Hungry

I feel like I just closed my eyes when I feel a tug on my collar.  I open my eyes to see him standing over me.

"Thats enough rest for now. I am not done playing with you just yet. Come." He says and pulls me.

Reluctantly I stand and he guides me out of the room toward the bathroom.  He allows me to use the toilet and then brings me back to the playroom.  He hands me a bottle of water and tells me to drink. I am tired, barely able to hold the bottle but I obey.  He then hands me a piece of a protein bar, I slowly chew, but when he hands me another piece I reach for it and devour it hungrily.

"Kneel." he says.

I quickly drop to my knees and look up at him, hope filling my eyes as I feel my energy returning.

He grabs a fist full of my hair, "I know that hungry look." He says eyes sparkling.  He guides my head to his cock and I greedily take him in my mouth.  Its been too long, I wrap my lips around him licking and sucking and taking him deeply in my throat.  I love the feel of him as he slides in and out of my mouth.  I feel him start to move my head back and forth a little faster, then he slides deeply in my mouth almost choking me and holds me there.  I start gagging and try to pull back but he holds me tight.  Drool starts running down my chin as try to calm myself and breathe through my nose.

"You like pleasing me don't you?" He asks.

"mmhmm" I manage between gags.

"Good girl." he says. He pinches my nose closed for a few moments while I struggle to relax.  As soon as my body starts to relax he releases my nose and eases the pressure off the back of my head allowing me to pull back slightly. I sigh as my gag reflex lessens and I'm able to breathe deeply through my nose.

He returns to fucking my mouth harder pulling my head back until I can only feel the tip then plunging back in all the way making it hard to catch my breath.  I feel his muscles clenching and he slams into my mouth and releases himself down my throat.  I try to swallow as fast as I can but he is so far down my throat that some of his seed drips down my chin.

I look up hoping he isn't upset with me. My nipples harden as I see him looking down at me with pride and happiness.

"Very good." He says still gripping my hair, his cock still deep in my throat.  "What can I do to show my appreciation?" He asks.

I shiver.  He knows what I like.  What turns me on.  He pulls out of my mouth and pulls me to standing by my hair.

to be continued.......

The Whip

The blow landed just below my ass. I felt compelled to move forward away from it but I knew I needed to, wanted to, stand my ground. I leaned over the back of a chair; my back arched my ass pushed out in invitation.

Another blow landed this time higher. The sound was worse than the bite of the leather as it struck me, but with each blow I could feel my skin heat. I could imagine the raised line of welts that were forming on my skin, the redness that accompanied them. Master marking me, his sign of Ownership. Another strike, another crack of leather, I winced this time and pranced in place up on my toes. I felt the heat seep down through my flesh to radiate between my thighs.

I listened to the whistle of the leather as it sliced through the air, trying not to brace for the impact. I had learned to surrender to each blow, knowing that the slice of the leather wasn’t as harsh if I was relaxed. The next strike landed high on my back; I wasn’t expecting it and jumped a little sucking in my breath with surprise.

Master grabbed a handful of my hair pulling my head back while another blow landed on my ass. I could feel the moisture building between my legs and I moaned and shifted from side to side, my nipples hardening. The blows kept coming; I bit my lip my body torn between pleasure and pain. A cool hand touched the lines crisscrossing my body running down over my ass, grabbing my hip. I felt the hardness of his cock as he parted my legs and roughly pushed inside me. I groaned at the fullness of him buried deep within me. My body clenched around him, I had been waiting for this, needing it. His hand tightened in my hair, his hips moved, I pushed back into him, as he rode me hard. “Come for me slave.” He whispered and the world broke apart.

I moaned and bucked like a wild animal, the orgasm ripped through my body clenching and releasing my muscles, I didn’t want it to stop, the intensity of it flowed through me, and kept going. As my body continued to ride the wave of ecstasy he pulled out of me. I cried out, my body still clenching, around the emptiness. I was forced to my knees and his cock pushed down my throat. I could taste my own juices coating him and groaned, hungrily sucking, he thrust quickly and deeply in and out of my mouth, saliva dripped out of the corners of my lips and down my chin as he used my mouth as he had just used my pussy. I felt his muscles tensing, my mouth fill with his release, choking me. His hand was still entwined in my hair, not allowing me to pull away. I gagged but took a few deep breaths through my nose, and calmed myself down as Master’s nourishment slid down my throat, a few drops seeping from between my lips to drip onto my breasts.

