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by Unknown

  “What about your pleasure, Sir?” I asked timidly.

  “You haven’t earned that yet,” he said as he turned and walked down the hall.

  Four

  The last three days have been pure torture, and my mind wondered if he was just disappointed with my efforts and I wasn’t cut out for this, or whether this was some kind of test. All I know for sure is that I had the most incredible experience of my life, and I’d been through two sets of batteries with my ‘battery operated boyfriend’ that may have produced some results, but far less intense and enjoyable than his touch. I longed for him, but more than that, I longed to pleasure him.

  With each passing day I became a little bolder, and my recent fascination with the practice of BDSM is becoming a full blown obsession. I looking at every website I can find, constantly viewing videos of bondage and reading everything I can find on the subject of submission. I play with myself to the point that I was falling in love with my own vagina. I love the way the smooth hairless skin felt under my fingers, and every waking moment alone I find myself knuckle deep in pleasure. Even at work I feel constantly wet and in need. My boss must think I have some kind of stomach virus as many times as I excused myself for a quick trip to the bathroom. Honestly, it’s crazy.

  And I thought that this would just be a passing phase that I’d push through, and maybe that would have happened if I hadn’t found it. As soon as I saw it tucked under the wiper blade of my Toyota in the parking garage, I immediately felt a warm glow across my ass and my juices flowing like mad.

  Barely in my car when I open the envelope. It’s from him, and my legs spread instinctively at the mere thought of him. I open the envelope, anxious to read its contents.

  I assume you’ve continued to do your homework on the internet. If Saturday night was not enough for you, be at my house at 7:15 P.M. tonight. Bring with you, written on a piece of paper, one fantasy you wish to indulge. Door will be unlocked. Let yourself in, put your written fantasy on the table by the door, undress and assume position #1. Your complete submission is required, and your safe word for the night is: Jello.

  -G

  Subconsciously I’ve already got my left hand in my panties, pressing hard against my clit as I read his note. Then panic washed across me as I realize it’s almost 5:30. I have very little time.

  I probably broke every speed limit getting home, and quickly I showered and put on a simple sundress and sandals. I realize I was not going to need anything else, and I pull up a Google search for bdsm position #1, learning to kneel. Studying it quickly, I pull a piece of paper and scribble my favorite fantasy: sucking cock.

  *-*-*-*-*

  Pulling my sorry excuse for a car into his driveway I see his lights are already on. I check my phone for the time: 7:26 P.M. I breathe a small sigh of relief that I made it in time, but I’ll patiently wait until one minute is left before I approach his door. Lesson learned.

  At exactly 7:30 P.M. I push down on the door handle and enter the foyer. Placing my fantasy on the table, I drop my clutch on the floor and slip off my sandals, pulling the sundress over my head and kneel on the floor. I’m careful to place the tops of my feet on the floor, and rest my weight on my calves as I spread my knees a little wider than shoulder width. I then place both hands, palms up, on my thighs and stare at the floor in front of me. As I understand it, this is the appropriate position for a submission to assume for her master.

  It’s probably been more than ten minutes before I sense him approach me. I dare not look at him, and eagerly await his instruction. He’s once again barefooted in jeans, a look that quite frankly he rocks, and he grabs my fantasy and walks into the front room without a word. Another two or three minutes pass before he returns for me.

  “Good evening, Elizabeth.”

  “Master,” I reply, paying careful attention to the information I gathered from the internet.

  “I see you’ve been doing your internet reading. Interesting fantasy you have, my dear. Perhaps tonight you will earn the right to fulfill it.”

  His words leave me wondering what he has in store for me, but quite frankly I think I’d do anything for him at this point.

  “Hands out in front of you,” he says calmly.

  Without hesitation I lift my arms, still staring steadfastly at the floor. I feel the tightness of nylon rope as he binds my wrists together. It happens so quickly my suspicion is confirmed on the spot: Experience. I feel the comfort and snugness of the nylon rope against my skin, tight enough to restrict my movements but loose enough not to cut off any circulation. Once he finished, he grabbed my wrists and helped me to my feet. With his arm around me he escorts me into the room.

