Y jelly on her
fingers and begins to circle the outer ring of your
anus. Your muscles tighten at the touch. "You will
feel much pain if you do not relax slave, so relax."
You know from the experience of having a small
butt plug inserted that this is true. But this dildo
forced through the seat of the chair is not a small
butt plug. It is about five inches long as well as an
inch and a half thick. You try to relax, to focus your
attentions on other things, then you feel your
Mistress's fingers enter you rear hole. Slowly she
moves her fingers around inside you, lubricating you
thoroughly.
"Standing position slave," she commands. You
immediately stand up and bring your hands back to
behind your head. Your face is flushed red from
leaning forward, which does a nice job of hiding the
red caused by your blushing. Slowly your Mistress
maneuvers you to the seat of the chair and the waiting
dildo. She gently, but firmly pushes down on your
shoulders and you, with great reluctance bend your
knees and move to a sitting position. The plastic head
of the dildo begins to slowly press at your anus and
you react by tightening your sphincter muscle once
again. Without a word your Mistress pulls you back up
and draws you near her. She cradles you in her arms,
with the tenderness of a mother holding her child. She
holds you closely to her well endowed breasts and
gently begins talking to you in a whispering voice.
"You must relax," as she speaks her hands that are
wrapped around your naked body begin to rub you gently.
One hand to your back, the other moving to your
buttocks and soothingly rubbing your round, firm
derriere. You feel yourself relax in her strong arms.
When she moves her hands back and simply holds you
talking quietly, "If you do not relax you could hurt
yourself. We don't want that dear. Now you must trust
me and just relax."
When she releases her grasp on you, it becomes
clear the entire time she talked to you she was moving
you over the dildo and finally on to it, so it now
pressed gently inside your anus. There was no pain, oh
perhaps a little, but very minor. It felt huge inside
you but not totally uncomfortable.
"Now lift your legs up from the floor and let your
body weight lower you the rest of the way." Your
Mistress states. You comply, lifting your legs up and
feeling the dildo move deeper within your bowel, until
you feel your asscheeks firmly on the seat of the chair
and the intruder hard and erect within you.
Your Mistress turns around and motions for the
other two people watching this entire ordeal to come
into the breakfast room now. They move in, one on
either side of your chair and suddenly lift the chair
by the seat and move it closer to the table. When they
have completed this task they bow their heads and ask,
"May we go back to work now Mistress?" She grants them
permission to do so and orders the maid to bring
breakfast for the two of you.
"Now little slave, you shall sit upon your throne
for at least two hours this morning and then return to
it tonight for another two. In a few days the small
dildo will be replaced with a larger one and we will
continue using larger ones until your Master is
satisfied. Good," she interrupts herself as the maid
slave brings two plates of scrambled eggs with fruit on
the side, to the table, places them before your
Mistress. "Now, lets see, where was I, oh yes, your
Master will test your progress for anal penetration
periodically and we will continue to treat the area
until he is totally happy." The maid slave brings in
coffee now for the two of you and bows her head,
walking backwards from the room and leaves you and your
Mistress in private to eat.
"When the two hours have passed slave," your
Mistress continues as she eats her breakfast, and you
eat yours, "we shall permit you the right to relieve
yourself then you shall retire to the playroom."
The playroom, the thought rushes through your
brain, oh good, as you begin wondering what excitements
await you in a short period of time.
Thirty minutes having passed, as you sit on your
dildo throne, and your anus feels as though a huge rod
is pushed into it. Your ass is becoming numb from
sitting so perfectly still. The discomfort is becoming
an irritant rather than a pleasure even with the
thought of your Master entering you.
Your Mistress finishes her second cup of coffee
then rises and moves to your chair. She kneels down to
the side of you and orders you to lift your legs. You
obey instantly, and she slides the chair around to face
her. Now fully in front of you, your legs spread wide,
in the proper position of a slave, she moves her
fingers to your pussy and presses into their soft pedal
folds. She slowly moves her fingers around, you can
feel your juices begin to flow at her first touch. She
increases the speed, only slightly and you can feel the
furor of her actions rush through your body. She
suddenly withdraws her fingers and moves to under the
chair. You jump slightly when the dildo pushed deep
within you begins to vibrate. Her fingers move back to
your warm pussy and begin to rub your outer lips and
teasingly slips inside then out again. This continues
and you can feel yourself nearing orgasm, though as it
begins to streak through your body, all the action
stops abruptly. You are in total frustration and start
to move your unbound hands to your clit to satisfy
yourself. With a sudden realization of the pussy
whipping you received earlier you pull your hands back
and place them behind your head, an attempt to cover
your original intent. Your Mistress seems to have
bought this move for she says nothing regarding it.