He slowly pulled out of my mouth and looked down at me. “Good girl” he said and I smiled. He pulled me up and walked me to the edge of the bed, handing me a towel. I cleaned up and we climbed into bed, his cool body against my warm back, his arms wrapped tightly around me. “Such a good slave, I’m glad I own you.” He whispered kissing the back of my head. I feel asleep a smile on my face, wrapped in Masters arms.

More

A warm hand brushed my thigh, the fingers lightly trailing upward. My body responded and I parted my legs willing the fingers closer. Slowly inch by tantalizing inch they made their way between my legs, sliding through my wetness. One finger then two slipped inside me making my body arch off the bed. I wanted more, I wanted them deeper I wanted them to move.

Warm lips trailed their way down my throat across my collar bone and down to my breast. I felt the cold wetness of a tongue as it grazed my nipple right before the lips captured it sucking and teasing. I groaned my hips moving in time with the fingers sliding in and out of me. “More” I whispered and got my wish as a third finger joined the other two in filling me.

The lips continued their exploration of my other breast and as I arched and moaned they slid downward. A tongue circled my belly button; soft kisses followed the tan line of my bikini bottoms. I felt the warm breath of an exhale as the tongue reached out and flicked my clit.

My hands grabbed hold of the sheets my hips lifting off the bed. The fingers continuing to slide in and out of me the tongue sliding lower to taste me. I gasped and started to raise my hands off the bed. The tongue moved away and I heard the words “No keep them by your side. I want to explore.”

I whimpered at these words but kept my hands clenching the sheets and the tongue flicked back over my clit. Seconds turned to minutes and the tongue continued its slow methodical torture bringing me to the edge of orgasm and then backing off. A fourth finger stretched me wide, the flames of my desire backed down a little as I adjusted to the feeling. But the mouth captured my clit again quickly changing the sensations to pleasure.

The head lifted, “Do you still want more?”

“Yes” I whispered even though the very idea terrified me. I heard the click of the lube bottle and felt the cool wetness of it as it was poured over me and the hand that was still slowly moving in and out of me and then the most intense pressure I’ve ever felt, I thought I would be ripped in two.

“Breathe” the voice said.

I hadn’t realized that I had been holding my breath until I gasped for air.

“Relax into it” the voice said again.

I just kept listening to the voice and breathed deeply and suddenly the pressure stopped and an overwhelming fullness engulfed me. It was a strange sensation to be so full, and then the hand moved, just a little a tiny shift which sent ripples of pleasure through my body. I gasped, my fear forgotten and started to slowly rock on the hand inside me. The mouth returned to my clit and soon I was begging and pleading for release. A few more strokes and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My back arched up off the bed and I screamed as an orgasm more intense than I had ever felt ripped through my body, tears sprang to my eyes from the overwhelming emotions flooding my body, it was too much. The hand had continued to slowly twitch but I reached down and grabbed for it, making it stop, pushing the head away.

My breathing slowed and my wits returned and the realization of what goes in must also come out, began to dawn on me. I cringed and braced myself as the hand slowly and carefully pulled its way back out, the sensation was awkward not exactly painful but not pleasant either and its removal left me with an intense emptiness. The pleasant sensations hadn’t entirely been chased away by the hands exit and I lay back relaxing into the little shudders that continued to run through my body. We lay there together a head on my thigh, a hand wrapped around my leg, my hand on a shoulder, bliss.