  “You need to understand a few things. While in my company and the confines of intimacy, you will be referred to by what you are, not your name.”

  “And that is what, Sir?”

  “Slut, whore, whatever I feel the moment deserves.” He looks at me through the corner of his eye. “And your mission here is my pleasure, and that is all you need be concerned with when you are with me. Your pleasure will be provided as I see fit. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You realize I may subject you to situations that can be at times, uncomfortable. While in my care you are my property, and you will comply with any and all instructions. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Fine. Let’s begin. “Tonight, my submissive pet, we will determine exactly what you want to get out of this. Stand with your feet shoulder width apart, arms above your head.”

  I comply, and he walks around behind me, grabbing my bound wrists and pulling it down behind my head. I feel his hands looping another rope around the knot between my wrists, and firmly pulling it down and wrapping it around my body. In no time I’m wearing a rope harness skillfully tied, and the feeling of being confined yet exposed was incredible. He pulled the rope between my legs, carefully crisscrossing it up the crease of my upper thighs and over my hips, leaving my lower lips exposed to his touch. Once completely bound, he leaned into me, firmly squeezing my breasts and breathing into my ear.

  “So you want to be my submissive?”

  “Yes, Master.” It was true. I wanted to give everything to him to be used as he saw fit. I just need to have the intense pleasure I was convinced only he could provide.

  “And as my submissive you wish to surrender complete control?”

  “Yes, Master. Complete control.”

  Without warning his right hand slid down my stomach and over my clit, clutching my mound with his entire hand. “Who’s is this?” he asked.

  “Yours, Master.”

  “I see. And have you played with it?”

  I can feel my face flush with embarrassment. “Yes, Master.”

  I’m literally flowing into his palm as he drives his thick fingers past my lips and deep inside. “Did you orgasm?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  His finger takes an upward turn, pressing against my g-spot causing my body to react. Jolts of electricity shoot throughout my body, and his fingers squeeze my nipple hard. But it’s not pain I feel, but an incredible rush of adrenaline and pleasure. “Did I give you permission to do that?”

  “No, Master.”

  “I see. Let’s get something straight right here, right now. IF – and that’s a big if – I decide to make you my own, you understand that this,” and he presses the butt of his palm into my sex, “belongs to me. I control your orgasms from here on out. Understood?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  With that he withdraws his fingers quickly, taking with it the pleasure of his touch.

  “You’re soaking wet!” he exclaims. He releases my nipple and grabs my hair. “Open your mouth.”

  Once again without hesitation I open as instructed, and he shoves his fingers into my mouth. “So you like to suck cock? I wonder… do you like the taste of pussy? Suck! Lick my fingers clean.”

  It’s not the first time I’ve tasted myself,
but somehow it’s much more exciting now. Greedily I lick and suck his fingers, eager to prove my obedience to him.

  “That’s a good little slut. You like that, don’t you?”

  “Mmm,” I mumble, my mouth filled with his fingers.

  “I bet you do. Have you ever been with another woman?”

  I shake my head from side to side, unable to speak with his finger in my mouth.

  “I see. Have you ever been with two men?” he asked as he withdrew his fingers.

  “No, Master.”

  “Hmmm. But you’d like to, wouldn’t you?”

  “Yes, Master, if it pleases you.” There was no lie about that one. I may not have ever thought about being with a woman, but I’ve fantasized many times about two men.

  He unties my hands, still leaving the body harness in place. As I rub my wrist I feel not only my skin swelling, but my pride as well. The imprint of the rope on my wrist is a constant reminder of my submission, and my new found passion.

  “Follow me,” he orders.

  Following him out of the room and down the hall he takes a sharp turn to the left. I’m right on his heels, as I assume he wishes and he ushers me into what looks like a simple office. The chair in the corner, however, looks anything but simple.