The next hour and a half is spent bringing you to
the very edge of orgasm then denying you the
opportunity for release. Finally, your Mistress
presses her fingers deep within you while her thumb
reaches your clit and works it around feverishly, then
the dildo in your anus is started again and the
vibration raises you higher to orgasm. Suddenly the
dildo is moving in and out of your anus and thrusting
back and forth and you explode in an even higher orgasm
than the others you had felt since being here.
"Now slave," your Mistress sternly says, once you
have recovered from the orgasm, "to the bathroom,
relieve yourself, then to the playroom for your next
lesson." You pull yourself off the plastic cock
slowly, then walk down the hall to the bathroom. You
use the facilities then immediately make your way to
the door to the basement leading to the playroom. Your
Mistress in attendance all the while.
Upon entering the playroom you see your Master.
Your heart skips a beat and you wish you could rush to
him and throw your arms around his neck and thank him
for the pleasures he is teaching you. But you know if
you do so you will not be received in the same manner
in which you feel and thus you restrain yourself from
this outward display of gratitude and love. Yes love,
for now you feel a strong bond of love for your Master
and Mistress. For all the doors of pleasure they have
opened to you thus far.
"Standing position slave," your Mistress orders,
once you are in the playroom and close to the center of
it. You assume your position immediately, with head
bowed as your Master and Mistress discuss you and your
progress.
"She did well on the dildo chair Master
Nathaniel", your Mistress reported. "She stayed the
entire two hours and responded well to the thrusting of
the small dildo in and out of her anus. She did
however, when being teased, attempt to reach for her
pussy to satisfy her need, but quickly pulled her arms
back and placed them behind her head."
Damn, you think to yourself, she did notice. Your
heart sinks at the thought of this, for you are certain
you will be punished. You can only pray it will not be
another whipping to your tender, sensitive pussy.
"Thank you Mistress, I will continue her training
this afternoon, you may go now," your Master states
firmly. Your Mistress leaves the room, closing the
door tightly behind her. "So little puss, you like to
masturbate and satisfy your needs! We shall continue
to work on this desire and correct this wrong
behavior." Your Master walks to the wall shelving
holding the various instruments used for punishment and
walks back with a simple flat, wooden hairbrush. He
reaches down, unties his robe, hangs it on a hook, then
stands before you nude. His firm body ripples when he
bends his knees slightly and grasps firmly your right
arm, pulling it from the clasped fingers of your left
hand he leads you across the room to a chair. He sits
and pats his knees, "Lay across my knees little pus for
your correction." You can feel the excitement rising
in you as well as the humiliation and shame. You feel
like a small child now, about to be paddled for bad
behavior. You know your chastiser is puritanical about
proper conduct and will rigidly administer the
punishment to correct such behavior. Slowly, with
trepidation you lay across the knees of your Master,
your pussy slowly oozing its juices down to your inner
thigh.
Unknown to you, your Master is aware that a bare
bottom spanking across his knees is one of the most
sensuous actions a Master can have with a slave, next
to pressing his hard cock into all her openings. He
slowly positions you over his knees, so your bare
bottom is in direct line to his right arm. He tells
you to keep your legs spread wide and says you are not
to move. "If you move," he warns, "we shall begin
again. Each time you move, we start over, do you
understand little puss?"
"Yes Master," you say, now in a little girl voice.
"Very good little puss. As the lessons of this
morning did not seem to sink in properly we will
administer no less than forty spanks. They shall be
placed firmly on the sit spot of your bared bottom with
the hard, wooden hairbrush. After each spank you will
state to your Master, 'thank you Master, I behaved
badly and deserve more', until we reach the agreed
forty spanks. When the forty have been delivered, I
shall begin again with my opened hand, giving you
another forty. Again, little puss, you must not move
or the action will start all over from one. Is this
clear?"
"Yes Master," you say in the most timid voice,
which even surprises you, for you have not heard this
tone from yourself since you were a child receiving a
sound spanking from your father. Your inner thigh area
quivers with the anticipation of the first blow and you
brace yourself for the sharpness of it. Deep within
you, you desire this more than anything. It satisfies
some need buried, and hidden within and is almost as
exhilarating as feeling your Master's hard cock inside
you. The first spank comes down on your sit spot,
firmly but not harshly. You immediately respond with,
"Thank you Master, I behaved badly and deserve more."
"I shall oblige you then little puss," your Master
responds as he brings the hairbrush down almost in the
same spot with a bit more force. Again your repeat
your recital of words, believing them even more with
each spank imparted on your firm, round, bare bottom.
