Master owned a large house, much of it lined with & paneled in dark maple. For example, the living room, with its creamy white walls and curtained windows, contained dark maple windows & two archways, both of which featured two massive maple columns. Master had fitted each set of columns with two pair of relatively unobtrusive eyebolts, one at the top, one at the bottom. The room was furnished with very comfortable leather furniture because, as He had explained to more than one Dom who had visited, leather is much easier for her to lick clean.
her.... her name was jennifer, jen for short. she had belonged to Him for five years...three of those years before they had even met besides on the internet and in MUD's. For the past two years, she had been an infrequent visitor to His house, only on the weekends when she could be free from work & family commitments. jen was some 25 years younger than her Master. she called Him "Daddy" much of the time.
But not tonight. In the darkened living room, the curtains are tightly drawn and candles are glowing in the dead of night. One of the entryways is open for access. But, the other is blocked ... blocked by jen who is suspended by her wrists from the top eyebolts. Her ankles are also bound and spread apart, attached to small eyebolts set into the base of the columns. she is gagged but not blindfolded, for she is meant to see everything that happens in that room on this evening. Anyone entering could admire her heavy breasts, nipples pierced and joined by a heavy-looking gold chain, her shaved pussy, her pierced clit, her round full ass, her short brown hair that was so perfect for grabbing hold of, her deep brown eyes wide open and looking at everything.
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The morning had started strangely for jen. Master knew she wasn't working this weekend and that her husband was off camping with his drunken buddies. So, at 7:30, He left her a voice message, "Victoria Mall 9:00 AM. Dress in moderate slut...skirt, blouse, bra optional, no panties, sandals. We're shopping today, My pretty darling."
jen got the message at 8:30 when she finally crawled from bed. She had heard the phone ring, but didn't bother getting up. And when she woke & heard HIS voice, she almost died. She rushed through breakfast & got dressed as quickly as she could, trying to remember exactly what He'd said. she sped all the way to the Mall, a ten-minute drive in seven minutes! she had tried to dress as Daddy said, but she'd not quite got it right. she knew she'd missed something, but she wasn't quite sure....
she didn't find Him until 9:10, sitting sipping an iced coffee at Billigan's Coffee Cafe. He looked at her and said, very calmly, "you're late. That's 5 tonight"
jen knew he meant strokes with the flogger. she cringed inwardly and gasped out, "But, Daddy, you called so late...." she looked Him in the eyes, but there was no softness there. His voice only dropped lower and became more intense.
"Sweet darling, do not whine at Me. you know how much I hate whining little girls." He took out a notebook from the pocket of his black t-shirt and scribbled in it. jen knew that her total had just gone up. Twice she'd been bad already. "Now, sit and spread your legs, sweet one. Daddy wants to check something."
As she sat, jen became filled with horror. Had He ordered her to not wear panties? she tried to recall the phone message, but her mind wouldn't bring it back to her. she had slipped on her silk leopard skin panties under her too short flared skirt. "He loves those panties, maybe He'll let it go...." she thought, praying to the goddess that her Master was in a forgiving mood. But, of course, she wasn't in luck.
"Take those off...now!" He commanded her in the same low, seemingly imperturbable voice. Despite the gentle whisper, jen knew how serious He was and how pissed off. She had heard Him give a command in that tone just once before. And afterwards, she hadn't been able to sit for three days until the bruises and swelling from the cane went down. She moved to quietly slip off the panties, slipping a hand under her skirt. "No, stand and do it, babyslut."
jen shook her head, feeling her face turn beet red. His hand touched hers and began to squeeze. She looked in His eyes and realized that if she didn't do as Master commanded, it would be a short trip and a long beating. jen rose and quickly lifted her skirt to slide her panties off, glancing around as she did.. she guessed that no one had seen her. She thanked her lucky stars and sat again. jen saw the notebook again, saw Him scribble a number in it. she imagined it must be at least 10 more. That would make 20 and they hadn't even started out yet.
Master finished His coffee as jen sat quietly, hands folded in front of her on the table. The serving girl came and gave Him the check. He paid and He and jen made ready to leave. Then she noticed that there was a card on the table. She picked it up and read, "I saw her take them off. I think you're a Dom. Could you please show me how it works? Carol, 555-xxxx." Jen was furious and humiliated. Who did this bitch think she was, trying to hit on HER Master? She wanted to go back and rip her tits off her, but instead, she felt Master's gaze on her face.