  It’s a heavy wooden chair with large seat, tremendous arms that are ornately carved, and straps already attached. He sits me squarely in the middle and pushes against my chest as I lean back. With skill and precision he lifts each of my legs over the arms of the chair. “Grab your ankles,” he commands, and then straps my legs and arms to the chair. “Lean forward and open your mouth. In a flash he shoves a red ball with little holes in it into my mouth and fastens the strap behind my head. I’m wide open for him now, and every fiber of my being wants to be touched and stimulated.

  He kneels in front of me, and with both hands pulls my pussy open and drives his face into me. I’m trying to concentrate on my breathing, but my eyes roll back in my head and oxygen is a complete after thought. His rough beard against my tender skin nearly pushes me over the edge, and his nose presses into my clit which I’m sure has hardened like a little pebble.

  I feel immersed in pleasure and his tongue snakes out into my depths as he flicks it up and down my opening. I feel his fingers against the cheeks of my ass, spreading me open past the point I once thought was humanly possible. He spreads me wider, and runs his tongue down across my asshole. The warmth spreading through my body is like nothing I’ve experienced before, and I long to have him back inside me.

  He leans back, and slips each index finger inside me; pulling my pussy open and I feel my moisture literally drip out of me and down my ass.

  First one, then two, then three of his thick fingers assault my inner walls, and he leans forward and sucks my clit into his mouth. It’s like he’s pouring gasoline on my fire, and I strain against my restraints in order to touch him. The top of his head bobs up and down as he sucks my clit hard into his mouth and pushes his fingers deep inside.

  My toes begin to curl, and he senses my impending orgasm and retreats, pulling his loving touch from me against my will.

  “I didn’t say you could come, slut.”

  My breathing is rapid, and I can hear my lungs sucking air through the little holes in the ball gag as he backs off and reaches down for something on the floor. I hear the click, and then the buzzing louder than anything I’ve ever heard before. But all the sounds fade away as he places the bulbous white ball at the end of his stick against my clit. His fingers once again fill my void, and immediately I’m once again on the precipice of extreme release.

  “Don’t even think about it, you fucking slut. Concentrate on my voice. Are you my slut?”

  “Mmm hmm,” I mumble through the gag. My eyes are wide open, and if they could speak they’d clearly be begging for mercy.

  His fingers press deeper, and the upward motion towards my clit from the inside was absolutely unbearable. It takes all my concentration not to flood his fingers with orgasm, and he stares directly into my eyes.

  He finally pulls he fingers out of me and slides the buzzing monster down towards my entrance. He takes a moment to press it in, turn it slightly, and the vibrations still have my clit buzzing. His firm slap against my left ass cheek reminds me that I’m under his control, and the feeling of orgasm begins to subside.

  He slides the vibrator even lower, pressing against my ass. It’s incredible, and the buzzing now seems to have gone straight down my legs and up my chest. I feel a sensation like never before, and I’m pretty sure under any other circumstance if you simply breathed your breath on me I’d probably quiver with ecstasy.

  He slides it back up to my clit, and once again fills my pussy with fingers. Slowly, rhythmically, he drives into me over and over again. My orgasm stops its retreat, and reverses course as it marches back with a vengeance.

  Once again he senses it, and this time pushes the device towards my nipple. Once contact is made his fingers withdraw, replacing the feeling of fullness with electricity that’s certainly attached to my breast. His fingers, completely drenched with my juices, now push against my asshole and I try to squirm to no avail.

  His mouth lowers back to my clit as the buzzing monster assaults my breast, and his fingers push their way inside my ass. I have no strength to offer resistance, and to my surprise it’s anything but painful. He lifts his head and stares at me. He can sense my lack of control.

  “Come for me,” he says as he slides the vibrator back to my clit.

  My mind goes blank, but my release is the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I don’t even know how long it lasts, but once I slumped into the chair he removed his fingers and vibrator and stood up.

