Master

Her back was hurting. Kate would never admit that of course, but as she waited bent over at the waist, delicate wrists encased in the heavy wooden stocks, it was hard not to notice the tugging ache in the base of her spine. For the first few hours she had proudly kept her chin up, meeting the eyes of everyone that walked past. Kate had ignored the laughter in their eyes, and pretended not to see the darker lusty looks of some of the men.

Nick whispered to Charlotte, "It's always your choice Charlotte, my dear...you can always say no to my being your master....but never no to your master." Do you understand the difference? She'd lost all track of time and she didn't care. The heavy drapes were drawn, blocking the incredible view from Nick's balcony, and also blocking out any sign of daylight or darkness. The sheet beneath her was slightly damp, as was her skin.

Precious was lonely. It seemed like the whole world was on lock-down and she hadn't been fucked in weeks. She dreamed about her Daddy and remembered all the fun they'd had. She thought about the threesomes in her bedroom, the occasional groups and the amazing times they'd had at play parties. She thought about the kinky afternoons when they were alone and how happy she was to do his bidding. Precious is only 25, but she's been with Daddy for six incredible years.

"Good boy. Always remember that I can abandon you anytime I desire it. Do you understand?" "Woof." "Good. Now, Master Dave, has he been a good puppy?' "Yes, Goddess Vena, he has." "Dino, get on all fours." After I got on all fours, Goddess Vena told me to lower my chest onto the table and put my hands behind my back. She and Master Dave stood behind me. After having my legs spread further apart, I felt Goddess Vena's sharp nails caressing my balls.

It was fading into dusk, and a sable pall was descending swiftly over the verdant island and across the water to a smaller, sandy spit jutting from the atoll like an undersea tongue, casting the formerly shimmering swells into a mass of rolling darkness. The soft light of the descending sun reflected warmly off the softly lapping waves, glinting with flecks of blazing orange and red and casting the sea into an endless expanse of fire.

Lady Mudford had welcomed home her husband from his long absence in Africa as any dutiful wife would. Never mind that his potbelly was grosser than ever. The year's added age had also served to prolong his pounding her away in bed. But eventually he did manage to implant his seed yet one more time. That was as much a duty for him as it was for her. "Sorry, dear."

Coming home after seeing the ballet that night, I noticed my black medium jelly plug on our night stand along with my leash for the 3rd time this week. Seeing this, my mind begins to wonder off in thought for a few moments... Master has been using our plug more often at nights since moving in with him. Master knowing this keeps me up a majority of the night from my pounding ache in my clit, my focus totally on loving our cock.

"Puppy!" he called from the living room. "Pup, whether you're ready or not, we're starting in five minutes," Master said. I can't lie, I already knew he was tapping his foot and looking at his watch. What an impatient Master I have, I thought to myself, trying again to tie my pigtails up with the pink ribbons. Giving up, I scampered outside, and pouted, starting to tug at his sleeve. He turned and raised his eyebrows as I held the little red ribbons up to him.

You walk into your room. I am hiding around the corner and put a blindfold on you as I approach you from behind. Grabbing your arms, I pull you against me. "Hello Princess. Your Master has been waiting for you and you are late. I guess I need to remind you why you should always be on time." I hold your hands together behind your back and lead you over to your bed.

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.