Fantasy v. Reality

We had just come back from the beach, Master was off investigating the B&B. I had taken a quick shower and lay stretched out on my stomach in only panties reading. I heard the door open and shut but stayed where I was up on my elbows, my legs bent ankles crossed and continued with my book. I heard the little chime of Masters camera as he turned it on and smiled to myself knowing that that sound meant that I was laying in a position he enjoyed. When he was done taking photos he climbed up on the bed and told me he had decided he was going to have me before dinner. My heart fluttered, I threw my book mark in my book just as he grabbed a hold of my hair and pushed my head in his lap. While I held him in my mouth using my tongue up and down his length and around the tip he pulled my panties down, running his hand across my ass, lightly patting it. Occasionally he would hold my head down not allowing me to move, his cock buried at the back of my throat telling me to use more tongue or to just hold still. I was becoming more and more aroused squirming as his hand would graze my wetness.

He told me to turn over onto my back, while he moved to the foot of the bed and pulled me roughly down to meet him. From the moment I saw the four poster bed in our room I knew I would be bound to it at some point during our stay, it was just too tempting. I had started fantasizing about it as soon as I walked in the room. As Master spread my legs bracing one foot on each of the two bottom posts I knew my fantasies were about to come true.

Master bound my ankles to the post about two feet up from the bed, keeping my feet flat against them; my ass was poised on the edge of the bed giving him full access to his property. He stood between my legs and ran his hand down my body, took hold of my hips and thrust himself fully inside me. I tried to stifle my gasp of joy when he entered me. I love the feeling of Master filling me, using me as his little toy, and the feeling of helplessness that comes with not being able to move much.

I writhed and moaned as he bound my wrists together and put tortuously tight clamps on my nipples making me whimper even louder. The lobby was right outside our door so Master stuffed my panties in my mouth to muffle my cries. Patiently Master continued thrusting in and out of me as I moaned and twisted trying to get him to go deeper, take me harder, faster but he held me to his own rhythm occasionally picking up the camera to take photos of me in my helpless submission or playing with my clit making me twitch and struggle even more.

Master likes to feel me struggle. He wants me to try to move, and loves that I can’t. Even when I’m not bound he often holds me down and tells me to move knowing that I am no match for his strength and then there are the times he tells me not to move but doesn’t restrain me at all, moving the struggle from a physical to a mental struggle to remain still and obedient. Master particularly likes to do both at the same time, keeping me bound or restrained and then forcing me to stillness. To me this is torture, I want to scream and cry, like a little child when someone takes their favorite toy away. And then when he starts moving again I want to cry in pleasure at the overwhelming sensations and emotion of it and I don’t want him to stop.

My moans started turning into the pleas for release I would have been begging for if it wasn’t for the panties stuffed in my mouth. Master knew what I wanted, what I was hoping for and he leaned over me pressing his body to mine, the nipple clamps tugging on me with every rub of his body, his hands were underneath me gripping my shoulders as he drove himself into me hard and deep as he told me to come. My back arched up off the bed, my head bent back and I tried to contain my scream through my gag as he pushed me through to ecstasy. I lay there panting trying to catch my breath as Master pulled out of me making me whimper and pout at how empty I now felt. He bent down and pulled out his crop, giving me a few good smacks on my inner thighs and my ass, making me swell even more than I already was and began fanning the flames of new arousal.

He left me bound there and wandered around the bed taking more photos of his used, ravished and submissive property. When he was done impersonating the paparazzi he climbed up on the bed and laid by my head, his cock only inches from my lips. I stared at it hungrily and ran my tongue over my lips. He smiled and acknowledged my need but did not give in to it.

Master knows that I love sucking cock, it is one of the most gratifying feelings in the world to wrap my lips around him, feel him lengthen, harden and finally release his nourishment into my mouth, but at the moment he was just going to taunt me with it. Master reached out slowly and untied my legs, brushed my hair back from my face and then allowed me my reward. I smiled and wrapped my lips around him, thinking that reality was incomprehensibly more exciting and fabulous than even my vivid imagination could have dreamed up.

Happiness is being a slave

Master and I took a little mini vacation to New England this past week. It was fabulous to get away and the only thing I regret is that we didn’t have more time. I could have used a few more nights…but maybe that’s because even when I’m on vacation my phone rings and the office won’t leave me alone.

