Fortunes Shared

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."

**********

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.

As soon as I saw him I got up, took off my jimjams and waited for him to sit on my bed, then lay over his knee.

Again Daddy spanked me long and hard with gentle rubs in between and again I cried bucket loads.

After breakfast I went back in to see mum, she was much, much better, it was only a bug going round and you either got the sniffles or got it bad, and mum got the latter.

Mum was just coming out of her shower and I saw fading belt marks on her bottom, she smiled at me.

"Now I also get your share too" and she winked. We both laughed.

"Let mum see Daddy`s work,"

I took off my jimjams again and laid over her knee, I think he missed a little so she too spanked me, not hard and not in anger, but because she loved me.

Even the last few days at my parents and my three spankings, not a sign of a tingle but as soon as Steve picked me up and said I would be spanked before lunch I nearly cum in my pants, who can tell me why?

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Steve and I are true lovers in every sense of the word, the way we touch each other when passing, maybe just fingertips touching.

Or the way we uncannily know each other's thoughts.

Maybe the reading of a situation of which I do not know the end to but Sir does and brings it to a swift conclusion.

I have had correction and reminders, which I crave but never seek however I have never warranted or received a beating from Him.

Sir always knew, when, where and how.

We were returning from a restaurant a couple of years ago and had a lovely evening.

Sir had a new suit on and I had ironed His shirt to perfection, even his dark blue with white spotted tie had been ironed.

I wore a strapless white mini dress in satin, one I had worn previously for a Christmas dinner we had attended for His work. I finished it with white silk low heeled sandals fastened with delicate laces.

We did truly look perfect.

Once outside I expected a cab to be waiting, but no,

"We will walk" I was informed as it was such a warm summer's evening and less than a mile from home.

We walked along the promenade by the beach, our house was a beach fronted one, so it was a straight walk home.

I hooked into my Masters arm and felt the luckiest girl in the world as we strolled along.

We stopped by one of the many wooded walkways on the sand and Sir led me towards the sea and stood by the gentle shoreline, His arms around my shoulders keeping me warm from the night chill.

We then walked along the shoreline, as it was harder sand, just damp, as he had his shoes still on.

I had taken mine off as we got onto the sand and carried them like a film star would on a large production musical, don't ask me why musical.

Sir stopped by the side of a life belt box, which stood about a metre from the floor, inside was a life belt with attached rope.

He opened His jacket and in the moonlight I saw him touch His belt buckle.

My heart skipped a beat as I awaited His instructions.

"Strip"

That was easy I had no underwear on and pulled my mini dress straight over my head and laid it over the box.

My legs could not control themselves as my pussy tingled, my breasts taught with excitement and my nipples like shooting stars.

I could not wait to see Sir release His belt and He did not keep me waiting long.

Through the loops, loop by loop until the end fell towards the sand.

I exhaled, and quickly inhaled as He lifted it and wrapped it loosely around my neck and pulled me over the life belt box.

I laid on my dress; the silk caressed my body and made me feel so sexy as it floated over my naked skin.

Sir walked in front of my head and lifted my chin, He placed a solitary kiss fully on my lips as I melted.

Sir knew my sexual state and knew how to work me.

Again I inhaled as He walked behind me and dragged His belt down my back and over my bottom.

Wwhhoosshh I heard Sir's Clarion call, ccrraacckk as it hit His target.

The fullest part of my bottom felt its full force; as soon as I heard the next Wwhhoosshh I raised to greet the ccrraacckk.

Sir thought I deserved and needed ten such cuts of His belt, He had heard me cum on three and took full advantage of my state as he laid each one on me with such love.

I heard Sir's belt jingle jangle onto the sand and hoped I would soon follow; I was not to be disappointed as I was eased gently into His arms and knelt onto the sand.

I watched his silhouette undress in the moonlight as he then stood before me.

I gorged on His cock and His hands cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples.

He swelled and filled my whole mouth and throat as my hand reached down to my own swollen genitals I looked up at Him and he nodded His approval.

He then lay me down and entered me with the skill and passion of a man deeply in love, in love with his loyal slave, me.

So that was the where, how and when, Sir made His decision to use His property.

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Today is five years exactly since I met Gina. Sweet twenty-three-year-old Gina, the girl who stole My heart as soon as I felt her cane hit me by accident in the adult shop.

I still remember her bending over in the shop as I placed three light strokes on her clothed bottom.

That was the last time I ever had her wearing clothes for a correction.

Well I say the last time; one other occasion comes to mind when I spanked her over her knickers.

I agreed to go Christmas shopping a couple of years ago, not that I was against shopping but was very busy with work.

She was trying lots of clothes on and we waited ages for a changing room, I would have loved to have gone into the changing room and spanked her in front of the changing room girls in one of those cubicles.

In the last shop she had three dresses and began to queue, I took her hand and led her to the back of the shop and told her to try them on there.

This she did without hesitation, and as she was braless, she said so as to not have any lines when she tried of the summer dresses; she gave the waiting husbands and boyfriends a free show.

She wanted to go up two floors in the mall so we got in the lift.

Luckily we were alone and as soon as it started going up I pressed the stop button. The lift stopped gradually between floors, Gina was shocked.

I rested My leg on the side of the lift wall, pulled her over My upturned knee.

I raised her short skirt and pulled her panties into the crack between her bottom cheeks and slapped the tops of her legs and bottom for thirty seconds.

The lift started again and I stood her up.

When we reached our floor, by some coincidence we were on the cloakroom floor.

I led her to the baby changing room and locked the door.

I lent her over the changing mat area, raised her skirt, her panties just where I left them.

I pulled them down to her knees and gave her five with My belt before dropping My trousers and taking her from behind.

She knelt and cleaned me with her mouth, as trained, and we dressed.

On leaving the baby room we got a few glances but nothing compared to the pleasure we both had just given to each other.

Gina is such a willing lover and she pleasures me every morning without question.

She loves to be spanked, adores my belt and relishes the cane.

I have never once punished in anger, and I never would, but then I have never been angry with her.

I have also never punished to hurt, just sting and give a certain discomfort that brings her off.

So, five years of absolute perfection, no arguments no wrong words and my slave as loving now as she was when we first met. I had told her to prepare to be wined and dined this evening as never before.

We went to get changed and made the most wonderful love, my hands rubbing against her tightly toned bottom and rubbing against her still virgin bum hole.

Her response was to push against my hand as I pulled her onto my cock, and fucked her hard and sound. She came several times before we came together and lay in each other's arms.

We bathed in our large roll top bath, just touching lovingly, she went onto all fours and I took her again doggy fashion, her favorite.

We dried and dressed and left for the dinner dance I had booked and ate and danced the night away till the early hours.

A taxi got us home by two-thirty in the morning and we sat and had a coffee. I had one last surprise for Gina and went to the hall to my brief case.

I retrieved a package and gave it to her.

She opened the paper and came to a blue velvet box.

On opening the box her eyes were as big as saucers as she saw her present.

Her collar, our show of respect, trust, obedience and love.