Seductive Master, The - 11
The next few days of your training are spent with
your Master exclusively. You are fitted for a sterling
silver collar bearing his name and are to wear it at
all times. Though it is not his custom to have his
slaves live with him, he has chosen to change this
custom with you and you alone. You have reaped highest
honors from him in this regard. It is assumed you have
brought him much pleasure or you would have been
trained, released to live in your old apartment and
visited your Master upon request. You are now truly
owned by him. All that you do is either approved by
him, caused by him or monitored by him.
The morning comes and you are released from your
bounds. Yes, your Master binds you at night, so he
might have his pleasure with you. There are times when
this does not occur but not frequently. Your first
duty is to clean yourself, asking permission always to
touch the body your Master now owns. You are to clean
yourself inside and out each morning prior to
breakfast. This morning, rather than join your
Mistress you are instructed by your Master to clean
then meet him in the library after you have eaten
breakfast. You are to wear nothing, save the silver
collar.
You reach the library door and knock, as you have
been instructed to do.
"Come in slave," your Master responds.
You enter, head down, move to the side of his desk
and wait instructions.
"Kneeling position, legs spread wide slave. You
shall sit there while I go through my day." Are the
orders given by your Master.
You kneel, spread your legs as wide as possible,
place your hands behind your back, causing your breasts
to protrude further. Your Master takes no notice of
you, and returns to his work on his desk.
As you kneel beside your Master you come to know
this man you have so easily learned to call Master. He
is a keen business investor. He does not work at an
office, but runs all of his business from his home. He
is as dominating and in control in business as with
you, his slave. His strength is admired, not just by
you, but by all who come in contact with him. He is
decisive and knows what he wants.
He has many slaves, both business and otherwise.
But none had gained the honor of living in his home
before. They come when he calls, otherwise he
maintains them in a life style of graceful living and
they do as they please when not required to meet his
demands. You do not have this choice, nor shall you
ever have it. You are his and his alone, to have at
all times, whenever the desire comes to him. He has
made it clear to you, he shall bind you whenever he
desires, he shall punish you whenever he feels the
need to do so and shall have you in whatever fashion he
wishes. You are his and his alone. He will give you
to others whether you agree or not and if you disagree
he shall punish you for such disagreement. All that
you are now is what he is and wants you to be. Your
spirit is not broken, only taken and turned around to
serve your Master. Your desire is to always be open to
him, ready for him, in any way he wishes.
As he works, he stops on occasion and rubs your
breasts, gently, tenderly he plays with the nipples.
Then finally pinches each hard, causing a moan to
escape your lips. Your pussy is dripping and ready for
him. But much to your despair he returns to his work.
As the morning grinds on, your knees hurt from
kneeling all this time, but your Master has not said
for you to rise. You are displayed to all that enter
the library, those doing business with your Master, as
well as the servants caring for your Master's needs.
This morning a total of four people have visited
your Master. Three men and one woman. Each man
requested the right to touch you, your Master grants
this. The first man to visit reaches for your nipples
and plays with them gently, then moves his hands down
your stomach area and finally presses his fingers into
your shaved pussy lips. Slowly he moves his fingers in
and out of you, you moan with the pleasure he is
creating, and as you do your Master demands him to
stop. The second man makes the same request and is
granted access to your body. He pinches, and pulls at
your nipples, causing more pleasure to you, then moves
his fingers down to your stiffen clit and rubs it back
and forth. Your hips begin to move back and forth to
meet his fingers, a moan comes upward from your hot,
dripping pussy and your Master again orders the man to
stop. The third man to visit your Master makes the
same request and once again your Master grants him
access to you. He rubs and pulls at your nipples, then
pinches both very hard, you moan and gasp at the
pleasure of this pain. His fingers travel down your
sides and rather than entering your dripping pussy, he
slides his hands behind you and presses two fingers
into you anus. He slides his other hand back to your
pussy and thrusts two fingers deep into you. He begins
working his fingers in an out of your pussy and anus,
you all but fall to the side with the pleasure, as you
feel an orgasm reaching. Then with a suddenness your
Master stops the man and you are left wanting, burning
with desire to be filled. The woman pays little, or no
attention to you. She merely comments on how lovely a
slave you are and continues with her business with your
Master.
Your desires are kept on the edge by your Master
throughout the morning. For when no visitor is present
to touch you, he does so. He presses his fingers into
your dripping pussy and thrusts them in and out of you
while his thumb rubs your clit. Bringing you to the
edge of orgasm then he pulls away, leaving you craving
for fulfillment. At one point you even beg him to
enter you and the only response given is a look of
total dissatisfaction for such a request.
