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The Seductive Master

Part 6

                        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.



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