I find myself in a car blindfolded. I wasn't tied or cuffed as my Master knew i wouldn't remove my blindfold. I rode along a smooth road, easy riding sitting beside my Master. "How long Master?"
"You were awake the entire flight, nap now mine." I snuggled down, resting my head in his lap. I drifted off to sleep.. I don't know how long I slept but my Master woke me gently. "Mine? Wake up sweet girl."
"Mmm," not wishing to stir from my dreams.
But the door opened and the cool air whispered over me, waking me. The blindfold removed, I sat up and then slid out of the chauffeured car, as the chauffeur collected the luggage. "Oh my god," I squealed looking up at the large English castle. "How, what, how long, oh my god, oh my god."
"Breathe girl," he chuckled as I used the same phrase I use in bed. "I discovered you can rent suites or bedrooms in some of these old castles." The main staff came out to meet them. We were greeted by the butler, head cook, and host. The host had my Master sign the register and gave him the key to the suite.
Two bellboys carried the luggage up the large staircase. My Master and I followed. He held my hand, having by now gained personal knowledge of my tiny feet and extremely large breasts balancing problem. He didn't want me tumbling down the staircase. We reached our suite, and escorted in. The busboys found small sofas on which to set the luggage. Master looked around, as did I. "It's beautiful."
"What on earth did you pack woman?"
I giggled and slipped into his arms. "Shoes."
Chuckling he relied "Well that does explain it." He kissed the top of my head.
Leaving me to unpack, he left to explore the castle and grounds. I unpack and put everything in its place. My Master returns to find me soaking in the tub. My Master undresses and sinks into the tub. Sitting with entwined legs, facing each other, we bathe each other. My Master slowly washes and rinses my breasts, pinching my nipples. I wash his arms and chest.
We wash each other's legs during which my Master reaches down to the lavender shaded petals laying open the entrance to the deliciously flavored pussy which belonged only to him. I squeaked and shuttered. My Master feels His clit swell to his touch. "Mine, I actually believe your little love button jumps to my fingertips."
Moaning softly, I reply "Master, my entire body jumps to your fingertips."
"I've seen your nipples and clit swell to the touch of many I've allowed that close. But I believe there may be a distinction. Perhaps I should think on that." The entire time his thumb has been torturing my clit. I'm barely able to stay in place. His fingers slip into HIS pussy. "Even in the tub I can feel the slick stickiness of your juices. You are soaked mine. I can feel it in the tub water too."
My Master thrusts his fingers inside his pussy, causing me to moan and slide in the tub. Lifting his pussy closer to his fingers, he takes pleasure in driving me to the point of orgasm over and over until I squeal begging for his cock. "You haven't washed my dick, girl."
"Its difficult Master."
"Oh? Why's that, mine?" he asks as two fingers shove in hard and wiggle around.
After cuming three times, I beg "Master, please, I need...," my voice drops off.
"Need what mine?" He knows he won't torture me too much or too long as I'm a good girl.
"Master please claim me as yours again, only yours." He smiles at me and together we leave the tub. My Master walks me on trembling legs to the four poster bed. I slip under the covers as my Master pulls back the coverlet.
He slides in behind me while settling me down. My Master crawls under the coverlet, licking down my leg. Then pushing the coverlet to the end of the bed and my legs up and apart, he dives in to attack HIS clit and lick HIS pussy. I squeal when he bites his clit gently, causing me to cum. He laps up my sweet juices.
Drinking all I give him, I raise my hips, squealing loudly, "oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god."
Before my squeal even fades in the air, he slams his rock hard cock between the lavender lips and fully into His pussy, balls deep. I yelp again and reach for him. He loved looking at my face when claiming his girl, my brown eyes so full of love. I could never hide my love for him, nor my desire for him. But he loves watching me blush when he talks sex to me. Seeing my face change and light up as I lost myself in the feelings he gave me. I'd blush and try to hide my face in my hair, but he never let me, though I always tried.
Putting my legs over his shoulders, he pounded that pussy of his. His cock buried deep inside, surrounded by warm and covered in her sticky juices. His cock beat her. It jackhammered into HIS pussy. I dug my nails into his shoulders. He reveled in the pain. To make me this wild was something he took great pleasure in. He lost track of my orgasms but he clearly remembers how hard his cock got, how much it swelled and the explosion of his own cum deep inside his own girl. He loved kissing me and holding me after when I was so soft and mewing. He napped holding me until time to dress for dinner.
We woke in time for dinner which was in the castle dining room. My Master and I dress for dinner. He looked so handsome. He chose a blue dress for me. It doesn't take me long to dress. Master forbids undies. My Master zips up the dress and then reaches in the front to position my large breasts. He pinches my nipples and my breasts strain against the dress, my now hard nipples pushing out. Thigh high stockings up, heels on, he reaches up to pinch my clit. I squirm and squeak. "Very good mine, you're now ready for dinner."
He takes by hand and walks me down the stairs to the dining room. We have finger bowls, soup and salad. We eat new potatoes, rib roast with garlic and red velvet cake for dessert. While we eat, my Master reaches to play with his clit. He made sure his chair was close to mine. I put my left leg over his right opening myself wider. He smiles as I struggle not to squeak. He takes pleasure in my struggling.
But he breaks when I squeeze his arm before I crack, and lets my clit calm down. He knows I am about to lose it when I squeeze his arm. He returns to insert two fingers into His pussy. I almost bite through my fork. He pats His pussy, which tells he is pleased with me tonight. It also means 'this is mine'. I smile at him, happy I'm in his steel. Happy it's his pussy, especially since his clit 'wakes up' when I hear his voice.
After dinner we go to take a walk in the garden. My Master realizes the ground is soft. "Take off your heels and stockings."
"Yes Master" I sit on an iron bench and remove my shoes. I roll down my stockings. He reaches for them and I give them to him. My Master puts them in his coat pocket.
He takes my hand and in the other I carry my shoes. The sun has set but as the night comes up on one side, the pinks are going down on the other. We walk amid the petals closing up for their nightly rest. He turned me into him and reached down under my hem. "Are my petals closing?"
