Fortunes Shared - slave girl sara
All persons over the age of 18
This is a fiction based on my experiences and my fantasies.
As my eyes lifted I saw my first sight of a Master's dungeon, I gulped, and Sir placed his hands on my shoulders
"Do not worry girl, most is just for show."
His deep voice broke into a chuckle.
Sir undid the three buttons on my coat and removed it.
He tapped my arms and I raised them up and he lifted my yellow cashmere jumper up and removed that too.
Going behind me he unclipped my bra then came to the front as so he could release my breasts, one by one. I instinctively put my hands on the back of my head, he smiled.
Undoing my jeans he lowered them till I stepped out of them.
He placed His thumbs into the waistband of my panties and very casually lowered them, over my cheeks, round my knees, down my legs and off.
I stood naked in front of a total stranger in a dungeon twenty-five miles from Sir`s home but I was not scared, I had complete trust in my Master's choice of trainer.
His large hands patted my bottom as he walked round me, and then back in front of me admiring what he had uncovered.
He lifted my chin and told me to look at him.
As my eyes looked up I saw a man of about forty-five years old standing over six foot tall.
He was dark and chiseled chinned and so handsome.
Deep brown eyes and longish dark hair made him a vision of a true Surly Master.
Sir took me to the center of the room and stood me between two rings set into the floorboards.
He went to a pulley and lowered a rope from a ceiling hook.
My hands were clasped together and the rope loop attached, the pulley raised my hands up.
"You have you safe word which is RED, the moment you speak it ALL training stops, do you understand?" Sir asked.
"Yes Sir, RED is my safe word and I understand" I replied.
Sir shackled my legs to the two ring hooks and raised my hands even higher.
When I was almost on tip toes Sir spread my legs with the shackles.
On the last click of the pulley I was pretty stretched. He walked to a cabinet and came back with a riding crop.
I stared forward and must admit I was so wet I was a little embarrassed when it hit between my legs.
After the third slap He pushed the leather end of his crop and split my pussy lips.
My response was immediate as I thrust forward.
He removed the crop from my lips and placed it on my right nipple and crack, then crack onto my left nipple, they were already stiff but Sir's attention to them soon made them like bullets.
Gently at first, Sir covered all my body with his crop, gradually getting harder and harder.
He stopped and got some cord from his cabinet.
Within forty minutes of arriving I had a rope around my waist with one leg fastened up behind me tied onto it.
A rope around my breasts soon turned them blue, the pain was terrible but I had to last out and not use my word.
My hair was fastened to a rope and pulled backwards to my rope belt stretching my throat tight.
Clamps were placed on my nipples and my clit hood, with plenty of pressure. I almost used my word as He tightened my clit clamp more.
When fastened to His satisfaction I heard Him walk to His cabinet. It was not till His return I felt the cane across my breasts and nipples, then worked on my pussy and clit, as tears filled my eyes.
Backwards and forwards his cane went from my pussy to my breasts.
He stopped as I almost exploded with a climax.
He walked back to his cabinet and replaced His cane,
I heard His belt buckle open and His belt being removed and a searing pain on my right buttock as he belted me.
Every stroke expertly placed in the area He had intended, legs, back, front, bottom, pussy and arms.
He was strong and each cut was worse than the last, it was time to use my word when he stopped.
He began to undo my bindings and finally lowering my hands from above my head. As I was free he patted my bottom again and told me to freshen up in the adjoining bathroom and dress.
Leaving Master Brian's house I glided on air to the taxi he had ordered to take me to the bus station.
All I could think of on my journey home was the pleasure I have given my Master.
It was six o'clock when I got home and our front door opened, I went to meet my Master and he pointed to the stairs so I went to our room.
"Strip" he said and I quickly undressed hands onto my head. I was so proud when my Master saw my bruised and worn body and my emotions began to take over.
Tears streamed down my face and I began to sob. Sir took me in His arms and led me to our bed and I went over His knee, he gently spanked me and I cum at once.
He gave my bottom full attention then lowered me onto my back and took me.
He said I was a good slave and had been highly praised for my bravery by Master Brian for a first time ever session.
Whilst I laid into his arms he asked me why I had not cum whilst with Master Brian?
"Because Sir, it was not you Sir."
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This Saturday is five years to the day that I first met my Master.
It is well documented how we met and how I fell in love with Him.
How I knew that from that first minute we met that I belonged to Him.
My parents readily accepted Sir, Steve, as the natural progression from their safe but strict upbringing of me.
It was not really a HoH home so I suppose it was a DD home, the difference being when I became a young woman at eighteen I was spanked by both mum and Daddy, usually mum during the day and Daddy in the evenings, both if I deserved it by disobeying or if Daddy thought I needed it to keep me in line. Even though I was an adult I had to live by their rules while still living in their home.
Daddy put plenty of questions to Steve in the early days and once when mum was ill and Daddy was working Sir let me stay over for a few days.
The morning I was due to leave I woke Sir on the exact second in my usual way, a gentle rub of His cock into a loving wank and caressing His balls.
As I went down to drink Him he lifted me onto his cock and I was allowed to ride Him.
He squeezed my nipples and tits so hard I began to weep, but Sir knew they were not tears of pain, but joy.
Later as I got His shower ready I saw my pillows in the middle of the bed and his thickest belt over the top.
I showered and dried Him and as he shaved I lay over the pillows, just waiting for My Master to whip me, I did not have to wait long.
Sir gave me a really good leathering then turned me over so my pussy was sky high, I envisaged a severe pussy whipping too, but no, Sir mounted me as if he was getting on a horse, and fucked me hard and long.
At breakfast He told me to be a really good girl and reminded me I was under my Daddy`s roof for a few days and nights.
Sir took me out of his way to my parents and popped in with a bottle of Port for Daddy and a huge bunch of flowers for mum.
As he was leaving he said to Daddy how he was entrusting me back over to him as Daddy had done to him when I left home.
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That evening after I had done all my chores Daddy got out of his armchair and moved to a dinning chair, just as he did all those years ago when I was to be spanked.
"Am I going to be spanked Daddy?"
"Yes you are sweet pea."
Before Daddy could get another word out I was naked and over His knee.
Daddy saw my welted bottom and said it was just as he had expected and began to spank.
I was in floods of tears before the first spank landed.
Daddy spanked me good and hard then cuddled me for ages.
How do I or could I explain that I saw my Daddy in Sir?
To people not of this lifestyle it may sound somewhat incestuous to say I wanted and needed a father figure who would keep me on the straight and narrow as a disciplinarian father would yet be my loving soul mate as a lover would be.
Even though it has been me it happened to, for almost five years, I still cannot fully explain my thoughts.
The morning Steve was to pick me up Daddy came into my room.
