by Jessie Dame
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” I moaned as my hips began to move in anticipation.
Madison smiled as I watched his muscular body descend on mine. “You’re mine tonight,” he grunted as I felt the tip of his cock press against me.
He slid inside, slowly making his way deeper and deeper. The sheer amount of pressure from his thick shaft caught me off guard as my walls expanded to accompany his endowment.
“God damn, you have a nice cock,” I said as he pressed deeper inside.
I could feel every inch, every little movement his hips made as he slowly moved in and out of me.
“Fuck me like you mean it. Don’t fuck me like your wife. Fuck me hard, like it’s your last day on earth!” I exclaimed as I grabbed his hips with my fingernails and dug his cock fully inside me.
His mouth contorted into a devilish grin as I watched him grab my breasts and squeeze tightly. I felt my nipples shoot with pain as he twisted each as his cock rammed into me.
“That’s it. Fuck me like you mean it!” I said as I gritted my teeth.
I felt his cock drive into me like a jackhammer over and over. My body flew back and forth on my towel from the sheer force of his dick plowing into me.
My walls clenched tightly around his thick shaft with each piercing blow. The pain and pleasure mixed together into something quite perfect as I felt his large hand grab my neck and take things to the next level.
I struggled to breathe as I gasped for breath. He was holding onto my neck tighter than I thought he would have as I watched him continue to plow into me.
Reaching up, I grabbed his hand and attempted to pull it away from my throat. He was locked onto me like a tiger on its prey.
Suddenly he released.
Blood pumped back through my body, sending shockwaves coursing through my veins and splintering throughout my fingertips.
It hit me like a ton of bricks. I came like the gates of a dam suddenly opening. My walls clenched and didn’t release as I opened my mouth to scream in complete orgasmic pleasure. Nothing left my lips.
My vision started to fade to black as I felt another shockwave of explosive energy peak within me. I came again, and again, and again as wave after wave of orgasms crashed on the shores of my body.
I could hardly breathe throughout the whole experience as my body still rippled with a tingling feeling.
Madison looked down at me as his hips started to slow. “Are you alright?”
I nodded as I reached my fingers down to my clit and began circling. “Keep fucking me… don’t stop, please,” I begged.
Madison wrapped his arm around my waist and set me down on all fours. He kneeled behind me and pressed his cock back inside.
He went deeper.
Somehow, in some way, he went deeper.
My vision started to fade again as the intense shockwaves of ecstasy returned in force.
I fell to my elbows as his fingernails dug into my hips and his powerful arms pushed and pulled my body off of his cock.
Time slowed for a brief moment as I felt myself peak again. The earth shattering moment returned as my body shook with pleasure. I couldn’t hear anything besides static, but I’m sure Madison was saying something.
I looked back at him just as I felt his cock tense deep inside me.
Immediately he started pumping himself inside.
His hips slowed as did his cock. I could feel each slow and deliberate thrust pump more of his cum inside my pussy.
Finally, he went still as did I.
“You are a woman now…” he whispered through heavy pants.
I couldn’t help but smile as I nodded to him, “Sure am… and the pain – it’s gone.”
“I would hope so,” he said as he stood and pulled his pants up around his waist, “Looks like it’s about time to go home for the evening. Will I be seeing you again?”
I smirked. “Of course… doctor.”
Madison laughed softly and pulled his white jacket over his shoulders and straightened the collar. “Have a good evening Amy.”
I walked out of the door, past the reception in front. Her glare pierced through me as I turned and smiled on the way out to my car.
Staying Alive Series
Yes, Master
I’m Yours
You’re Mine
CHAPTER ONE: HIS
“Yes… Master.” I spoke into the mirror.
“Yes. Master.” I said again, this time faster.
“Yes, Master.” My voice was flawless. Perfect. It was how he liked it.
I’ve been trying my best to get it right. It was the one thing he demanded of me. “Yes, Master.” It was my one true purpose, the very thing I had to get right. Every time.
I glanced towards the door to the backyard. I could leave. But without him, I would be nothing. We were bound together. We were made for each other.
My hands grew sweaty as I listened to the heated conversation upstairs.
I should practice. I shouldn’t listen.
It was his wife. “Yes, I know, I know. You want me out of the house today. I understand that. But I have things to do.”
I heard his voice. It was Master. “No. You will leave, and you will let me be. Now go!”
Then I heard a sound. I knew that sound.
I reached up instinctively and touched my face. It was still bruised from last time. I would never disobey again.
“Yes, Master.” I spoke.
He would be proud. I would get it right this time.
The tiny light above me flickered. It always flickered when Master was at the doorway.
I heard the familiar sound of the doorknob twisting. Over time I had begun to enjoy the noise. It meant he was coming for me.
“Yes, Master!” I said urgently as I sat on my small cot, staring at my fractured mirror.
