Master

My Master told me to sit naked and wait for his orders. The chair was cold on my bare ass, so he let me put something down as a barrier. I took my sarong from the towel rack (I wrap myself in it every morning to walk to the dorm showers) and placed it on the chair. I wait. I watch the screen, wishing that rather than this two-dimensional conversation we were in glorious 3-D.

We had decided that we would both take Friday off and leave early that morning. We were only going away for the weekend but we were both looking forward to it. You always deserve time off from work since you work so hard. Not saying that I don't work hard too, but you know what I mean. We both deserve this. My bag has been packed for a week. I'm sitting on my couch waiting for you when I get the text that you are here.

There he was, dressed in black pants and a white shirt. He was handsome, slightly older than I, maybe 25, brunette with piercing green eyes. This is all I saw before he walked over and slipped a blindfold over my eyes and I found myself in total darkness. His calm but demanding voice startled me. "Do you agree to give yourself to me for as long as I please, at my will, no safe words, no ways out, completely at my mercy?

"Troy will be here Tuesday night," He told her, "to work his special magic with the camera. I believe that one of the best possible Valentine's Day experiences should be a documentation of O/our relationship." she simply smiled sweetly, barely daring to look up from where she knelt beside His favorite reclining chair while Joe Scarborough prattled on. "That would be wonderful, Master. How do You want Troy to photograph U/us?

I was just stepping out of my shower when He called me, few words were spoken between us but it was enough for me to know exactly what tonight was going to entail. Rushing to my room, I began to slip into something I knew would please him. My smooth waxed pussy was covered by the tiniest black lace g-string, that disappeared like floss between my cheeks, rubbing against my button.

There was another pop against her red ass. She yanked at the chains that bound her to the arched ceiling. "How the fuck did I get here?!" Her mind was racing. Another strike landed on her cheeks. They began to fondle her nipples. They were strong and handsome. Each tit was handled, pulled sucked. She did not have the control. Her license to demand had been revoked... momentarily. These two had somehow overpowered her and chains became her master.

Aven lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, face turned to the side on the pillow. She awaited her master's arrival home, hoping that for the first time she would get some attention from him and be able to cum in a week. What seemed like hours, but were only minutes, passed. She heard the key in the lock turn. The sound made her wet, and her juices began to flow.

I'm so tired... I shuffle into the kitchen to make my morning coffee. I take the coffee from the cabinet and smell it when I open the lid. God, I love coffee. As I add the grounds and the water to the machine, I go through the day's routine in my head. 'That sales report is due at work today, and I've got to pay the cable bill before I forget.

It's still dark outside, but I've already built the fire back up, and I'm staring into the flickering flames when I hear you softly padding into the room. My chair is understated, but it is where I journal, ponder, process before the day begins in earnest. Just to the right is a large, luxurious floor pillow, a mound of soft comforting warmth. You settle into the pillow, sighing as you rest your head against my thigh and twine your arms around my leg.

my Master and i have a morning ritual, set aside only if one of U/us is sick. While some may find the ritual to be generally better for Him, i derive great pleasure from it as well. Each morning, Master shoves the covers toward the foot of the bed, baring O/our naked bodies to the cool air of the bedroom. Since He typically awakens first, i am generally quite drowsy and lethargic, but as my Master sits in bed against the headboard, my body mechanically moves into position, draped across His lap, my head to His left so His right hand – His dominant hand – has the best access to my feminine charms.

This is my first submission, I hope you like it. Oh and sorry that it's this short, but it's based on one of my short fantasies. Of course I'll write more if you people like it or I get another idea. But now, have fun reading. ***** I wake up, as I feel two nearly identical pairs of soft boobs slide slowly along my body. I hear two girls giggle and feel the bed shift a little as my beautiful friends "

For three months now she started every day the same way, as Master had trained her, and continued to do. She would softly, lightly, remove the bed covers, and slide between his legs to moisten his hard cock with her saliva. With her back to him, she would kneel over his cock and slide her ass all the way down onto it, and wait for him to wake. She suspected that he was generally awake, but she had on occasion sat as such for twenty minutes before he would make his move.

She slowly awakened, groggily realizing there was a tongue between her ass cheeks, doing a superb job of reaming out her sensitive asshole. She was already near orgasm. She started to moan, only to feel the tongue pull out and to receive a sharp slap to her right butt cheek. "Not a sound, slut, or you'll be punished." And the tongue delved back into her dark recesses. Slut tried hard to stay quiet.