By the time your Master has reached thirty, the
spanks are hard, almost severe, being delivered with a
firm, burning sting to your unprotected ass. You are
in tears now, but still have not moved nor have you
forgotten to thank your Master for doing his duty in
your Master drops the hairbrush to the floor. His hand
moves tenderly to your burning ass and caresses the
glowing surface of your sit spot. Maintaining an even
pressure and caress to your bare, throbbing ass.
Slowly his fingers move down to your opened legs and
presses ever gently into your open, sopping pussy. He
tenderly, with fingers that feel almost like feathers
moves over your pussy, finding your clit and fondles it
ever so carefully and gingerly. His hand now moves
back to your ass and rubs a little firmer on the tender
area.
"Now little puss, we will continue. You do
remember what you are to say, do you not?"
"Yes Master," you answer, just as timidly as
before.
"Very good! We shall begin." And with that your
Master's hand firmly and smartly strikes your sit spot
again. You let out a yelp and the tears begin to flow
again down your cheeks. Again you do not forget your
ordered statement, "Thank you Master, I have behaved
badly and deserve more." With that, your Master brings
his hand firmly down again, giving you only enough time
to respond, then again and again. You can feel the
heat from your ass all the way to your pussy. You note
that your pussy is pressed directly into his knee now,
as he has readjusted your position some to ensure it
is. You also note that your Master's cock is firm
under your stomach. The feeling of his firm cock
excites you even more and your pussy is flowing as
easily as the river Nile.
As each spank is unyieldingly given, you can feel
your pussy become more and more excited. Finally, near
the thirty fourth spank you burst with a surging
orgasm, your body jerks and shudders from the force of
it, yet somehow you remain firmly across your Master's
lap. He delays the spanks now, spacing them apart
more, and when each is given your can feel the force of
yet another explosive orgasm rushing through you. When
he reaches forty, you feel the frustration of needing
to cum, yet are not relieved. Your Master stops
spanking you and orders you up to standing position.
You reluctantly do as you are told.
"Now little puss, do you think you have learned
your lesson?"
"Yes Master," you sheepishly say, with head bowed.
"I should hope so little puss. If not, there will
be further punishment. But I am certain there will be
anyway, for you have a long way to go before you have
learned all the proper training of a slave."
Your Master walks around you as he speaks. His
voice never louder than a soft, almost whisper.
Occasionally you see his face out of the corner of your
eye and the desire to throw your arms around him is so
great it is almost overwhelming.
"Now little puss, you have failed another time.
You are to be, at all times, aware of your Master's
needs and desires, and here I stand with a cock that is
rock hard and in need of satisfying and you have made
no attempt to correct this problem for your Master."
Immediately you drop to your knees and begin to
tongue the shaft of your Master's cock. Slowly, gently
you swirl your tongue around the shaft, reaching the
head, you flick your tongue lightly over it. Your
Master now reaches down and pulls your head back
gently, you understand the action and open your mouth
wide to accept him inside. He moves slowly in and out
of your mouth, your tongue moving around and around the
shaft of his hard cock as he does. His speed increases
and your tongue increases with him, until finally you
feel the spasm of his cock in your mouth, he presses it
deep into your throat. You swallow hard and fast to
take all of his creamy juices and you feel his cock
spasm again and more washes down your throat. Before
withdrawing from your mouth, he has spent his cum at
least three times into your opened throat. As he
withdraws his limp member from you, your tongue goes to
work again to ensure it is free of cum.
As if this had no effect on him whatsoever, your
Master goes and retrieves his robe from the hook. You
have returned to standing position and await his
instructions.
"Little puss, as part of your punishment, you
shall stand in the corner, hands down to your sides,
upstairs in the library, while I conduct business with
some associates. You shall stand there nude, with your
well spanked, red bottom facing out to the room, so all
will know you behaved badly and that your Master was
not remiss in delivering the proper correction. Now
upstairs little puss, quickly."
You quickly move through the playroom to the door,
opening it, you step aside to let your Master exit then
quickly move behind him up the stairs. You can already
feel the embarrassment of your position. Your nude
body being exposed to strangers. Your Master telling
them of your behavior and perhaps even what you did
that was so wrong which warranted the spanking. You
can feel your pussy throbbing with excitement, and your
clit reacting again with anticipation of what is come.
A full completion of punishment. First the soundness
of the spanking, unyielding, despite your cries, your
orgasm, and moans then the humiliation and
embarrassment of exposing your behavior and punishment
of such to others. Up until two days ago you would not
have dreamed all your secret fantasies would be
fulfilled. But they so needed fulfilling. Like a
woman out on the desert without water for several days,
the thirst for your fantasies to be filled was finally
being quenched.
