Sascha sat at the bar, sipping on her second vodka and tonic as she stared intently at the clock by the door. It was 10:15. Was he ever going to come? She self-consciously uncrossed and re-crossed her long coltish legs, then pulled her black dress lower over her thighs. She was dressed just as he'd ordered: a black cocktail dress which fell just below her curvaceous ass, no panties leaving her shaved pussy bare, and no bra. Her hard nipples poked through the satin material of her dress. Her long auburn hair fell in waves around her face.
Sascha was stunning. She was 21 years old, just finishing her bachelors degree. Intelligent, sweet, and beautiful, she got plenty of attention from men. However, the dates with those sweet handsome men always ended with mundane sex, never leaving her satisfied. She longed to be used, punished, and humiliated. Despite her innocent exterior, she wanted to be treated like the slut she was.
Sascha had met Luke in a chat room. He sent her pictures of a tall, sophisticated man in his early thirties. His eyes were frank and searching, even in the poor quality digital pictures. He'd ordered her to do all sorts of depraved things, and she'd always complied. He'd have her masturbate in public washrooms, and sleep in soiled panties. However, there was only so much he'd have her do given the limitations of their situations. They both lived in Boston, so it seemed logical that they should meet. Sascha had begged and begged, promising him that she;d accept any amount of pain and humiliation for her Master. However, he was a young lawyer, constantly travelling between his firm's offices in Boston, New York, and Washington. Luke had finally given her an "appointment", and he was now 45 minutes late.
Tears of frustration welled in Sascha's eyes. Had he walked in and not found her attractive enough? Had he decided that she was too much of a slut for him? Or had he not found her obedient enough with her constant pleas for a date?
Just as she was about to give up, a breeze struck her body as the door opened. Sascha's eyes met his, and her heart stopped dead for a second. He was much more handsome than in his pictures. His broad shoulders and narrow hips were encased in a perfectly tailored navy blue suit. He was very tall, probably 6'4, and had a natural tan on his face. His brooding hazel eyes met her wide eyed blue gaze. And he smiled.
"Sorry I''m late, my dear," he said in a smooth voice, then turning to the bartender and ordering a single malt whiskey.
They made small talk for about twenty minutes, as he ran his fingers tenderly up and down her smooth legs. As she began to tell him about her parents, his hand slid up under her dress and touched her bare cunt. She snapped her legs shut, afraid that someone should see.
"Not as obedient as you promised, are you Sascha?"
"I'm sorry Luke," she said, and opened her legs slightly to allow his hand access.
"It is a privilege to call me by my given name, Sascha. Sometimes I will allow you to do so. But for now you will call me Sir, or Master. Understood?" he asked, as a long finger slid into her wet cunt.
"Yes... yes Sir."
"Good girl. Now open her legs wider."
She nudged her knees slightly wider. "More.... come on, wider," he stared into her eyes, a promise of what was to come penetrating into her.
She opened her legs wider, until she was sure that anyone who walked into the door would see her smooth pussy and his fingers inside it.
He took her clit between his fingers, and without warning, twisted it Sascha gasped in surprise. "You are going to be good, right pet?"
"Yes Sir!" she managed, bolts of fire running through her.
He examined her eyes for a moment, assessing her, then let go. He held her fingers out to her, and she sucked them clean.
"Ok, let's go."
Sascha followed him to his sports car. He opened the door for her, gave her his hand to assist her in sitting down in the low seats, then he went to the drivers side and sped away.
"Strip, Sascha."
Sascha swallowed her apprehension, then struggled with the zipper at her back.
Luke chuckled. "Lean forward, pet." His hand ran up her back, gently pushed aside her long fiery hair, then unzipped her dress. Sascha shimmied out of her dress, revealing her generous breasts, narrow waist, and gently curving hips. Luke examined her as they stopped at a red light on an empty street. "Beautiful," he murmured. He gently played with her tight pink nipples, stroking and pulling on the sensitive flesh. Two young Harvard students walked hand in hand down the street. The boy ogled Sascha openly as the girl shot her a look of disgust. Humiliation and pride rushed through her. She was naked in a car and her fellow clansmen could see her. But she was acting as her Master's slut, and just the thought sent waves of excitement to her already soaking pussy.