"Time slave, you may rise now," your Master
states, as he reaches down to help you stand. "You may
use the bathroom then down to the playroom." He
continues as he walks out the door of the library.
You hurry to the bathroom then quickly move down
the stairs to the playroom. You have no idea what is
come now, but hope it shall end with him entering you
and satisfying your need. You go to the center of the
room and assume the standing position while waiting for
your Master. When he does enter he has changed from
his dress suit to a robe.
"Kneel slave," he orders. You do so immediately.
"Slave you begged to be satisfied this morning. You
are not to beg, ever. You know your Master knows what
is best for you at all times, or at least you are
suppose to know this. Since you showed this morning
that this lesson has not been learned well we shall
correct that now. Before we begin however, you will
tell me the rules of my house. Any errors shall meet
with punishment in addition to what is already decided.
Now begin slave."
Sheepishly you begin to recite the rules, only
this time the passion and admiration and love you feel
for your Master is behind the rules. He does not stop
you in your recital. Finally, after ten minutes of
talking you have stated the final rule, you fall silent
and drop your head again.
"There were only two errors slave. You mixed up
two of the rules, putting one before the other when in
fact they are reversed. This will bring punishment
slave, but not as severe as it might have been. Now
stand, place your hands in front of you and prepare for
discipline."
You place your hands in front of you and your
Master places leather cuffs around your wrists. Once
snapping them together by the hook and eye, he pulls
your arms upward, over your head, attaches a chain from
the ceiling to your wrist cuffs then with a pulley
pulls you upward so you are now standing on tip toe.
Your Master now places a spreader bar between your
legs at the ankles, secures it tightly with leather
cuffs then spreads it as wide as your legs will permit.
He retrieves a soft rubber ball gag from the shelves of
discipline items and you open your mouth wide to
receive it. He then takes a blindfold and places it
over your eyes. You are now filled with anticipation
of what is to happen next. You are thrilled and afraid
all at the same time. Your pussy is dripping even more
now and you can feel the moisture of your juices
running down the inside of your leg. You can hear your
Master moving about the room but do not know what he is
about to do to you, if anything. This causes you to
have an involuntary cold chill run through you. A
chill from excitement as well as fear. Apprehension is
now your companion along with the desire to be
fulfilled.
Suddenly a stinging slap of leather strikes your
left breast, hitting the tip of the nipple. You snap
back at the immediate shock of pain rushing through
your body, as much as is possible considering your
restrained position. Again the leather strikes out and
lands harshly on your left breast, then before you can
recover from this another lashing hits your right
breast. After six more lashes strike firmly on your
nipples it becomes silent, except for your whimpering
through the ball gag pressed into your mouth. You are
perspiring now, and your juices are running down your
leg more than ever. You can feel the need burning deep
within you to be taken, but that is not what is to
happen, at least not yet. You are left restrained for
sometime before anything else happens.
After about five minutes, you feel the moisture of
a tongue to your left nipple. Slowly it teases the
flesh, then the mouth covers the breast and sucks at
you, next the teeth find the tip end and gently,
tenderly nip at the tip. Your Master moves from one
breast to the other, you are twisting and trying to
rotate your hips to find satisfaction, as you begin all
the action of your hips, Master stops and you are left,
hanging, still not satisfied.
Your frustration building, you are left in agony
for another five to ten minutes. Time is impossible to
judge for you now. Finally you hear something being
rolled across the floor and placed near you. The next
sensation you feel is a sudden stream of air forcefully
hitting your clit. Your Master has taken a air hose,
the type they use in the dentist office, and is
applying it to your clit. The first reaction is a
shiver and chill to run through you, but after applying
the rush of air to your clit several times you are
nearly ready to jump out of your skin for the desire of
an orgasm. As your body wrenches and yanks against its
restraints the air blowing on your clit is taken away.
You are again left hanging, waiting to achieve the
orgasm you so desperately need.
Another few minutes pass. Your mind is racing
with thoughts of what your Master will do next. You
know what you wish he would do, you wish he would enter
you and fuck you hard and fast. But you know, deep
down this will not happen, not until he is fully
satisfied you have learned your lessons. Suddenly a
sharp sting hits your bare ass. Before you recoil from
the blow another strikes you, harder than the first.