The text message came at exactly 8pm., as expected. It included the name of a motel, a room number and the time I was to arrive. I was told not to be late, so I didn't waste any time getting ready. I turned on my computer and got directions to the motel. It was in the city, just north of a bad neighborhood, that I was thankful to avoid. I didn't know the streets that well, but I figured it would take about 40 min.

Donna Harris had a dull life: a single mother to a pre-teen daughter, trapped in a dead end office job, which paid minimum wage. She and afore mentioned daughter lived in a low rent apartment in a block that was as big as the Titanic and the iceberg that sunk it. Over the few months that they had lived there, she had developed a sort of friendship with a bloke living on the other side of the block to her who only called himself 'Mickey'.

Dressed in my black dress, with nothing on underneath - just as my Master likes - I stand shivering slightly in the cold night air. Already my skin, where it is exposed to the chill, is showing signs of goose-bumps, and my black boots barely keeping my legs and feet warm. He knows I am waiting for him. Only for him. I shiver, not because I am cold, although that does carry a factor, but from desire and anticipation.

The front door closed behind Sarah as she entered the house, and she couldn't even make it to the table to set her keys down before she seemingly collapsed on the floor. Why did she feel this way... everything had been fine just last night with Master.... She couldn't help but whimper there on the carpet, needing Master right then.. Only He could make her feel better this time. She lay for a while before forcing herself up and going into their bedroom to change.

Chapitre 1 I am a control freak. I know this even though my Master says he sees no dominant qualities in me. He sees the person I want to be with him, the person that seeks solace in and from the psychological turmoil her parents wreaked on her over the years. Do what they say, obey, never make a mistake, always make the right choices -their choices- but come out of it a fully-fledged adult.

The palms of my hands were drenched in sweat and I felt my knees going weak; He was finally coming home. It had been a long time since we were able to see each other because I was in college and He was busy with work. But now was the time when Master would be reunited with His slave and I had plenty of punishment coming my way. During the time we were apart Master and I talked almost every day and I took advantage of the distance; I was flat out disobedient and disrespectful.

For just over two weeks now, Master had withheld from beating his slave, Tarina, in any way, which would mark her flesh. Tarina had been climbing the walls in need of a good pain session, but nothing she did persuaded Him to satisfy her hunger. Master had spent hours bathing her, massaging lotions into every centimetre of her body, until her normally soft, pale skin was even softer, glowing and pale, smooth and silky.

Sir turned away and spoke towards justine this time, "And i don't appreciate My seasoned slave being so willingly apart of this adventure, so whatever punishment befalls My submissive will tenfold land on My slave...in due time." Snapping His head back to sabrina, there was a glint of humor in Sir's eyes as He added, "maybe a fitting punishment would be an eye for an eye type of scenario, My pretty blonde bitch.

This is a 100% true and factual story. She was shaking, and looked like a nervous little peacock as she walked back to her car with her panties stuffed into her mouth. Her arms were folded under her breasts and she could see his car through the corner of her right eye as he drove by her side, 50 feet away. She knew he was watching her every move as she walked through the strip mall parking lot.

And in the time it takes for her arms to slip from round his neck, her lips to pull gently from his, a wave of his lust has focused and thickened the moment. His hand twines in her hair, dragging her head backwards, exposing her throat. He bites. "Get up those stairs, now," is growled into her. She stumbles away from him, takes the three small strides required to set foot on the first tread.

The November night was cold and rainy, as had been the pattern for several days. He arrived after a long day of work, and the weariness was evident in His eyes. She had planned the evening carefully, wanting Him to feel catered to and doted on. She had fixed him a sandwich, had grapes and a cold drink, knowing He would not have taken time to eat during the day. And to spark His imagination, just a little, she had put her hair in pigtails, low on the back of her head.

After a long week culminating with a longer-than-usual day in the office, I was definitely ready to go home and start the weekend. As I shut down the laptop, an idea came to mind. I first took a quick stroll around the office to ensure that I was indeed alone. My colleagues had already left for the weekend, and the cleaning staff had already come and gone, so I was indeed truly alone in the office.

It was already the last days of July but it didn't feel like summer at all. She hadn't been in London for much more than a month and she was still not used to the constantly overcast, drizzly weather and all that suffocating humidity that makes you feel hot and cold at the same time. But no matter how this city beat her down the last few weeks, she still liked it here.