We were coming back from dinner one night and as the car wound through the dark streets of the sleepy little New England town Master decided he wanted to play with his toy. There weren’t many people out and about, it was late evening, there was a slight chill in the air and it was lightly raining. Masters hand rested on my thigh and slowly made its way under my skirt. He rested his hand on my panties right above my clit, his fingers tapping out a slow sensual rhythm that made me squirm. I moved my hands behind me grabbing hold of the headrest, my back arching off the seat. I wanted his fingers inside me, I wanted more pressure on my clit, but it wasn’t up to me. I am a slave, and my body belongs to Master he takes pleasure from it when and where he wants and right now he was enjoying himself as he slowly teased and played with his toy while we drove back to our room.

My foot came up on the dashboard as I tried to maneuver him where I wanted but I was ordered to put my foot back down. I was to give the appearance of being calm as if nothing was happening. Meanwhile I wanted to scream and beg for more. The road seemed to go on forever and yet it also seemed very short. Before I knew it we were back where we were staying, and I was told to get out of the car, frustrated and weak kneed.

I took a deep breath, tried not to pout, straightened my clothes and followed him. When we got back to our room, Master seemed to have put his fun in the car behind him and was busying him self with other things. I figured I would take my mind off my misery and do a little work, so I took out my computer and bent over the side of the bed waiting for it to boot. Maybe I was also subconsciously hoping that Master would approve of my bent over submissive position and have his way with me.

When the computer finally came on I was still pouting and frustrated and I couldn’t remember what I was going to do in the first place. Master came up behind me and asked what I as doing. I said I really couldn’t remember and he grabbed a fistful of my hair and told me I was going to suck cock. He spun me around forcefully and pushed my head down where I eagerly and hungrily took him in my mouth. I was happy to be of service and would have smiled if I hadn't been so focused on the task of pleasing him.

Much too soon he pulled out of my mouth, threw me back over the side of the bed, raised my skirt pulled down my panties and pushed his full length inside me. It was just what I wanted, what I had needed since the car ride home. It was difficult to hold back from coming, it was all I had been thinking about for half an hour and now I was full with Masters cock. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else, but Masters voice kept bringing me back to the present. He moved me around the room, from the bed to the chair until I found myself on tip toes, bent at a 90 degree angle holding on to the frame of the bed while Master thrust roughly in and out of me from behind.

I was all but crying at this point, I didn’t know if I would last much longer. I was about to start begging to come when Master gave me the permission I needed for release. He wrapped his arm around my waist pulled me close to him and whispered in my ear, “Come now for me slave.” And I did. My knees started to give out but he held me up and led me closer to the bed, my body continuing to convulse around him. "Thank you Master." I whispered. "You're welcome slave." he replied.

He pulled out leaving me whimpering because along with staying still the feeling of Master leaving my body is one of my least favorite things. Somehow after all this time my panties were still halfway down my leg and my skirt was still raised above my ass. There is something about being half dressed that makes me feel so naughty. It also reminds me that I am there for Masters pleasure and he can use me when, where and how he wants.

He left me there for a few moments, bent in half, panties half down, still trying to catch my breath. Since my back was to the door I got paranoid someone would try to come in and pulled up my panties but left my skirt where it was. I’m not sure what I was hoping to accomplish since my panties were mesh and lace but it made me feel better.

When Master came back he asked why I had pulled them up. He pulled them down again, gave me a few hard spanks reached around and pinched my nipple hard and told me that I am not to pull my panties up without his permission. He asked if I understood. I whimpered and told him I understood and wouldn't do it again. Master then released my nipple, kissed the side of my face pulled up my panties and fixed my skirt.



Master moved to the chair across the room and told me to come over and clean him off. I eagerly knelt in front of him more than happy to please him after my error in judgment a moment ago. He praised me when I was done, held me close, kissed me and told me I could go back to doing whatever it was I was planning to do on the computer, that he was done with me for now. I practically floated back over to the bed where I had abandoned my computer to serve Master and smiled at the symbolism this held in my life. My work life and my slave life side by side, they both fulfilled something inside me but right then, I was much happier with my life as a slave, work could wait for another day.

Fantasy (Part 2 or 2)

I unbuttoned Masters pants and took his cock in my mouth. He kept a tight grip on my hair, as he pushed himself deeply into my mouth. I could feel myself start to gag. “Relax and hold it there slave.” He said.