Then another and another. Your Master continues
bringing the wooden paddle down firmly on your bared
buttocks. Your bottom turns from creamy white to hot
pink quickly from the forcefulness of the blows. You
realize this spanking is not a spanking for arousal but
a paddling for punishment as the paddle cracks again
against your ass. When your bared ass turns to a rich
red color your Master stops. Before you realize he has
stopped you feel a large dildo pushed forcefully into
your open pussy and the vibration of it begins. Your
body spasms with orgasm almost immediately, then again
and again you come. You are left hanging with this
huge dildo pushed into you, vibrating away, for at
least fifteen minutes, bringing you from one orgasm to
another. Your moans of pleasure are co-mingled with
your whimpering tones of exhaustion and pain.
Finally your Master removes the dildo. You are
empty and yet feel no real satisfaction. You all but
pass out, tittering on the borderline of consciousness.
After a long time, you have no idea how long, for time
has lost all meaning now, you feel your Master untying
the blindfold from your eyes. You keep your eyes
closed then blink and start becoming adjusted to the
light once again. Then the soft ball gag is removed
from your mouth. He lowers the chain now and your feet
become firmly planted on the floor. Slowly he pulls
your hands down and releases them. He then takes the
spreader bar and releases it and removes it from your
ankles. He helps you move about the room a little,
getting accustom to walking again and getting
circulation back into your legs and body.
He says nothing, but points to the floor, you
immediately kneel before him, head bowed.
"Slave, who is your Master?"
"You sir, you are my Master."
"Slave, who knows what is best for you?"
"You sir, my Master."
"Slave, have you learned not to make requests of
your Master but to take what he knows is best for you?"
"Yes Master," you answer timidly. You feel like a
small child being chastised by a parent for bad
behavior. Your buttocks touch your heels as you kneel
back on your legs and you can feel the pain that was
inflicted by the paddle. A reminder of your lesson
learned.
Your Master now moves toward you. He reaches down
to your arms, which are placed behind your head and
pulls you upward towards him. He presses you into his
body and holds you tightly with his firm, strong arms
wrapped around you. His robe opens slightly now and
his cock stands erect. He slowly presses himself to
you and pulls you upward until you are impaled upon his
rigid cock, your legs wrap around his waist, clinging
to him tightly. Slowly, with him inside you, he moves
to the table across the room and presses you onto it.
You let out a slight groan as your still reddish, pink
buttocks touch the table top. Without pulling out of
you he is suddenly on the table over you. Slowly he
pumps in and out of your still wet pussy. His fingers
find your breasts and he begins to caress them with
tenderness, you murmur again for you now feel the pain
of the spanking your nipples had received. His fingers
are gentle and he does not pinch you but merely teases
the flesh. You can feel the rush of warmth careen
through your body now. His pumping is still slow and
gentle. You wish he would speed up and thrust into you
hard and fast, but say nothing, having learned your
most painful lesson. His fingers slide down your body,
gently petting your flesh. When he reaches your hips
he slides his fingers behind your back then moves his
hands under your smarting buttocks. His fingers
tenderly kneed your fleshy mounds. Finally a hand
presses in between your asscheeks and moves into your
back passage. As his finger thrusts into you his
movement begins to increase and he is pushing harder
and faster into your pussy. Your hands reach for him
to pull him to your chest and he slowly leans more into
you. Now his action is a forceful thrust as he pounds
his rigid cock in and out of you. Within moments you
feel it swell within you and your pussy involuntarily
tightens around his cock to hold it within you as he
explodes with his creamy fluid spreading inside you.
You flow with your own orgasm when you feel his cock
spasm again within you. His finger pressed in your
anus is pushing in and out of you hard and fast again,
as you feel him cum yet another time within your walls
of pleasure. Wave after wave of orgasms rush through
your body with each pump of his cock. Finally he stops
and withdraws his limp member from you. You are
satisfied for the first time today and wish you could
start all over again. He lays gently beside you and
pulls you onto your side facing him. His arms reach
around you and holds you tightly to his now naked body
and you both drift off to sleep with your lips touching
each others.
You do not know if it is his movement that awakens
you but when you open your eyes he is not on the table
next to you any longer. Suddenly from behind you, you
feel his hands on your shoulder, pressing you over onto
your stomach. You roll over without a verbal command.
He begins rubbing warm oil over your bruised buttocks.
It feels soothing to the painful well spanked
asscheeks.
"Slave, we shall have a party soon, this weekend.
You shall attend with me and I shall expect you to
perform as a good, well trained slave. If you should
embarrass me and perform in any way indicating you are
not well trained, then you shall experience discipline
and training immediately." He continued massaging oil
over your body as he talked.
"Now slave, upstairs clean yourself, you may touch
the body I own, then join your Master for dinner."
Without hesitation you rose and headed upstairs to
clean yourself and prepare for dinner.
