He enters the room with the sudden force of an out of control tornado. His footsteps heavy, slamming with every touch of the boots. His body firm, eyes darting within the light of the dimmed room. He turns around quickly, looking to the darkened corner. Of course, he knew she was there. It was where she belonged, so she was. Her eyes dared not to lift, cast downwards respectfully; she felt his deadly stare upon her. "Approach." The single command rings forth. Her body jerks into motion as she begins to crawl across the floor to his feet. She kneels before Him, her lips brushing the toe of his boot, grateful to be his. He watches as she displays the affectionate gesture of her submission. Swiftly, his hands reach forth, grasping her thick locks, pulling her to her feet easily. His hands smoothing down her face, her eyes continually lowered. His fingers glide along the curve of her neck, fingertips rough as he massages along her shoulders. "I'm going to fuck you, darling, but not with my cock that you so desire." Listening attentively, her breathing staggers as he speaks.
"Over to the wall.” She snaps to life again, padding to the wall, standing with her back to him as he has taught her to do. Growling, he sweeps his hand over her bare ass, slapping at her high, rounded cheeks. She doesn't cry out, which pleases Him, knowing she is learning to control herself. "Get into proper position. Now." Her legs spread wide, arms extended and spread, palms flat upon the wall. Working diligently, he chains her to the wall, checking the locks before stepping back. He admires his handiwork, her ankles, wrist bound to the rings embedded within the wall, allowing only the slightest of movements from her. He moves forward, pressing his clothed form against hers. Rubbing her body roughly as his fingernails drag along her belly. His mouth near her ear as his words wash over her flesh. "You want me to fuck you slut. Don't you? You want my cock buried within that slick little cunt. Isn't that what you desire?" He can feel her trembling. His finger gliding down the perfect curvature of her pert ass, caressing between the globes of flesh. His hands continue to caress her as he listens to the response of her whimpers and moans. "Can you imagine, can you feel my spurting cock within you? Cumming upon such beautiful flesh using you, using that body, that soul which I own?" His eyes falling upon the collar about her neck with appreciation. Suddenly, his hand slips into her hair, yanking her head back, grunting deeply. "Answer me!" Her words coming in a rush,”Yes, master. This slut desires you so, for your cum, for anything you would desire for me. please use me, Master." He smiles, nodding his head as he stands against her backside. "Very good, darling"
He pulls away from her just as quickly as he stood against her. Leaving a void of coolness, she sighs softly, wanting him back. She can hear him working, the items within the toy chest moving as he searches. It slams shut, causing her to jump with surprise, her bonds shaking a bit. She feels his hands upon her tight ass, spreading her cheeks to expose the once virgin hole that he has claimed. Her head bowing, forehead against the wall as she begins to try to relax, knowing the force of His entry. His eyes watching her, noting the bow of her head, a light chuckle emerges from his throat as he grasps the handle of the crop. He kneels behind her, the sweet tight starfished hole open, relaxing. His eyes scan the reddened edges, a proud smile of his work showering his face. Easily he presses the handle against her ass, her body flinches with the slight pain. His hand resting upon the small of her back. "Still." His command ringing within her ears. Her movements ceasing, her breathing still raspy as he turns the handle slowly, to the left, then to the right, easing it inch by burning inch within her anus, before drawing it out.
His eyes rest upon her form, seeing she has stilled completely. He pushes the handle within her with blinding speed, shoving it within her ass. The tender muscle clenches, gripping the handle as her cries begin, loud and echoing. His arms cross with satisfaction as he takes a step back, gazing upon his slut. He moves back to her after what seems to be forever. Her breathing returning to regular, the handle still buried within the clamping muscles of her ass. His hand sliding beneath her, feeling her creamy slit, pleased that it is hot and slick. Slowly he begins to stroke the folds. His thumb carefully drawing her clit from its hood as he teases it. His smile is etched across his harsh features as he feels her shudder, her juices dipping onto his forearm. He begins to push and pull the handle within her ass in rthyme with the one gliding within her cunt. His hands move slowly, steadily, fucking his sweet girl. His voice emerges forth gently, "Is this what you wanted, my darling? Is this how you want to please your Master?" His fingers begin to move more insistently, curling, dragging, and pressuring the boiling flesh. Her body trying to roll against her restraints. He whispers, "Don't you dare cum yet." Her walls quivering as his fingers continue to dive, twist, the rubbing of her clit maddening. Her lips parting as she suddenly screams, "MASTER!! please!! Oh God, please!" He stops quickly, withdrawing his fingers, the crop handle, she whimpers ashamed of her outburst, able to feel His disappointment as He moves away.