I did as I was told breathing deeply through my nose and letting my mind go, relaxing into the sensation of having Master deep in my throat.

“Good, you need to learn that, its part of your training isn’t it?” He said.

“Mmhmm.” I replied.

“Good, more tongue slave. Yes, like that. You have 5 minutes to make me come.”

“Mmm” I mumbled as I sucked and licked him, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. With his hand on the back of my head he pumped himself in and out of my mouth. I sucked and ran my lips up and down the shaft.

“Yes that’s it slave, you’re such a good little slut aren’t you?”

I moaned softly and flicked and rolled my tongue around the head of his cock, and back down his length all while gliding my lips up and down.

“You’re enjoying that aren’t you? You like having Masters cock in your mouth. Do you do this for all of your clients?” He asked.

“MmMm” I said.

“No I guess you don’t, but you do it for me don’t you?”

“MmmHmm” I said.

I felt him thicken in my mouth, and his rhythm picked up. Soon I knew I would feel his warm come filling my mouth nourishing me. I felt him tense, his grip tightened in my hair holding my head still as he pumped a few more times into my mouth. I felt his cock twitch in my mouth and his come, warm and salty sliding down my throat. I knew I had to be gentle now and backed off as he slowed down. He pulled out of my mouth and looked down at me putting his hand beneath my chin and running his thumb across my lips.

“Good girl. I want you to know I locked the door and told the secretary we had a meeting so no one would disturb us. I would never jeopardize your position. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir, thank you Sir. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“It’s okay slave. You’re probably pretty wet right now aren’t you?”

“Yes Sir.”

“I’m sure you would like to come wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yes Sir.” I said.

“You’re going to have to wait though. You’ve had a lot of treats lately, I think you can wait. Now straighten yourself up and fix your hair we wouldn’t want to give your staff something to talk about now would we?”

I groaned disappointed but did as I was told. “No Sir we wouldn’t” I attempted to tame my unruly curly hair, opting to just put it up instead, since his hair pulling had seriously knotted the back. When I was straightened up he walked over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the nose, “I’ll see you at home slave.”

“Yes Sir.” I mumbled looking down, feeling sorry for myself, I was so aroused and was desperate to come..

He walked to the door and as his hand touched the doorknob he turned and looked at me again, “Oh and slave?”

“Yes Sir?” I asked looking up at him.

“When you get home I’m going to have you.” And with that he unlocked the door and walked out.

I smiled and slumped back in my chair with a groan, pressing my legs together. His words made it worse, but he knew that it also didn’t help that I had to go through the rest of the day with no panties. I put my head in my hands and leaned my elbows on the desk. I definitely wasn’t going to get any more work done today.

Learning to Share (part 3 of 3)

I sank to my knees his hand still entwined in my hair leading me to the floor. “Turn and face me.” He said releasing my head.

I turned my body toward him and looked up at him.

“I want my cock sucked.” He said and stood before me.

I grinned and kept my eyes locked with his as I reached up and slid my hand over his noticeable hardness and unbuttoned his pants. I reached in and freed his cock from its restraint, as he helped push his pants down and out of the way.

“Open your mouth and take just the tip” he said.

Hungrily I leaned in and took the tip of him between my lips, running my tongue around him.. I wanted so badly to slide him deep in my throat; to feel him practically choking me.

“You want more of it don’t you?” He asked.

“Mmhmm” I murmured.

“I’m not sure I’m ready to give it all to you quite yet. I think we need to push your limits a bit more.”

I looked up at him and I’m sure he could see the worry in my eyes. I don’t know why I was so nervous about this but I was. He pulled out of my mouth and backed up just out of my reach.

“Q” he said “Come kneel closely behind my slave.”

“Yes, Sir” she replied and moved up behind me.

She knelt behind me straddling my legs, her breasts pressing into my back her pussy pressed against my ass. I shivered from the feel of her skin against mine; it was scary and erotic at the same time. She ran her hands up and down my sides giving me goose bumps.

“She’s never been with a woman before, you will break her, teach her how to serve along side you.” He said

“Yes Sir, with pleasure.”

