She has been yearning to see him again. After her first visit she's thought of little else. She was both repulsed and attracted by him...and the attraction has now won out. She is feeling a longing in her gut for his attentions. She wants nothing more than to give herself over to him.
She is back for another night of his special brand of debauchery. As instructed, she's attired in red nylons, garter belt and heels...the "uniform of the day". She knows that anything she wears over that will be removed upon her arrival. Her hair is nicely done, as usual, and her lips glisten with a red gloss.
She rings the bell. No one answers so she rings again. The door buzzes; she opens it and enters. No one greets her, but there is a small sign that says, "Remove your outer clothing and proceed to the basement". She lays her clothes over the back of the couch and descends the stairs. It is dimly lit but she can see well enough to make her way. She finds herself in a nearly empty room. There is an overhead light and a large full-length mirror on one wall. She thinks to herself that this must be the room she was in the last time...when she was so disoriented. She notices that it's carpeted though, which she doesn't recall, and there's a wooden chair in the middle. She can't make out what's on or near the un-mirrored walls...they are in shadow.
She's not sure whether to sit down on the chair or continue to stand. She decides to stand. She thinks about touching herself but manages to resist. She's regarding her image in the mirror, checking to see if her hair is in place and her nylons are straight, when a door in the shadows opens and he enters. He's wearing a black leather vest, chaps and boots. His genitalia and his ass are fully exposed. He's holding a leather flogger. He doesn't speak a word as he flicks the flogger to "crack" the strands like a whip. She finds that unsettling. She is afraid to look at him.
He walks around her taking in the view. She keeps her eyes to the floor. She is lovely. He turns her so her back is to the mirror, leans in to take in her fragrances, then he breaks the silence with, In what manner is this slave going to serve her Master tonight?
She will do whatever her Master commands, sir.
And what does this slave expect in return?, he asks.
Nothing, sir.
Then we shall proceed.
He flicks the flogger across her back...not hard but sufficient to get her attention. Then he trails it along her shoulders and down her arms. Her skin tingles. It arouses her instantly. He gives her back a whack. She shudders. Thank you sir, she blurts. He gives her another. She shudders again and thanks him again. He trails it over her plump ass cheeks, then gives them a whack. Oh, yes, she whispers. He whacks her again, this time harder, it's the first real sting. She gulps, then with much pleasure in her voice, thanks him for it.
He trails back up along her shoulders and down over her breasts and across her nipples. The sensation is very erotic. He quickly whacks her breasts. She expels a puff of air as she shudders her biggest shudder so far! Oh thank you, sir! She swallows hard. That is excruciatingly pleasurable to her. He whacks her breasts again. More shuddering, more thank you sirs. Her nipples feel like they are on fire! He takes one between his thumb and forefinger and gives it a pinch. She expels an involuntary "Oh!" as she shudders, nearly convulses!
Would you like to touch yourself, he asks. Yes please, sir. Perhaps later, he responds. He can tell by her gasps that she might very well cum without touching herself. He backs off to let her cool momentarily.
He directs her to turn around to face the mirror. He takes a seat in the chair behind her. He runs his hand over her hose above the knees, puts his finger over the stocking tops, runs them along inside to sense what her legs must feel when sheathed in nylon as they are. His cock has been getting harder with each of her shudders, but now that he has the aroma of nylon in his nostrils it is fully hard. The precum is issuing from the slit and migrating down the shaft like sap down a tree trunk. The sight of her delectable ass so close to his face is contributing its share to his current state as well. He trails a finger up the back of her thigh until it contacts her very ample overhang, then puts his mouth directly on one of her cheeks, and sucks as much of the succulent flesh into his mouth as he can. He repeats on the other one, then runs his tongue down along the luscious fold of the overhang, lapping and licking. He nearly inhales her ass; it is so irresistible!
He reaches between her legs to run his finger along her pussy lips, tweaks her clit, then pulls back. She sucks in a breath of air! Shudders again! Is visibly shivering in the aftermath. He directs her to kneel before him as he sits with his legs apart, his massive hard-on inches from her face. He tells her she cannot touch his cock, but she may fondle his balls.
They are heavy and the sac hangs low. She cups them up, gets a sense of their mass as the weighty balls roll around. She lifts them to her tongue, wiggles the tip to prod them. She grips around the top of the sac to gently squeeze them down so they're straining to get out, then turns the whole thing up to her mouth to tongue them lasciviously, like a testicular lollipop! Her Master finds the sight of her long tongue and succulent lips to be most appealing! He directs her to tongue the head of his now bulging cock, which she eagerly does. Yes-s-s, he whispers. She strokes his precum coated shaft with her slender hand while gently sucking the head with her beautiful mouth. Her lovely hair hangs forward onto her Master's pelvis as she runs the tip of her tongue into his slit, then licks him all along the shaft.
Her Master marvels at her oral skills. He is quite taken by his new slave and wants to reward her for her extraordinary service. He directs her to sit back; he tells her he has other things in mind that he no longer wants to delay. She is still shaking from the pleasure of his cock in her mouth and the other endearments he has bestowed so far. She has not cum, but she has experienced some sexual delicacies she will not soon forget.
He places a leather collar around her neck, then connects a leather leash to it. He tugs on the leash to pull her in closer to him as he bends down to put his tongue in her mouth. She opens her mouth for him...offers her tongue in return...they writhe together. The taste of her pleases him greatly.
He stands up and directs her to go to all fours as he reacquires his flogger. He whacks her ass with it and pulls the leash to position her at his side like a show dog. Then whacks her ass again to signal that it is time for her to crawl along beside him. He tells her he wants to introduce her to his "little dog", Pedro. Pedro is near the wall...only a shadowy outline is apparent. As she approaches "him" she realizes he is a machine...a fucking machine. There's a motor on one end, some gears and a flywheel connected to a long rod. The motor has a furry tail taped to it, presumably to resemble a dog. On the other end of the rod is a latex phallus, very real and lifelike, with bulging veins and a flared head. It's a replica of her Master's cock. She feels a void in her pussy that she would love to have Pedro fill.
