This is a series of stories explaining how I met my Master, what I do to please him, and how he punishes me when I am bad.
One evening my Master called me into his office and said he had good news. "I would like you to go on vacation with me next week. I have already booked plane tickets and a reservation at a hotel in the Caribbean."
I immediately felt a flush of warmth and excitement. I was so proud that he wanted to spend a week with me. I put my arms around my Master and kissed him. "I would love that so much, Master. I'm so excited, and nervous, about what you will do to me in a whole week together."
My Master then started to explain his ground rules. "I know you are often very bad and touch yourself during the week when you are home alone. I realize that is partly because I have not been strict enough, and we haven't had enough time together yet for me to punish you. You are starting to understand that you belong entirely to me, but the full impact of that has not sunk in yet."
"First," my Master explained, "I do not want you to touch yourself this week. By the time we are on vacation, your pussy will be aching for my cock. You will beg me to lick you and make you come."
"Second, you must do exactly as I say the entire vacation. You can't wear panties at any time, except occasionally a bathing suit that I approve for when we are at the beach. You can't cross your legs, you must always be open to me. If I kiss you and touch you, even in public, you can't resist or pull away. When I use your mouth, you must always swallow every drop of my come. When I use your pussy and ass you will relax and let me fuck you as hard as I want for as long as I want. Most importantly, you can never come without my permission."
"There are other things I will do that may hurt you, or embarrass you, but that is because you have been bad and it pleases me to punish you. If you behave, however, I will lick you and make you come, because that pleases me as well. But I will always be in control of whether you are feeling pleasure or pain. And you will always care about my pleasure above your own, and do everything you can to please me."
Just hearing those words, I felt all the blood rush from my head to my pussy. "I understand, Master. Just thinking of pleasing you is making me wet and excited for you."
My Master put his hand up my skirt and felt me. "Good, my pet, you already are starting to want me. I want you to feel like this all week long. But I'm not going to wait for my release." He unbuttoned his pants and pushed me to my knees. I pulled out his cock, which was already rock hard. I put him in my mouth and my Master grabbed my hair and shoved his cock in my throat, faster and rougher than usual. A few quick thrusts and I swallowed all of his come. But I knew I would be sucking him for much, much longer on our vacation.
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The rest of the week was torture because I couldn't touch myself. It was also hard because I was so busy finishing up work before vacation, that I hardly saw my Master at all. I missed him so much and couldn't wait to see him.
Finally, the day came and we flew to our vacation. When I met him at the airpot, my Master made sure I was following his rules. I was wearing a summer dress and no panties, so my Master was pleased. The entire flight sitting next to my Master made me excited. Every time no one was looking, he would slide his hand up my skirt. I was nervous someone would walk by and see, but I was careful to follow the rules and not push my Master away. By the time we arrived at our hotel, my pussy was dripping wet and I would give anything for my Master to lick me.