The dark green Jeep Grand cherokee turned off of the road onto an old paved road marked with a weathered white sign that read:
"
STUBBS RANCH SERVICE ROAD
NO TRESPASSING-"
Behind the drivers wheel sat a 37-year-old caucasian woman with long flowing burgundy red hair and green eyes. Her name was Ashley and her 44DD-36-40 dimensions filled out the simple black dress she wore. It was a size too tight, but she had received the dress and bra that she was wearing in the mail earlier in the week, with a note to wear only what was in the package when she came for the "date" with Master Jacob.
Ashley's Dom/sub relationship with Jacob had matured over the past 7 months. It started off solely online beginning with anonymous emails through the alternative lifestyle dating site and then progressing to their personal emails and live video chats. A couple months ago, they had taken the next steps, moving to real life with a very nice dinner date at one of the upscale restaurants in nearby Greenville. During the small talk that accompanied the meal, and the walk through a small park afterwards, they talked about their individual experiences in D/s relationships and the BDSM lifestyle. Jacob had told her he was part of a group of Dominants he called "The Brotherhood" and that had piqued her interest. She had always been promiscuous, something that led to her marriage ending up in a divorce and her becoming a single mother fifteen years ago. So, that disclosure from Jacob hadn't driven her away. Since then, they had partaken in long phone calls, explicit video chats and lifestyle parties at the St. Andrews BDSM Club. And now the culmination of their relationship had led to driving up a small paved road three quarters of a mile from the main highway.
As she followed the road, she pondered where the proverbial road would lead for this "relationship". Her track record for long term relationships wasn't good. Since her divorce she had had her share of sexual partners and relationships, none working out for more than a year or two at most. The reasons ranged from differences in what she wanted out of a Dominant/submissive relationship, to her own promiscuity. Even as late as two weeks ago, she had started emailing another Dom named Daniel.
Some habits you just can't break,
she thought as she parked her jeep and stepped out into the refreshing Spring air,
hopefully this time things will be different.
She walked towards a lit doorway where a small waist-high table sat on the left side of the door.
She gasped as she read the sign which hung on the door at eye level.
-SUBMISSIVES MUST REMOVE CLOTHING BEFORE ENTERING-
Jacob had already seen her naked, but what gave her pause was that she was expected to undress outside. The roadway she had just traveled on was less than a mile away and any passing driver would be able to see her in the lighted area where she stood. Still, from their talks and sessions they had at the bondage club, Ashley knew Jacob demanded compliance from his submissive. If she wanted this to work, she knew what she had to do. She reached back and unzipped the back of the dress until she could shrug it down off her shoulders. She moved it down until it fell to the ground, leaving her standing wearing only a black 44E plunge bra. She reached down and unclasped it, freeing her voluptuous natural breasts. She folded the bra and put it on the table. Unconsciously she made an effort to cover her tits with her right arm as she stepped out of the dress and picked it up with her other hand. Folding it, she placed it on the table. She stood naked in her 4 inch black high heels, her hands doing their best to cover what she could of her tits (basically her nipples) and her shaven pussy (focusing on her already moistening lips) leaving the pink heart tattoo on her bald pussy half covered by her hand.
The heavy door opened and there stood Jacob. Almost six feet tall and muscular, he wore tan khaki pants and an open collar long sleeved shirt. His jet black hair was styled in a short high and tight military haircut and his blue eyes focused on Ashley and her sudden self-conscious stance. "We'll have to work on your public inhibitions," he stated as he held the door open and motioned for the woman to come into the house.
She walked in with her arms crossed in front of her chest. As she passed in front of him, Jacob let his hand brush across her hairless cunt. He closed the door and smacked her ass as he walked in front of her. It was a playful slap with barely any force, but it still made Ashley catch her breath. "There is no need to cover yourself, slave," Jacob admonished, "it's not like I haven't seen your tits before."
"Will I always have to take off my clothes outside?" Ashley asked as she dropped her arms to her side.
"I don't think I heard you correctly, get on your knees and speak again."
"I-I I'm sorry Mas-" Ashley stuttered as her face reddened.
"GET ON YOUR KNEES!" Jacob said forcefully, annoyed at her disregard for their established phrasing.
Ashley dropped to her knees, her bountiful breasts flopping, and looked at the floor a couple inches in front of her. It was an immaculate beige carpet which covered the floor of the entire room.
Way to go Ash
she thought quietly.
Jacob walked a couple steps in front of the kneeling woman. "OK, let's try this again, while you crawl to me, my slut, you can try asking your question again." Ashley looked up and saw him standing there. He was about 9 feet in front of her. she crawled on her hands and knees, her nipples were hard and her large natural tits swayed back and forth as she moved. Jacob smiled
I love to see her crawl like that. Mmm those tits!
Timidly, Ashley said, "Mas-Master, will I be required to undress outside all the time?". She still had a couple feet to go before she was in front of him.
"The short answer is yes slut," answered the man. He looked down at her as she finished crawling. He slapped her plump ass. She let out a little yelp and then sat in front of him, her ass resting on her legs. He unbuttoned his khakis and pulled down the zipper. "There is a longer answer but right now, you need to atone for your previous error."
Ashley reached up and drew his hardening 8 inch cock out of his pants. She smacked her lips as she rose up on her knees, her eyes looking up into Jacob's. The head of his cock past her lips as her tongue welcomed his now hardened member into her mouth. Still she kept her eyes on his. His hands quickly grab the back of her head and he pulls her face all the way down the length of his cock until his entire cock is in her mouth. "Keep looking at me," the Dom said as he started fucking her face, "Don't disappoint me again slut." Her eyes watered but she kept her eyes locked on his. Her mascara ran as her eyes continued to water and tears formed in her eyes, running down her cheeks. The tempo of his facefuck picked up and she gagged once, twice, and then a third time, but she kept eye contact with him. He continued using her mouth for another couple minutes before he pulled his dick all the way out of her mouth and let go of her head.
Jacob moved back a step and kicked off his shoes and took off his pants entirely. Ashley was busy trying to clean up her face, wiping away running makeup with the palms of her hands as Jacob motioned for her to stand. He picked up his pants, carrying them by the waistband, and turned and led his submissive out of the room and down a staircase.
The stairs led directly into a 60 foot by 60 foot square finished basement. Various pieces of bondage equipment and a couple chairs were in the room. Two sex swings hung from the ceiling as well. In addition, movable cameras were mounted high up on the walls in each corner of the room. Another doorless doorway was on the opposite wall of the doorway they walked through. In the middle of each wall stood a 3-tier 5 foot shelving unit. Each of the shelves contained essentials for the lifestyle: handcuffs, leg shackles, spreader bars of various sizes, leather collars and assorted leashes, nipple clamps, cat-o-nine tails and whips.
This dungeon almost rivals the playrooms at St. Andrews Bondage Club
Ashley thought as she looked around. Jacob walked to one of the shelves and picked up a spreader bar and some restraints.