“Get her ready, I’m going to come down her throat in 10 minutes, and I want her to come at the same time or I will punish you both. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” Q replied.

She grabbed my hair tightly and pulled my head back. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up and down my neck, nibbling on my ear. I shivered. Her other hand traced my side and up and over my breast pinching my nipple hard. I cried out and tried to jerk my head forward but she held it fast. Her hand continued to tease and roll my nipple. I moaned and leaned into her hand. She rubbed her body against mine as she slowly moved her hand down my belly, then down my thigh, raking her fingernails along the inside of my thigh I jerked torn between wanting her to touch me and afraid. My heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest and then I felt her fingers slide through my wetness expertly part my lips and slide inside me. I moaned and pushed against her. She removed her fingers and grabbed my hand bringing it to her pussy.

I resisted at first but she held tight and moved my fingers around her clit and slowly pushed my fingers inside her. She was wet, warm and soft, she felt really good. I soon found that I like the sensation of her body pressed to mine, my fingers buried deep in her pussy, and I wanted hers in mine. When she knew I wouldn’t pull my hand away she let go of my hand and slid her fingers back inside me.

“You’re going to suck Master’s cock now” she whispered in my ear, “and you better do a good job or we will both be punished, do you understand?”

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Good now open your mouth.” She said

He walked over and stood in front of me while Q released some of the tension on my hair guiding my head to his cock. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to receive his gift, my tongue reaching out to taste him. I took him deep in my mouth my tongue playing along the tip and shaft as he slid in and out of my mouth. I used my other hand to wrap around him sliding it up and down in time with his thrusts in my mouth.

I moaned wonderful sensations flooding my body. I loved the feel of him in my mouth, the hardness, the way he responded to my tongue. I also loved the feel Q’s breasts pushing into my back, her soft warmth and wetness, her body tightening and releasing around my fingers. I tried so hard to focus on what I was doing but it was difficult. Q’s fingers were buried deep in my pussy keeping time with Master’s cock as it slid in and out of my mouth. She was doing things with her hand that were creating sensations inside me I had never felt before. My hips started moving in time with her fingers, I was getting so close. The pressure building inside me was getting to be too much I knew I was going to come soon.

“I hope she is ready to come for me Q” he said

“Oh I think she is ready for you Sir, just tell me when.” Q said softly

I looked up at him his cock feeling thicker in my mouth. One look in his eyes and I was almost undone but he must have seen something in my face and reached out and slapped my face, lightly “Not quite yet slave, hold back.” He said distracting me a little as he rammed his cock even further down my throat, making me gag. He eased up just a bit and I quickly regained the rhythm.

“I want you to come with her, Q. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” She moaned.

“Get ready Q.” he said

Her fingers found a new motion and I felt myself starting to falter. My chest was heaving, my nipples hardened. I felt her body tightening hard around my fingers which continued to slide in and out of her pussy. I attempted to mimic her motions but I felt very clumsy.

“Now” he said and I felt him jerk in my mouth, tasted his come at the same time I felt the orgasm hit my body, I mentally screamed and moaned my mouth so full. Q’s grip on my hair tightened and she pushed herself down onto my fingers harder and ground her breasts into my back. She screamed and bucked making it even harder for me to focus.

I was having a hard time swallowing I could barely control the convulsing of my body, but somewhere in my head I knew Master would be upset if so much as a drop escaped my lips. I tried desperately to block out the other sensations wracking my body so I could focus on pleasing him. I had mixed emotions when he pulled out of my mouth, I was struggling to breathe and swallow at the same time but I also loved the feel of him in my mouth.

I found my body turning to liquid as he released me and I leaned back into Q. I had removed my hand from inside her and was slowly caressing her leg, my fingers still damp with her come. I still couldn’t catch my breath and surprisingly the sensations in my body hadn’t ceased in fact they were once again building.

“You’re a good slave.” Master said as he ran his hand down my face. “Not even one drop spilled.” He leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. “You do love to please me, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir” I said

Collar

Here is excerpt from another story. I have many stories about this couple...maybe they remind me of me and Master....