Luke laughed, then turned and winked at her. They finally arrived at a beautiful street with large townhouses made of old brick and stone. He pulled his car into the driveway of an elegant brownstone, then instructed her to walk naked into his house. She swallowed, then began to rush towards the door. He shook his head to himself, a smile playing on his lips as he admired her curvaceous ass.
He let her into the hall, and instructed her to kneel before him. He nudged her knees apart with his shoe, then nodded and walked away. He went to his study, and got a riding crop, a cane, a paddle, and a thick butt plug.
"Follow me," he said, walking towards the living room. She made to stand, and he frowned at her. "Crawl."
Sasha crawled behind him, her round bottom in the air and her lush breasts swaying as she did so. Luke stopped her in the middle of the room, then gently pushed her head to the ground. He went behind her and began to play with her wet cunt, pushing the juices towards her asshole. He stuck one finger in her tight hole, then another, then pushed a third in. He removed his fingers, then stuck a plug in her ass, causing her to moan from the invasion.
Without warning, he brought the crop down on her ass. Sascha gasped in surprise. He brought the crop down mercilessly for about five minutes, then stopped to admire his handiwork.
"Now, I am going to give you a choice, my little pet. You are going to be beaten further, because that is what you want, is it not?"
"Yes Master," she said, her voice thick from tears.
"You will either receive 50 strokes from my belt, 30 from the paddle, or 20 from the cane. I must warn you, that while you will receive fewer strokes from the cane and paddle, they are both very painful."
Sascha thought for a moment. "I will take 30 from the paddle."
"Ok, stand up and bend over the back of the couch," Luke ordered.
Sascha positioned herself as he had instructed. "Spread those legs wider, Sascha."She spread her feet until they were shoulder distance apart.
"Now, you will count each stroke, then you will say, Thank you Master, may I have another? If you lose count, I will start again. Understood?"
"Yes Master"
The first stroke took her by surprise, the sheer force of the blow spreading heat through her entire bottom.
"One. Thank You Master, may I have another?"
The next few blows set her ass on fire. Tears began to flow freely, and by the time she got to 15, her Master was concentrating her beating on the sensitive tops of her thighs. Each stroke seemed to push the butt plug further inside of her, adding another dimension of pain and sexual excitement.
"Sixteen, Please Master, may I have another?"
By the time he finished,she was crying freely. Through the pain, she felt waves of excitement. Juices of anticipation ran down her leg.
"Thirty. Thank You Master."
"I'm very proud of you Sascha. Follow me, at a crawl."
Luke led her to the staircase, and she followed him up to an elegant bedroom. Luke helped her onto the bed, then began to massage a salve into her tortured bottom, before removing the butt plug he'd inserted earlier.
Then he lay back, contentedly meeting her eyes. "Come worship your Master's cock, pet."
Sascha grinned at him, her pussy gushing in excitement. She unzipped his pants and freed a large, beautiful cock. It was long, thick, and hard. Sascha wet her lips, and began to lick up and down the shaft, first teasing him with soft kisses. Then she opened her lips, accepting the beautiful shaft into her mouth. Luke grabbed her hair in his hands, forcing her to impale her mouth over his huge member. He held her there for a moment, as she struggled to breath and her throat contracted at the head of his penis, then allowed her to come back up.
He pushed her off of his penis, then removed his clothes, revealing strong, corded muscles. Sascha watched, admiring his maleness, his strength.
"Turn around, and bend over the bed." She complied quickly, anxious to feel his hard cock inside of her pussy. He pushed into her pussy without warning, then pumped himself in and out a few times, as he worked two fingers into her asshole. He withdrew, causing her to moan in frustration.
"Please Master, please I need you inside of me."
"You will have me inside of you, I'm going to take your ass."
With that, he spat on her little brown hole, and pushed his cock in, already lubbed with her pussy juices. She moaned, in pain and in pleasure, savouring the sweet invasion. Again and again, he pushed his member further into her tight, dark tunnel.
"Oh yes Master, yes! Oh Master, may I play with my clit?"
"Yes, pet. Oh, you have such a tight ass! Do you like this, my little slut?"