For a long time there is nothing but silence, a deep, woefilled silence. Her eyes swollen, tear stained as they crack open. Her words no longer able to be held, knowing his silence equals his disappointment. "Master, please forgive this one for my outburst. I should have practiced my self-control. I have failed in pleasing you. I beg for the punishment, to be corrected of my mistake." Her voice sinking into an ache as she finishes. From within the darkness, the crack of the whip sounds, the end blazes a path along the small of her back, her cries stilled. Viciously chewing at her lower lip, a quick procession of lashes cross her quivering ass cheeks. Her head falling back weakly as the blows continue to rain upon her. The tears flooding ceaselessly, but no sound uttered from her lips. The welts already adorning her body, bright red, burning, stinging with the sweet punishment of pain. Finally, he sees the tears streaming upon her apple cheeks. He stops, her broken whimpers a delicious melody to his ears. His voice rising as he speaks. "You are mine. Do you understand what that means? You live for me, breath for me, your life is mine. To control, to keep, to guard, to protect, all of that. The only thing you have to do, is please me. What's so hard about that?" He pauses before continuing to speak. "I am not difficult. I am not mean. I am me, darling. I am your Master. I rule you. I control you. Do you fucking understand that?" His words tearing at her heart as she nods, her voice cracking as she struggles with her words. "Yes, Master, your whore understands." His hand whipping out, grasping her thick mass of hair, hissing as he speaks, his face dangerously close to hers. "You gave yourself to me willingly. You wanted the training. You wanted to submit. DO NOT make me ashamed of having given you my collar." His free hand lifting, tugging at her collar, "Do you feel that, darling? That's the collar I gave to you. I trusted that you would honor it with your behavior and you can't even control a simple outburst. You cried out when you knew you shouldn't have, that is NOT acceptable!” Her body wracked with shudders as she listens to him speak. He moves away from her, releasing her hair. He strides into the shadowed area of the room, rustling through some items.
He returns to her, kneeling behind her spread legs. She feels the hard bite of his teeth upon each of her ass cheeks. He growls deeply as he hears the tiny wince from her lips. Biting her again, his teeth leaving a deep depression upon her flesh this time. He notes that she doesn't utter the smallest of sounds, just taking the pain. He whispers, "Very good, darling." Slipping his hands beneath her, He opens a little padded clip attached to a weight of about a quarter of a pound, rubbing her little nub with his forefinger. He pulls out a small cloth wiping it free of her wetness. He spreads her folds with his fingers, clamping the exposed clit, letting the weight drop. He rocks back upon the balls of his feet, squatting as he observes her, the tremble of her thighs, the tightening of her muscles. Smiling softly, he reaches forth, stroking her calf lovingly. "Good, darling. I love to hear your silence. I know it hurts but you are doing this for me. You must think only of me and how much this pleases." Her clit is pulled sharply with the drop of the weight, stretching the ultra-sensitive piece of flesh. She feels her mind dizzying as he touches the weight, allowing it to swing just enough to pull her pearl. Her thighs glisten with streaks of her juices. He takes the opportunity to smear some of the heavenly cream upon his finger. He draws is fingers into his mouth as he watches his doll shudder. The flavor of her heat bursting within the warm recesses of his mouth. His hands reach forth, clutching her hamstrings tightly. His strong grip bruising the soft flesh. His mouth lowering, lapping hungrily at the feast dripping along her parted thighs, eating this offering from his darling slut. He luxuriates in the perfection of her honey, licking greedily at his delicious creation. He pulls back from her. His hands sounding off against the outer curve of her thighs, speaking firmly, "I need to hear you now, darling. Let your Master hear those sweet beggings." Her voice showered with her need to earn his pleasure, to be back within His good standing. "Master, I beg you. Plead with you. Please use me use what is yours. What you have graciously trained, created, and built, Master. Allow this one to exhibit that which you have taught me, use your slut, Master.”
