Author's Note: The plot and ideas for this story were suggested by my friend, Shannon_est. This is dedicated to her with love and affection.
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As the leather riding crop slashed into her firm, round buttocks, Alison counted each sensual stroke.
"Twenty-Five. Thank you Daddy."
Alison had never been happier, never in her entire life. In Matthew, she had found a man who understood her needs, shared her passions – and her kinks.
"Twenty-Six. Yessss, thank you Daddy." Each stinging stroke brought back pleasant memories with dazzling clarity.
She'd only been teaching a year at Roseville High when Matthew had come to give a lecture on career day. He was a concert booker and was very successful at it, so he was one of the speakers the Principal had lined up to come and give a talk. His superb oratory skills had dazzled the kids, his tales of meeting the rich and famous kept them rapt with attention.
He'd also impressed the hell out of Alison, who thought him easily the most spectacular man she'd ever seen.
He stood there at nearly 6'5" tall, immaculately dressed. Not a hair was out of place and he found his Salt & Pepper locks sexy as hell. They were the only indication of his age, no one would have taken him for 48. His face belied his age, he looked only a few years older than Alison herself.
"Twenty-Seven. Feels so good daddy." Each stroke of the crop reminded her of the joys they'd shared.
She'd worked up all her courage to approach him after the lecture. Alison was, by nature, a very quiet girl. It wasn't all there was to her, there was much, much more, but it was the image she presented to the world.
She needn't have worried. From the first time Matthew took her hand, it was like they were in perfect harmony.
She had only wanted his company for a drink, he insisted on taking her to dinner. The meal was exquisite, she enjoyed all of it and ate with an appetite that surprised her. She even allowed herself dessert, a rare treat for her.
He insisted on seeing her home, so Alison asked him up to her tiny apartment for coffee. They only had one cup.
"Twenty-Eight. Thank You, thanks so much Daddy." Her body was alive with desire now. Matthew knew every little trick to excite and delight her.
They'd had one cup of coffee when Matthew pulled her into his strong embrace and kissed her, hard and full on the lips. She fought for only the briefest of seconds, then gave in, whimpering softly as his agile tongue found hers. She was sure her panties were already soaked, when he swept her up in one motion and carried her to the bedroom.
"Undress." It was all he said, but she did as told. She slid out of her dress and shoes, clad before him in bra and panties. She hoped he found her desirable, she knew she was pretty & petite, but she wanted to be sexy for this bear of a man.
Matthew found her desirable, he told her this. "Those underthings though – ughh!!" he said, looking at her bra and panties. "You're a sexy, petite little wildcat. You should have lingerie to match. We'll have to fix that. In the meantime...." He got into her bed and motioned for her to join him.
Alison had never been this impetuous, this daring in all her life. She moved on top of him and crushed her lips to his, his kisses took her breath away. He ran his fingers through her close-cropped auburn hair and said "You have lovely hair. You should grow it longer."
He moved his hands all over her body, igniting every inch of her. Her pussy pulsated with desire, she couldn't wait to feel his cock inside of her. He pleasured every inch of her body, from her ears to her toes, no part of her went untouched. He insisted she return the favor and his thick cock in her mouth was one of the most sensual feelings Alison had ever known. She licked and sucked his cock until she could feel him about to cum. Giving in to an impulse she had never had before, she swallowed all of his jizz.
They fucked all night and well into the morning. There was affection there, but it was surpassed by wild fucking. Matthew had found her inner slut, the one Alison tried so carefully to hide. He took her in ways she had never imagined and she gave in to it all, denying him nothing. He fucked her sweet little ass and although it burned, the burn felt like a delicious pleasure.
Alison learned swiftly that Matthew – only she was ever allowed to call him Matt – was a man of his word, but he also had a low tolerance for bullshit. It was what made him successful.
He took her shopping the following week and insisted she throw out most of her old, frumpy lingerie. "You're a young, beautiful woman!" he told her. "Dress like it."
His belief in her instilled a new-found confidence in her. People took more notice of her, her students paid more attention. Of course, it could have been the shorter skirts that showed off her nicely-tanned legs.
Through all of it, Matthew was by her side. He was multi-faceted. One night they would be at a concert, the next night they would driving an ATV and screaming at the top of their lungs. She never knew what to expect with her new lover and that made her happy.
When they had been seeing each other for six months, Matthew asked Alison to move in with him. She suspected she might have said yes if he'd asked on their second date, she was that much in love with him. She packed up her tiny apartment, brought her cat, Mr. Boots – who Matthew grudgingly admitted he actually liked – and moved in with the man she loved dearly.