  It’s all I can do to open my eyes, and the phantom buzzing throughout my entire body is as peaceful and pleasurable as I can imagine.

  Instantly I feel his hand grab the ornate Celtic knot between my breasts. His thick fingers cinch down, tightening the ropes around my torso. My eyes open to see his now naked body between my legs. I can’t see it, but I certainly feel it as he presses the head against my opening. Reaching up he pulls the ball gag from my mouth, and strands of excited saliva cling to it as he drops it around my neck.

  With ease he slides into me, sending me on yet another path to orgasm I couldn’t stop if I had to. His thrust is urgent, deep, and his need seems to match mine as he begins to quicken his pace. He’s deep, and his thickness fills every void to the point of overflowing. My eyes roll deep into the back of my head, and I feel his heartbeat match mine.

  Once again I struggle against the restraints with my desire to wrap my hands around his neck. The feeling of helplessness only adds to my excitement, and without warning I crash into another orgasm against him.

  Ignoring my pleas, he pounds into me with fierce abandon, and each thrust feels is accompanied by the warming slap of his balls on my asshole. I want to pull him deeper, as if it were even possible. I squeeze with all my might, and feel his throbbing cock swell deep within my depths.

  Then a final push as he empties himself inside me. The sensation of warm liquid smashes against my walls, and I feel the excess drip down around his shaft.

  After a few moments he removes the straps from my arms and legs and helps me to an upright position. I lean forward into his chest, inhaling his scent which now smells of Quorum and I think lavender. He releases the strap from my head and removes the ball gag, and without a word stands up and unties the ropes to my harness.

  I wouldn’t dare say the word – Jello – but that’s exactly what I’ve become, and I look at him carefully. “Have I displeased you, Master?”

  “On the contrary. You’ve performed better than expected.”

  “But…”

  “Shh… Not now,” he says as he walked out of the room.

  I sat there, not sure what was going on or what I was expected to do next. Thankfully, he returned with my sandals, dress, and clutch and set them on the table. “There’s a bathro
om right through that door. Quickly, it’s almost 9,” he said as he looks at his watch. “Get freshened up and dressed, then meet me in the foyer.”

  I peeled the rope harness off my body, somewhat sad to have to take it off. As I turn on the lights in the bathroom I study my naked body. The imprint from the rope is a tremendous turn on; the delicate pattern around my body still evident. The orgasm was ‘out of this world,’ but the sinking feeling in my stomach was that I still haven’t ‘earned’ his complete trust. I don’t get it.

  Not wanting to keep him waiting, I touch up my makeup and reapply my lipstick, and with my fingers brush my hair the best I can. I still couldn’t hide the ‘freshly fucked’ look I was sporting, but I kind of like it.

  Slipping my bare feet into the sandals I flip off the light and head for the foyer where he’s standing with the door open. “That’ll be all for tonight.”

  “But…”

  “You were wonderful, Elizabeth. I’ll be in touch.”

  Without another word he ushered me out of the door.

  *-*-*-*-*

  I sank my key into the deadbolt, hoping and praying Melanie and David weren’t sitting in the living room waiting on me. As I push the door open I see them exactly as I expected: On the couch watching a movie.

  David was first to offer a greeting, smug as it was. “Nine thirty’s pretty early for a date,” he mused.

  “Just shut up, asshole,” I reply as I barrel down the hall to my bedroom.

  I can’t get into my room fast enough, and as I run the hot bath I peel my clothes and admire my fading rope prints. I stare into the mirror and smile. I am definitely hooked.

  Five

  This morning I was surprised to see that I have no marks left on my body, at least not which would show. I did, however, realize I just had the best night’s sleep in years. Even hearing Melanie and David in the other room didn’t seem to carry that same level of annoyance. Nevertheless, I waited until I heard the door close before I ventured out of my room. The last thing I wanted to deal with was those two.