Her name was Patrice and we had known each other for some years but had never met. We met on a cybergroup of some sort and started an Email correspondence. I am a Master and have had several slaves and she knew it. I knew she was vanilla and fucked around a lot: hookups, threesomes, swinger parties, etc. So we didn't seem to have much in common sexually. Still, we corresponded often, sharing experiences.
She was vanilla but was submissive-curious I think. And I was always up for a good slave-fuck. But distance was a problem. She lived on the west coast and I was states away. So time passed with nothing more the Emails and flirting between us.
Once, when I had an empty stable, I got to thinking about traveling to see her for a weekend. I had some interest in training a new slave and there was one quirky thing about her: in spite of all the fucking she had done, her ass was still virgin. So she was a virgin to submissive sex and a virgin to anal penetration.
So I posed it to her: I'd travel to see her for a weekend and we'd shack up in a hotel. For that weekend, she would be my slave, would have no rights (except to leave), and must obey all of my commands. And, no parts of her body were off limits. After some hesitation, she agreed and I could tell she was excited getting together.
Since I was relatively mature in my Mastery by this time, I had a plan for the weekend and I didn't share it with her. She obviously thought we'd fuck a little and then go sight-seeing because she started suggesting things we could do besides have sex. But that was not my plan.
When I came into the hotel lobby, she was waiting for me with a large suitcase. It was the first time we had seen each other in person and she was heavier than I expected, a real BBW. She looked nervous and insecure and started to utter some sort of apology but I silenced her: "No speaking without permission. And never, ever are you to criticize my property." She looked puzzled at first and then it dawned on her that the property I was referring to was her! She fell silent and her face reddened.
We rode up the elevator with her silent and me giving instructions. "When you enter the room, you will immediately strip and kneel on the floor with your mouth open and your hands behind your head. You will not be allowed to wear clothing while in the room. You may use a pillow under your knees."
"Yes sir, thank you sir." She fell into the role quickly. The elevator arrived on our floor and we proceeded to the room in silence. Once inside, she busied herself with stripping and I started to unpack. I took my time, freshened up from the long plane ride, and when I entered the room, there was this gorgeous BBW naked and kneeling as ordered. My cock immediately stiffened.
I pulled the curtains and only left the light on from the bathroom so the room was mostly dark. I gave her her first order: "Stand and slowly undress me. Hang up my clothes as you remove them. You are not permitted to touch my cock or balls until you earn that privilege."
She began, slowly and meticulously removing my clothing. Shen she pulled down my underwear, my cock sprang to attention and she looked at it lovingly but restrained her urge to touch. "slave, what do you see?"
"Your cock is hard, Master."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you are sexually excited, Master."
"Why is that?"
She paused and looked at me quizzically. I gave her a soft slap to the face.
"Because I have a beautiful, sexy slave woman that is going to serve my every desire this weekend. I have chosen to spend this weekend with you and you are not to question my decisions or you will be punished. Do you understand?"
She looked down with red cheeks. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry Master."
I am a sadist but and she was not a pain slut, but there was no escaping the fact that she was going to endure pain this weekend, perhaps more than ever before in her life. That realization made her nervous.
She had kneeled to remove my underwear and socks and was finished undressing me. I reached down, got a firm grip on her nipples and lifted her quickly and harshly to a standing position. She cried out a little from the unexpected pain.
"I'm going to sit in that chair. Face me, standing,, with your legs spread, your hands behind your head and your mouth open. I'm going to inspect the prize I have for this weekend."
I knew it could be unnerving for a woman to display herself in that manner, especially if they were insecure about their bodies (which is most of them) but it was a form of torture I enjoyed so I took my time.
She was chubby but I like curves and am not picky about body type. As long as the nipples don't hang below the belly button and the belly doesn't hang down and cover up the cunt, I'm OK with large bodies. I do insist that the slave maintains good hygiene.
She had nice full boobs, about a D cup, with somewhat of a sag to them, and heavy. I knew that they would tie up very nicely. She was a virgin to slavery so I didn't bring any needles for the weekend. No blood, no puncturing the skin but she WOULD be leaving with bruises and welts ("trophies" of her service to me). She also had a nice ass and her body was proportioned nicely. She had a pretty face and long brown hair that I knew she was proud of.
"Turn around." She complied. "Bend over and reach around and spread your ass cheeks." She complied. "There are two holes there. Who do they belong to?"
"You Master."
"Have they both been fucked before?"
"No Master."
"Give me details."
"Master, my pussy has been fucked many times but my ass has never been fucked."
"Why is this?"
She paused. "Because I like sex."
"No, why is your ass not been fucked?"
"Because I'm afraid of the pain."
"Come here and kneel before me." She complied. "If you want me to fuck your ass, you must beg for the privilege of having Me deflower it." She trembled a bit and looked down. "Look at me!" She looked up sharply, with tears in her eyes.