"Give Me that, please, sweet one." She consider saying no, but didn't want to risk more anger. She handed it to Him. He read it, looked at Carol, a slim, small breasted redhead, and smiled. Then He turned to jen and said, "not My type, huh?" He ushered her from the coffee shop. "Keep this for Me." He slipped into the pocket of her skirt.
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Her Master has been slowly flogging her for an hour, working her up through a series of floggers... First, He has been warming her ass and back and belly and thighs and breasts, watching the pink suffuse her skin, listening to her whimpers. she knows that more will come & that she must hold her responses & time them with Him. Next, He has intensified the flogging, deeper, harder, with heavier and more intense floggers, finally ending with one that has knotted ends that will leave definite bruises. He listens to her pleas for mercy, but is unmoved
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The first stop on the trip was The Angel's Devil, a leather goods shop. Master look at the wonderful collection of motorcycle jackets. Jen thrilled just at the smell of fresh leathers. That odor reminded her of being bound before Him the first time, just about two years ago, when they met at the local BDSM club's play night. He had dressed in His leathers --- jacket, pants, boots, gloves. And when He touched her, stroking her face for the first time, her legs had gone watery and her honey had flowed. Before that night was over, she had felt the sharp sting of leather riding gloves on her ass, smelled the mixture of male arousal and leather as she sucked His cock in front of a crowd, and she had been gloriously fucked by her Master, HERS, in her cunt and ass, while He was still in His leather riding pants. Since then, the mere odor of well-oiled leathers or the creaking of flexing leather could set her off, have her clawing at her clit and pussy in moments (if only in her mind's eye). But today, it was His turn to shop and hers to follow.
Here, in this heaven of leather...jackets, hats, pants, shorts, wallets, even saddles... jen was tormented with lust. Her pantiless sex overflowed and her honey spilled down her thighs. Her nipples were extended and full, pushing at the thin cotton fabric of her white blouse. She was flushed and hot, even in the air conditioning of the store. She watched Him trying on a new jacket and a new pair of high cuffed riding gauntlets. The sales girl was fawning over Him, patting His chest "to be sure the lines are right". He was flirting back with her, making little jokes about how leather feels on His skin, how it smells like sex to Him. The girl was giggling and almost rubbing against Him like a cat in heat. jen was so angry at this slut and at her Master. They might as well just fuck right there! He must have sensed how she felt. He turned and motioned for her to come to Him. He looked at her and then at the girl who was attending Him. "Get her a skirt...short, very short, to try on."
jen thrilled. she looked up at Him and said, "for me, Master?" she could sense that He had something up His sleeve, another test of her obedience.
"Yes, pet, for you to wear the rest of today." The girl returned with a sluttishly short leather skirt. "Take her into the changing room and help her get it on, please. Then bring her back out to show Me." jen swallowed hard...go in there with this girl who was so obviously flirting with Him? She'd claw the bitch's eyes out first. she turned to Him and almost whined, but stopped herself and turned back toward the dressing room door. she went into the room with the shop girl.
Master stayed ourtside, right at the door. He heard the shop girl "oooo" at the sight of jen's naked cunt and the ring through her clit. He heard jen's sharp intake and knew that the girl had brushed her clit while helping jen get the tight high skirt on. He then heard jen's protest, "no, not there, please don't touch my ass." The girl explained patiently that jen's skirt had to fit just right. He knew jen's anger & lust right now, but He also knew that this would teach jen a new lesson.
When they came out, jen was blushing hotly. He looked at the girl and asked if the skirt fit jen well. The girl grinned and lifted the hem to show Him her ass and pussy that were barely covered by it. The girl said, "It fits fine, but she needs to learn a little more self-control." Master nodded. Out came the book again. jen inwardly moaned. Master searched the pockets of her other skirt and found the card. He slipped into the rear pocket of the leather mini.
Master asked to see the floggers next. When He picked out one that had knots at the tips, jen was both pleased and frightened. "Master, what will those feel like?" she asked meekly. Master replied that there was only one way to find out. He sharply ordered her to bend over the counter and spread her legs apart. The shop girl grasped jen's wrists and held her tightly as the flogger snapped and a river of pain ran up her spine and back to her cunt.