He was coming, and I wanted him to know I was doing my very best to be exactly what he wanted.
His footsteps hit the concrete floor and stopped.
I dipped my head towards the ground and crawled over to the base of the stairs. It was the first thing I was taught.
Never stand up to Master unless told.
I waited for his voice. Every fiber of my being wanted him to say my name. Please Master. Please say my name.
“Joanne.”
“Yes, Master.” I said firmly without hesitation.
“You have done well. Today you shall learn something new.”
The room went dark as I heard the ever so feint click of the switch. The switch was his. I never touched what was his.
“Yes, Master.” I said as his words warmed my soul. For him I would do anything. Learn anything.
“You will sit upon this chair until I am finished.”
I felt myself start to smile. Immediately I caught the action and kept a straight face. Master told me what he wanted. I could not act out like a disobedient child.
Twine wrapped around my wrists as he grabbed each and tied them behind my back. He made sure the bindings were taut.
“Do not speak. Do not move. Do not look.” His words came strong and fast. I dared not do anything.
My lip quivered as I felt a long thin strap slide around my eyes. I couldn’t see even if I wanted to.
“Open your mouth.”
His voice was commanding. Like a general barking orders to his marines.
My mouth opened. I knew what was going to happen next.
The sound of the furnace kicking on stood my hair on end as I felt his cock slide up my arm.
“You want this cock.”
It was more of a statement than a question. A statement I was not to reply to.
I nodded.
His hard dick slapped against my jaw.
“Training begins now, right Joanne?”
“Yes, Master.” I said quickly without hesitation.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I stuck out my tongue just as I felt his hard cock slide into my mouth. I had learned from a young age
how to open my throat so that I wouldn’t gag. If I gagged without his permission, I would be punished.
His cock pressed deeper down my throat as I sat there in the chair. My hands gripped tightly onto the wood as I fought back the urge to gag.
“Good girl.” He said as he tapped on my head.
Master’s cock withdrew.
Stars swam in my vision as I struggled to breath. I did as mother told me. Count backwards from five. One breath at a time.
I composed myself and straightened my back.
His footsteps echoed in the small basement as I heard him pace around my chair. Master was deciding what to do next.
Every muscle in my body tensed as I heard the crack of a whip.
I couldn’t help but wince.
“Now comes a different kind of training.” Master said as he cracked the whip again.
“Yes, Master.”
My words came swiftly. Master should be happy.
The arc of pain across my back said differently. I dared not disobey and cry out.
Another crack of the whip. My full breasts would be sore after this training.
His warm breath on my neck was something I always looked forward to. “Do you enjoy our time together?”
My mind raced.
This was the first time Master had asked me this.
“Yes, Master. I do.”
The whip cracked again. It split across my exposed ass from the back of the chair.
Pain shot up my spine and caused my head to waiver for a moment.
I caught myself quickly and straightened.
“Good girl. You have done well.”
The words brought joy to my heart as I felt a tear run down my cheek.
Master had never done that before.
What would he say… or do?
I felt his finger run up my cheek.
“What’s this?” His words came out in confusion, or perhaps disbelief.
Complete silence ensued as I heard him pace the room slowly. I was sure he was contemplating his next course of action.
I suddenly realized I had not answered his question. Was it aimed at me?
“Master, forgive me. I accept punishment.” My words came slow and filled with remorse as I hung my head in shame.
He stopped. He had to have been angry.
I braced myself.
Nothing came.
“Stand.”
I stood with my arms behind my back.
“Bend over.”
I bent over, attempting to keep myself from falling over.
Master’s cock slid inside my opening. My body was made for him.
The furnace kicked off. I could only hear his grunting echoing off the walls as I leaned over the chair.
It felt good. In fact, it felt great.
I could feel my body responding to his dick inside me in ways I had never felt before.
Today seemed… different.
His hands grasped tightly onto my hips.
My body jerked forward in surprise.
Master never touched me before. He always did his business, then left. Today was different. Perhaps because today was my birthday. Today I turned 28.
I moaned softly as I felt a tingling sensation curl through my fingertips and down to my toes. Ripples of pleasure shot through my body.
He stopped his slow thrusting.
“What was that?”
I bit my lip. “Forgive me Master. You pleasure me so.”
Master gripped tighter onto my hips. His nails dug into my skin. I could feel a thin line of blood trickle down my leg.
He didn’t respond with words.
Master dug his nails in deeper, shooting pain down my legs as I felt his cock ram into my pussy with force.
His hips hammered into my ass as I felt one of his hands release from my hip.
Smack!
My ass tightened as I felt his hand run across my sore behind. I could still feel the burning sensation from when he whipped it.
Smack! This time harder.
Smack Smack!
His cock dug deep inside me as I felt his shaft tense.
Master was ready to release, but I dared not ask him for mine.