No word was said of marriage, although she knew they likely would someday. She lived in bliss with her lover, they were active and busy and the sex remained the best she had ever known.
"Twenty-Nine. Mmmm Daddy, Ali's getting so hot." Matthew knew when she called herself "Ali" she was getting into the fantasy. Her cheeks glowed bright-red and she was aching with desire.
Alison would come home from work, arriving shortly after 4, nearly 2 hours before her man. She'd take the opportunity to cook or clean, do laundry, watch some television, because when Matthew got home, he wanted her. Sometimes, she thought he was insatiable, but as her ferocity matched his, she had no complaints. She was never happier than when his big cock was sliding in and out of her cunt, fucking her and making her scream.
Then, it got better.
"Thirty. Wonderful, so good Daddy, Thank You Daddy, Ali loves you." Thirty birthday spankings, they had been together for nearly 2 years now.
It was just before her 29th birthday that Alison found "the box" that had the photos in it. She could tell they were photos, likely of Matthew's family and friends, so she thought she'd surprise him by organizing them in a Photo Album. She opened the box and got the shock of her life.
The photos were of Matthew and other people doing some truly odd things. In one, Matthew wore nothing but PVC briefs and was whipping the ass of one young girl while she ate the pussy of another slightly older girl. In another, he was fucking a girl with his cock while a large dildo was rammed into her ass. Many of the girls were chained, the other men in the photos were whipping them, fucking their asses, cumming in their faces. The photos were a catalogue of perversion.
Alison was shocked, but she was turned on. Very turned on, which surprised her. She'd always been somewhat submissive, Matthew was very clearly the boss – but was she this submissive? Could she give in to her craving for sexual release with her Matthew?
When Matthew got home shortly after six, he looked all over the living room for Alison. "Alison, baby, where are you?" he yelled.
"In here darling!" she called from the bedroom.
He walked into their bedroom, expecting to find his Alison naked or in lingerie, waiting to make love. Matthew did not get what he expected.
She was sitting there on her haunches, a black leather collar around her neck. Attached to it was a slim chain of silver. She was wearing a black leather bustier that laced up the front, tiny black thong and high, black boots, with a stiletto heel. She'd done her makeup to look soft and tender, yet there was a passion in her eyes he had never seen before. He walked to their bed and said "Alison, what is all this."
She handed him the chain, which he took and she said gently, "I am yours, my Master."
Matthew looked at her puzzled, then the light went on. "You found the pictures. Oh Lord Alison, I'm sorry. I never meant for you to see them. I gave up that lifestyle when I met you, I ...."
She put a slender finger to his lips and spoke. "If I may, my Master?" He nodded, so she continued. "The pictures shocked me at first, my Master, but I realized how very sexy they were. People trusting others with their ultimate secrets and desires, giving up control. Oh Master, it was all so exciting. This is what I want for us, my Master, I want to belong to you, only you, to serve you and be your toy."
Matthew looked down at her, at the chain in his hand, his mind reeling. This facet of her personality had surprised him, yet she was soft and docile. He loved her dearly, he knew that, she'd be perfect for the role.
"Alison, once we go down this path, there can be no turning back. Are you sure this is what you want?"
She nodded, eyes gleaming with delight. "Oh yes Master, very much."
His face seemed to change at that moment, growing more stern, yet Alison could still see the love there. "All right. I am willing to initiate you into `The Life' Alison. First, you must never argue or disagree with me. I am your Master, your job is to obey!"
Alison nodded eagerly, body aching with desire. He continued "I will be a firm Master, but never forget that I love and treasure you. Should anything be too extreme for you, there will be a word you may use and everything will stop, a `Safety' word. Do you understand this?" Again, Alison nodded.
"You will dress and behave as I wish. Your greatest joy will be to serve me and I, in turn, will give you greater sexual pleasures than you have ever known. Is all this acceptable to you Alison?
"Yes, oh yes, my Master."
"Alison, here is your first command. Here alone, in the privacy of our bedroom, you are to call me `Daddy'. Do you understand this?"
She smiled again, his first little kink made her quiver with glee. "Yes Daddy."
Some of the stern look left Matthew's face. "Have you been a good girl today Alison?"
She shook her head. "No Daddy. I'm sorry Daddy."
Matthew was pleased how quickly she was adapting. "What is it you did wrong today Alison?"
She looked at him, body aching and said "I was so horny today Daddy, I needed to cum. So I played with my pussy with a big old dildo, like the horny little slut I am!"
Matthew could barely contain his grin. "Show me."
