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I didn’t even process anything more than the actual words,
yet my desire to please him took over and I complied without question.  Sitting
back on the carpet I spread my legs, bending my knees and balancing my heels of
the shoes on his floor.  Using my left arm I leaned back, and with my right
hand cupped my breast and squeezed my aching nipple.

“Look at me!”

I stared into his eyes, and found myself once again wanting
to crawl inside him; feel his warm strong arms around my body, holding me
safely within him.

Trailing my fingers down across my recently shaved pubic
bone I brushed across my clit.  A surge of power seemed to emanate from my
fingers, lighting up my world as my juices began to flow uncontrollably.  I
slipped my index finger down between the folds, spreading my lips open for his
approval.  I hoped he’d at least give me the satisfaction of knowing he enjoyed
the view, but from his stone cold expression I got nothing.

Forging ahead I slipped my finger inside, first the index
finger and then my middle finger, coating them both in the process.  I
retrieved them, sliding them up and down my opening, lightly brushing my clit
with each stroke before returning them inside once again.  I lowered myself
onto my back, staring at the ceiling and wondering if this is what he had in
mind.  Nevertheless, with my left hand I pressed into my clit, feeling it throb
under the pads of my own fingertips as I rhythmically stroked the opening with
my right hand.  I couldn’t believe how excited I was, and I feared I’d leave a
huge wet spot on his floor beneath me.

I can hear him shifting in his chair, and I’m hoping it’s
his need to adjust himself, not sheer boredom at my lack of experience.  Still,
my need grows, and I sense my orgasm beginning to mount as I begin to press
harder into my clit, making small circles.  My back begins to arch, and the
feeling spreads towards my outer extremities as I dig my toes into bottom of my
shoes.

“Stop,” he says calmly.  I obey, although I feel the
frustration of need swell in my core as I lift my head towards him.  “I didn’t
give you permission to come.”

“What?”

“Sir!” he corrects me.  “I didn’t give you permission to
come.  Come here and lay across my lap.”

First I kneeled at his side and then lifted my upper body
over his jeaned thighs.  Hardness at my belly told me he wasn’t completely
immune to my body as I’d imagined.  My head faced the floor now and my entire
weight rested on him, his fingers flowed through my hair directing it downward
so that it cascaded into a river and me in a cavern inside it.  I could see
little from the room my hair created; the exotic oriental carpet below was my
single focus and I began studying its pattern intently.  My hands pressed
against it, but they were outside my field of vision so I tried to connect the lushness
between my fingers to the fibers in the pattern below.  I did this as I waited
for his next touch because the fear of what I was doing was in direct conflict
with the destitution of my need.  It came without warning, as I was immersed in
the monotony of the rug, and the instant stinging hot pain shot up my spine
like a clear, paved road.  Then warmth, massaging, hot hands delving between my
thighs to test the reaction to his slap.

Massaging.

Then wham, he spanked me again.  This time my behind was
fresh with capillaries open and pink.  The sting caused me to shiver
uncontrollably until his long fingers began comforting me again.  Each time I
calmed, he hit me again.  My ass was burning with fire and I realized with
startling reality that I’d not been offered a safe word.  Yet his fingers
continued to probe around the opening of my ass and into the depths of me, and
then back around again.  Between each slap he marched me closer and closer to
the answer I’d come here looking for.

He began a pattern of his own.  His fingers delved inside me
with five strokes, then retreated and hiked up my spine to the bare back of my
neck.  Down again to my ass; to touch it, explore its rim and then slid forward
inside me again to tickle the spot that was becoming my prominent thought.  On
and on he went spanking me harder as the onset to his routine.

Pain then pleasure.

Pain then pleasure.

Until my need had grown so loud in my head that I thought
I’d scream.  Then he reached inside me; more fingers now, stretching me until I
knew I’d burst.  Throbbing and pulsing inside me, his fingers filled all voids
except one, and then he slapped the living hell out of me.  The stroke was so
strong it jolted my entire body on his thighs.  The flame that shot through me
as the weight of his palm struck sent me reeling.  I was almost there and
somewhere in my mind I realized I’d never been this far before, but things were
foggy now and my goal was just ahead.  His palm didn’t comfort now; he placed it
on my lower back and pushed with his entire strength.  I was sure his fingers
inside me were touching the ones on my back through my skin and my ass was
chilling from the last sting, then he hit me again.  This time the pain wasn’t
pain at all, it was pure pleasure and my body took control.  I was floating, so
I desperately grabbed his ankles to keep me grounded.  A shrill scream filled
my ears and though I could feel my body trembling I had no control over it. 
Hot blood flashed through my veins and I could instantly feel every part of
me.  I could feel the tips of my toes, the frailest hair on my arm, and each
nipple with astounding clarity, but mainly the frantic throbbing of my inner
walls.

I must keep him there, inside me, and it’s my single need,
but slowly my mind and body began to rejoin.  The connections weren’t welcomed
but inevitable, and I floated back together in his lap.  It was only then that
I noticed that my hands had been clutched so tightly into the carpet that they
were now asleep.

“Now get up slowly or you’ll fall,” he said.

Without warning he stood and began walking towards the
doorway.  “That’ll be all for now, Elizabeth.  Gather your things and show
yourself out.”

“But…”

“But what?” he asked.  “Is there something else?  What about
you?”

He turned and leaned against the doorway, and shoved a hand
in his pocket.  “You want me?  To do what?”

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

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

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.