I saw my new master for the first time as he pulled up in his car to pick me up. We had been talking for months about this – a weekend of roleplay in which I would play his innocent puppy slave. I was a virgin and had never gone further than oral sex. I had never orgasmed with a partner either. I had always been submissive and loved to please other people. It was my dream to have a dominating master to control me. My family knew nothing about it, so I knew I was completely under his control. No one else knew where I was, except a very trusted friend, and even she didn't know everything. Grant was thirty four – sixteen years older than me.
The car journey was quiet but I enjoyed it, sitting there twisting my hands in my lap as he asked me questions in a soft, gentle voice. It calmed my nervousness and I began to relax as he coaxed information slowly out of me. I made sure not to talk to much in case he thought I was disobedient. We pulled up at his flat about half an hour later, and he led me out of the house and inside.
He sat on the sofa and instructed me to do the same. It was a pretty non-descript place- books on the shelves, hardwood floors, leather furniture, plants in the corners of the room. I sat beside him with my knees pressed together and my back straight. I didn't usually sit like this, but I couldn't help feeling nervous. He didn't say anything for a while, then lay a gentle hand on my thigh. I was dressed in simple jeans and a t shirt as I didn't quite know what was going to be happening.
"Relax, Leine," he purred softly, stroking up my leg. "Now, before we continue – are you sure this is what you want?"
I looked up at his gentle face, his wide, loving eyes, and I nodded in awe. "Yes."
"Good," he said, removing his hand. "Now – undress."
Immediately I got up, took hold of the hem of my shirt and pulled it off above my head. I wasn't wearing a bra – I never did – and I hoped that pleased him. As I took off my jeans, he watched me lazily and began to speak.
"My darling, perfect Leine, for the rest of this weekend, you are my puppy slave. You will mostly be naked as it pleases me. You are not to hide or conceal any part of your body to me, for it is mine and mine alone. I know you are a virgin and so I will be gentle – but remember, I will punish disobedience. You are to call me Master or Sir at all times. Puppies speak only when spoken to, and that is what I expect from you. Once your clothes are off, you will become my puppy, and as such you much not stand up at all; puppies crawl around on the floor. You are mine for pleasure and I will inflict pain when I think it is necessary, but I will also reward good behaviour with love and affection. You must not cum without my permission. You may not touch yourself without my permission. If you feel I am pushing your limits too far and would like me to stop, say the safeword 'yellow' and I will stop immediately."
I nodded silently as I slipped off my socks and stood naked before him. For an instant, he sat back on the sofa and admired my body before I sank to my knees, remembering his instructions. This seemed to please him, and he leant forward on his knees, smiling at my upturned green eyes.
"Do you understand everything I have told you?" he asked me, brushing his hand down the side of my face and playing with my soft hair.
"Yes Master," I said obediently, tilting my head and enjoying his gentle touch.
"Good girl," he said, and rose to his feet. "Remember to make eye contact as much as possible – I like a sexy little puppy slave."
I knelt on the hard floor and nodded slowly, looking up into my master's face. He smiled at me, and stroked my hair. "Good puppy. Now stay here while I go and get your things." He walked out of the room and I sat still where I was, my bare chest rising and falling excitedly. My pussy was already getting wet, and my nipples were standing out proudly from my small breasts. I resisted the urge to touch myself, like I would normally do, and instead shook my hair back over my shoulders.
He returned holding a leather necklace with studs like a collar and a little metal ring attached to one side. In his other hand he was holding a slim leash and a puppy dish. He placed the leash on the sofa and put the dish on the floor out of the way, before taking the collar and fastening it around my neck.
"You are my good little puppy, and if you are very good you will get your own puppy nameplate. And this is your bowl, which I will let you eat out of when you are a good girl." I looked up at him trustingly as he clipped the leash to the metal ring at the back of my neck, and stroked my back lovingly. I was desperate to prove what a good girl I could be. "Puppy, you belong to me, and I want you to crawl around the house after me as I lead you around. Can you do that for me, puppy?"
"Yes Master," I answered, raising my body onto my hands and knees. He laughed affectionately and began to walk around the living room, allowing me to get used to crawling after him. As he did so, he spoke in his soft, relaxing tones about how he would eventually take me, and how I was to be his beloved puppy slave and he would take care of me and cherish me like a good master. "Come now, little slave, come and see my house."
I crawled around on the floor for almost half an hour as he spoke to me in those same calming tones, learning where everything was in his flat. Just being with him and knowing I had to do everything he told me excited me wildly, and the anticipation of the weekend ahead was driving me crazy. He eventually took me to his bedroom, which was simple and unadorned with a number of toys spread out on the bed. I saw a blindfold, whips, a paddle, various dildos, nipple clamps, a ball gag and some vibrators.