“This is a collar. It’s a sign of ownership. It means that you are my pet. Just like an animal, a dog, and this is your first training session. When you are here you will wear it.”

I was having trouble following his words as his fingers continued to torture my nipples. He leaned forward even further capturing my left nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. I gasped and press forward wanting more. He released it and went to the right, repeating his torture, his tongue rolling it around as he sucked and nipped. My arms and legs started to shake as I pressed myself forward. It was all I could do to keep my hands behind my head. I wanted to grab his head and crush it into my chest so he wouldn’t stop, but I knew I would never do that.

He licked and sucked my nipples, first one then the other as he reached up and fastened the leather collar around my neck. It was heavy, the rings cold. When it was secure he leaned back.

“Don’t you look like a little slut, sitting there with your breasts all red, your nipples standing at attention, your chest heaving and that collar around your neck. Who owns you?”

“You do” I sighed.

“Do I have to punish you again or are you going to remember to be respectful? Now again, who owns you?”

“You do, you own me Sir.”

“That’s right. But the picture isn’t quite right yet.” He said unbuttoning his pants. He reached in his pants and brought out his cock. He sat there stroking it a few times watching me. I moaned and squeezed my legs together hoping that the sensation would be enough to release the pressure building inside me. “Come here and hold this in your mouth.” He said.

I didn’t hesitate this time. I inched forward a bit taking me hands from behind my head as I bent over and took him in my mouth. He felt so good, hard yet velvety smooth. I ran my tongue around the tip while I took his cock deep into my mouth, moaning. I didn’t over think anything at this point. I just felt. I wanted this. The feel of his jeans was rough against my aching breasts. I sucked and licked him, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. He grabbed the back of my hair as he pumped himself in and out of my mouth. I sucked and ran my lips up and down the shaft, being careful of my teeth, putting pressure on him by closing my mouth tighter when he pulled out and opening it more when he slid back in. It felt so good, my cheeks started to ache but I wanted to feel him come in my mouth, but that was not to be this time. He pulled on my hair, pulling his cock out of my mouth, leaving me dazed and baffled. He pushed me back and started stroking himself. “Lean back,” he said through a strained voice. I backed up and he leaned forward as he came covering my breasts with come.

I reached up to touch it, to wipe it off, but he stopped my hand. “Leave it. Now my picture is complete. You are wearing my collar and my come. I’ve marked you.” He reached down and adjusted himself, putting his cock back in his pants. I whimpered, I was so wet, my clit so swollen, my breasts ached, and I wanted more. “Don’t worry; I’m far from done with you.” He said as he reached over to the table once again and brought out a leash. He clipped it to the ring on my collar. “Stand up and follow me.” He said.

Slowly I stood, his come running down my breasts, my own moisture running down the inside of my thigh. My legs were shaking with need. I didn’t care where he was taking me I just wanted him to touch me again. I wanted to come.

He led me up a flight of stairs to a room dominated by a four poster bed. He walked me into the room and led me to a full length mirror. “Look at yourself, look at what an owned slut looks like. This is who you are now. You are a slave, a toy for my pleasure. Do you understand?”

I looked at myself, my hair all messed up my breasts swollen and red from being slapped, my nipples hard, come dripping down the front of me. A collar around my neck with a leash attached that led to his hand. “Owned” So this is what it was. My body looked well used but my eyes glittered with need. I knew I wanted more.

Challenging Tasks

Worshiping Masters cock with my mouth is one of my favorite things to do. I love the full feel of him filling my mouth, his hand holding my hair or my head. Often he orders me to just hold it there, no licking, no sucking, no moving! I have a very difficult time with this.

Actually I have a hard time holding still whenever his cock is inside me, whether it's my pussy, my ass or my mouth. In fact I hate it. If there is one part of my training that is the most difficult for me to learn it would be to stay still when I'm told. We've been at this for a while and I may be getting a little better at it but I still often find myself getting slapped, spanked or cropped for moving when I'm told to stay still.