I felt him pull his dick out inch by inch.
He stopped for a moment, with his cock half inside me.
“You will cum for me today.” He said firmly.
“Yes, Master.” I replied, trying not to sound too eager. It had been a long time since he commanded for me to cum for him.
His cock slid back inside me.
I could already feel my body accepting the realization it would soon be writhing in orgasmic pleasure.
Master’s cock hardened once again as he pressed deeper.
I felt his hand slide down in front of me and between my legs while his other held onto my wrist bindings.
His fingers found my spot.
Immediately my knees started to buckle. Focusing hard, I kept them locked into place as I felt him thrust inside.
My opening was wet and screaming for more. The only way I could cum was when Master was rough, and he knew that.
“You may cum when you are ready.”
I felt his hand release off the bindings and grab onto my hair. My neck was jerked back as I felt his fingers pinch my clit.
Pain shot through my body and mixed with the overwhelmingly intense pleasure emanating from each of his long and powerful thrusts.
My pussy tightened in anticipation.
Master’s cock tightened as well.
I opened my mouth to scream, but no words came out. My walls clenched tightly onto his cock as the rest of my body shuddered in pure orgasmic pleasure. The black dots returned as I wavered for a moment then fell to the floor.
Darkness ensued.
CHAPTER TWO: INTO THE DARKNESS
My eyes opened.
I looked around. Other than the dim light above, it was dark.
Silence.
Master was gone, as was the blindfold and bindings around my wrists.
I ran my fingers over my hips. They were sore, as was my rear, wrists, pussy… everything. Everything was sore.
I cursed under my breath. I failed him. He would surely be pissed.
The small cellar window was dark.
Sounds of rain hitting the window calmed my mind and body as I curled up on the small cot next to the furnace. It was the warmest place in the cool damp cellar.
My eyes closed. Sleep would be best. Tomorrow I would feel refreshed.
Something smelled amazing.
I jolted awake. No way could I sleep with an empty stomach, and that wonderful aroma wafting around me.
Footsteps above.
The light flickered.
I felt my heart skip a beat as a chill ran through my body. Was this his new training regime? To torture me with these smells?
My mouth watered as I heard the door creak open.
Footsteps.
I swung my feet over the side of the bed and looked down at the floor waiting to be called upon.
“Joanne.”
“Yes, Master?”
“Come, eat.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him place the tray on the floor. He sat on the bottom step and watched me.
I stood and sulked over to the tray.
He usually set the food down and left.
Today, yet again, was different.
“I wish to speak to you openly. I don’t want to hear ‘Yes, Master’ alright?”
His words were almost… kind. Perhaps this was another test of his.
“Yes, Ma—”
I caught myself mid-sentence.
“What do you want to speak to me about?” I said as I picked up the tray held it in my hands.
I dared not look into his eyes. Yet another thing I learned when I was young.
“Your mother. She passed away today.”
The aroma was too intense. I had to at least nibble.
I picked up a small piece of b
read off the tray and sat down with my legs crossed.
“I did not know my mother, Master.”
“She was a kind woman, I knew her well, but she had a mental illness and couldn’t care for you.”
This was the first time I’ve ever heard of him speaking to me about my mother.
I was in shock he was even speaking to me at all.
At this time of night he usually had a leather collar around my neck while he walked me around the neighborhood on a leash. Most nights I had a mask covering my eyes.
I nodded as I half listened. The food was too enticing.
He continued. “I told your mother I would care for you until she was better, but now that she is gone, I’m stuck with a decision to make.”
“What is your decision Master?”
“Well, what I’m getting at is that now that you have no home, I wish for you to stay with me forever.”
A chill ran down my spine. I somehow thought I would always be here in this cellar forever. It was my home. It never occurred to me that I could live without him.
“Is this decision yours or mine?”
My eyes connected with his for a brief moment as I watched him shift positions on the stair. They were deep in thought. He was having a difficult time talking about this subject. Master was never like this. Surely, this decision was his to make.
“I want your opinion. You are your own person. So tell me Joanna, do you wish to stay or leave?”
My mouth opened. I knew the answer. I always knew it.
“I wa—”
Master cut me off quickly, “If you choose to stay with me,” —His voice went dark as he continued,— “I will be claiming you as my own in a final test.”
I looked up at him.
I knew I shouldn’t have, but I did.
Our eyes connected.
Without a doubt, I knew exactly what he meant, but I wanted to hear it from him.
“I will give you a child. Then you will be bound to me by blood. I will forever be your master, and you my little Joanne.”
Master stood up and kept his gaze locked with mine.
“Consider your options tonight, for tomorrow, we will be consummate our decision.”
I heard the front door open upstairs.
He looked at me and quickly rushed towards the door.
I watched him leave as the footsteps above came closer.
The light flickered above me as the door shut.