"Puppy, have you ever been spanked before?" he asked me as he sat on the bed. I knelt beside him, making sure to look into his eyes, and he stroked the top of my head.
"No," I said quietly, rubbing my head up against his hand.
"Well, we will soon change that," he grinned, running his hand over the handle of a soft leather whip. "I don't think you remembered to call me 'Master' just then, did you puppy?"
I cursed myself silently. "No Master."
"Naughty puppy...I will have to give you your first spanking." I shrank down beside him, frightened but excited. I was going to be broken in by my loving master. "Up on the bed, puppy."
I sprang up beside him instantly, keeping my head bowed low but still looking up at him with my big puppy eyes. I didn't want to give him any further cause to punish me.
"Get over my knee, puppygirl," he commanded, and I only hesitated for a fraction of a moment before obeying.
He spread me out over his knee, and pulled my head upwards with my collar. "Puppy, you have been a bad girl – and you also need to learn what it is to be spanked. As it is your first spanking, I will only use my hand and I will be gentle. But remember; puppies do not make noise while they are being spanked. I want to slap your pretty ass ten times to get you used to the feel of my hand, then five more for failing to call me 'Master'. Every time you make a noise, I will add one more slap, plus the one you failed to take."
I nodded silently, feeling his hand stroke my back and lightly touch the flesh of my ass. I quivered underneath his touch, feeling my pussy get even wetter.
Without warning, I felt a sharp sting on my butt and I cried out with the pain. He jerked my collar upwards and I bit down on my cry.
"Bad puppy...I told you not to make a noise. That's sixteen slaps you have to take now." Keeping a hold of my collar, he prepared to strike again. This time, I bit my tongue and held out as he spanked my white ass three more times. It hurt, but not as much as I had been expecting – in fact, I was enjoying it. My body jerked as he slapped me again and again – I was really beginning to like it now – and each time he counted out loud.
"Nine...ten." He paused to let me catch my breath. Tears were streaking down my face, and he released my collar and I let my head fall.
"Good girl. Just six more slaps and your punishment is over. Good puppy," he soothed, stroking my reddened ass. Suddenly, he delivered five more blows, then paused before giving the final sharp slap on my sore butt.
When it was over, he stroked my back carefully as I choked back my sobs. My ass was stinging badly, but I made no noise in fear of retribution.
"Good girl, clever puppy," he said softly to me, stroking my hair and tickling my ears. Though I was in pain, I was enjoying his gentle touch. I loved to feel his hands all over me, stroking me and caressing me.
To my surprise, he stroked down the length of my body, his fingers gentling over my inner thighs, and then moving downwards towards my cunt. Despite the spanking it was dripping wet; I could feel the warmth radiating outward and longed to touch myself there. He ran a careful finger over my wet slit and I shivered with pleasure.
"Did you enjoy my spanking, puppy? Did you enjoy being punished?"
"N-no Master," I whispered as he continued to stroke the outside of my pussy. His strong fingers touched ever so lightly on my clit, and I longed for him to rub it.
"I think you did, puppy, or your little pussy wouldn't be so wet." He paused right over my pussy and slowly put his finger inside me – not very far, but it was enough to make me flinch with pleasure. "You like to be spanked, my puppy..."
I purred with delight as he pushed his finger inside me further, arching my back and pushing my butt upwards. He curved his finger and stroked that special place inside me that makes me feel so good. A little 'oh' of pleasure escaped my lips before I could bite it back.
"Oh puppy, do you like me touching you?" he said, withdrawing his finger and beginning to stroke the outside of my pussy instead. "I will have to punish you for being such a slut...maybe I will make your pretty tits look a bit prettier. On the floor, puppy."
I did as he asked instantly, even though my pussy felt so empty after I got off his lap. I knelt on the floor at his feet, my eyes only straying once to the bulge in his pants. He looked as if he had a big, thick cock, and I longed for him to take it out.
He turned to the array of toys on the bed and picked out the silver nipple clamps. Standing, he stroked the side of my face and reached down for my breasts, which I offered to him by arching my back and keeping my eyes on his face. He twisted my left nipple and then my right, causing my eyes to close in pleasure and pain. He attached the left nipple clamp and let me get used to that pain. It hurt, but he caressed my breast and shushed me as I let the tears fall silently down my chin. The right one was next, and I got used to this one quicker as he placed his hands over my boobs and stroked them gently.