Master is training me to be able to sleep/rest with his cock in my mouth helping me to remember my place. So far I'm lucky if I can remain still with him in my mouth for more than 2 minutes! I do think I did pretty well the other day but what I thought was at least 10-15 minutes was more likely only about 2-3. Time always ticks by so slowly when you are really trying to concentrate on doing something right.

I read somewhere to try to use a dildo as practice but I guess I've slept with too many women for that to be effective for me. A dildo and a real cock are just so very different. Maybe that's my problem since most of my partners have been women having Masters warm pulsing hard cock in my mouth (or really anywhere for that matter) is too much for me. I completely lose myself in the task savoring every moment of it. I'm usually not a slow learner and I really do want to please Master but this is definitely one of my more challenging tasks.

Final Surrender

This was part of an assignment that I was given regarding a training that took place.

It was a lazy afternoon and I was sleeping in Masters arms. I loved the feel of his arms wrapped possessively around me. It made me feel warm, safe, kept. I usually don't like to be touched while I sleep but there is something comforting about being in my owners embrace.

As I began waking up he leaned into me and whispered in my ear that he was going to have me again soon. I shuddered instantly turned on. His hardness pressed up against my ass made me squirm in anticipation. I was never a very patient person and whenever he told me what he was going to do to me ahead of time it was hard to concentrate and the waiting seemed like an eternity.

He allowed me to take him in my mouth in anticipation of what was to come, the feel of him as he grew bigger and harder in my mouth added to my frustration but I continued to try to be patient. I loved pleasing him, being a good slave. I knew in the end my patience would be rewarded. He could be demanding and rough but his rewards were always worth it.

He grabbed a handful of my hair bringing my attention to what he was about to say, instead of losing myself to the pleasure of having him in my mouth. He told me that he wanted me to get my ass ready because he intended to use it this time. My heart fluttered, it had been so long since I was last used like that and the last time he had wanted to it had been too much. I had so many emotions going through me at the moment, joy, and the eagerness of wanting to please, and fear. I knew for me this final step would seal my fate. I knew he was my Owner but there was a rebellious piece of me still lurking inside that knew he hadn't taken full ownership of me yet. With this final act the lock would click shut on my bondage. My body would belong to him.

My wandering thoughts paralyzed me and before I knew what was happening I was being dragged from the bed with a firm tight grip on my hair. Master led me to the bathroom and told me to prepare my body, my ass for his use. He wanted me back in the bedroom soon, I wasn't done pleasing him orally and when I was done with that he intended to finally stake his claim to the rest of my body.

He left me there shaken, turned on and eager. I quickly pushed aside all my fears focusing on the pleasure of complete submission.

I returned to the bedroom nervous and eager. I knew this was right, I wanted him to take full possession of me, and in fact I needed it. I eagerly went back to the pleasant task of pleasuring him with my mouth trying to push all other anticipations and thoughts aside. After a few minutes he grabbed my hair again and told me to lie on my side. I did as I was told and waited in nervous anticipation. He lay down beside me his erection pressing gently against my ass waiting for entry. It was my job to guide him inside me, to freely give what he demanded.

It was difficult at first the pain was sharp but I heard his voice telling me to relax. I zoned in on his voice and asked him to touch me I figure the distraction would help me relax and it did, helping me to surrender to him completely. I felt him filling me taking me where only one other had ever been and the pleasure and submission overwhelmed me.

Master continued to talk to me making sure I was aware of what was happening, keeping me present in his domination of this last part of me that I had considered my own. He slid in and out of my ass leaving no doubt that my ownership was complete. His words reminded me that I was his property to take when and how he pleased. That it was my duty to obey and be a dutiful obedient slave. I completely agreed, how could I not when I derived so much pleasure from serving him? My emotions and the pleasure were intense. I felt myself needing to come but struggled to hold back. I was soon reduced to begging for release and when he allowed me to come I almost burst into tears of gratitude. My body shattered and I was lost to everything except the pleasure coursing through my body. As my body calmed down Master remained inside me not moving much except for a deep thrust every now and again. He said he wanted to make sure that I was completely aware of his ownership of me. That he was just going to remain there for a while because he could. I sighed and pushed back into him in full acknowledgement of who I answer to and who holds the keys to my collar.