Chapter 1: Transgression
Slap!
I woke up that morning to a swat on my ass. Mornings have never been my best time, so my eyes stayed closed a moment as Master leaned over and caressed the sting away with his fingers. I smiled, my eyes still closed, and purred lightly in the back of my throat as I unwittingly arched my ass into the air against his hand.
"Little one, are you ready for your day?" he asked. I groggily nodded, with a sleepy smile on my face, having no idea what he was talking about. Waking in his arms, feeling his strong body against me, with his gentle caresses easing me from my dreams to this waking dream – this has never been a pleasure I would hasten.
He leaned forward, exhaling his warm breath against my neck. His tongue touched me softly, making a slow line up to my ear. Master's lips closed over my earlobe and I whimpered lightly in the back of my throat. His hand tightened in my hair, twisting it around his fist as he jerked his fist back forcefully. His teeth grasped my earlobe firmly, leaving a mark of his possession. Then he licked lightly against my flesh, sending chills coursing through me.
"I've made the appointment for 9:00, so you had better get moving. I'll lay out your outfit for you while you shower." And with a strong push against my lower back, he rolled me out of bed to sprawl on the floor, spread open before him.
"Master?" I looked up at him dazedly from my prone position.
"Trying to tempt me, slut?" he laughed at me. "You know better than that. Now MOVE!"
My mind flashed as I stumbled to my feet. The talk we had the night before came back to me – how you sat me down on my knees at your feet, your riding crop forcing my face up to meet your eyes; how you're pleased with my progress, pleased with the slut you have trained for your pleasure; how you have chosen a special outfit, something befitting my place in your life; how I'm supposed to be at the store for the fitting, and come home wearing it for you to receive my reward.
I turned on the water, and stepped underneath. The hot water pounded my flesh as I soaped my heavy breasts, lifting them in my hands. I performed my morning routine, reveling in the feel of my own hands against my slick flesh – the flesh that Master had beaten and molded, given endless pleasure to, and taken pleasure from time and again. I rubbed my soapy hands over my pussy, feeling the thin, wispy hairs that frame my hole as I lathered them up. Then I slid a soapy finger between my ass cheeks, knowing that I needed to clean myself there as well, as instructed, to be prepared for Master's whim. I am so grateful that he has taken my burden from me - the burden of my sensuality that I could never control. As the water rinsed the shampoo from my long hair, I remembered the time before he claimed me, when my pussy controlled my every thought and action. As I turned off the water, I smiled, completely content at the life with which he has gifted me.
I rubbed lotion up my legs and over my body. My skin glistened slightly in the light. I sprayed perfume lightly on my wrists, neck, and breasts. Pausing for a moment to consider, I added just a bit over my pussy, and finished the rest of my ablutions over the sink.
My hair dripping wet, I walked out of the bathroom to find Master sitting on the bed waiting for me. Beside him, laid out neatly, was my outfit for the day. I started to pick up the t-shirt, and he laid a hand on my arm.
"Hold just one moment, little one. I want you to lie down on the bed, and spread my cunt open for me."
I nodded, eyes lowered shyly, and complied immediately. My hands held my labia open, exposing me to his gaze and ministrations. Immediately, my pussy started to moisten, knowing that Master scrutinized my every move.
"There's a good slut. Look how wet you get for me. Do you feel your juices running?"
"Yes, Master." I blushed.
"Now lie still for a moment, and close your eyes."
Eyes tightly shut, I felt his fingers moving over my labia, coating them with something. He moved up, rubbed my clit firmly, and then his hands departed. Already my cunt was burning, tingling, begging for relief. I felt him stand up as his weight shifted from the bed, and whimpered my frustration.
"OK, open up now."
I blinked, adjusting my eyes to the light, to see Master standing beside me, holding a tube of lotion. As my eyes came into focus, I gasped. It's the stimulating lotion that he uses to torment me. It has always left my pussy constantly wanting, needing satisfaction, and knowing that I wore it, under my Master's mercy, had my mind spinning. Instantly, my cunt flooded with my juices. I started to move my thighs together, hips arching in the air as my pussy grasped at nothing, but Master's hand stopped me and denied me that small relief.
"No, no, little slut. You know better than that. Now, get your clothes on, and I'll drive you over."
"I'm sorry Master, it just feels so good," I moaned breathlessly. My nipples begged for his touch, but he shook his head, smiled down at me, and walked to the bathroom.
I heard the shower turn on, and sat up to get dressed. I drew the red t-shirt up over my head, and struggled to pull it down over my breasts. It was tight enough that my nipple ring, and hard nipples, poked against the fabric. Feeling the cotton rub against them as I stood brought a moan to my lips. I swayed with my desire, and steadied myself with a hand on the bed. I reached for my jeans, and lying atop them was my small anal plug. Moaning low in the back of my throat, I bent forward, and with one hand, slid it into my tight anus. My leaking pussy coated me down to my asshole with its spendings, and eased the inward thrust. I exhaled slowly as I stood up, gathered my jeans, and pulled them over my smooth legs. They were tight, and stretched over my thighs to pull the fabric over my ass. The seam in the crotch rubbed against my clit roughly, only enhancing my torment. The only item left for me was a pair of sandals, black leather, with straps winding around my ankles. The toe ring, my gift from you, for you, was the only adornment allowed.
I sat quietly on my low wooden stool in the corner of the room to wait for my Master's return. The water turned off, and a few moments later, he strode out, wearing only a towel. I watched while he opened his wardrobe and considered. My hopes that he would pay any attention to me were in vain though, as he turned away from me. My pussy literally burned, stings shooting through it, and I could felt my moisture dampening the denim covering. Buttoning his shirt, fastening his neatly pressed khakis, he calmly brushed his short dark hair. Then Master turned to me, finally, and gestured to me to come to him. I rose, taking his hand as he led me outside to the waiting car.
Master opened the door, and firmly placed me in the passenger seat. Gently, he fastened the seat belt to keep his possession safe. I smiled up at him, secure in his care. When he finally started the car, the vibrations from the engine soaked up through the seat into my needing cunt. Combined with the ointment coating my labia and clit, this drove me into a frenzy. I glanced at Master with desperate eyes and struggled to keep still as he looked at me knowingly. The drive passed in a daze as my mind was consumed with my need for ecstasy.
When the car came to a stop, it took me a moment to come back to reality. As the haze cleared from my mind, I saw that we were in an industrial warehouse area, with non-descript gray buildings everywhere. I turned to my Master with a question in my eyes, but knew better than to speak.
"Ok, little one. Here we are." He turned the keys in the ignition, and let me out of the car.
"Thank you, Master," I said instinctively.
He smiled at my manners, and led me to the door. Before leaving me, I received my last instructions.
"Now, these people are friends of mine, so you are to be on your best behavior. I'll hear about it if you disappoint me, and neither of us wants that. They'll call you a cab to come home. Have a good time, but behave yourself, my slut."
"Of course, Master," I whispered softly. Leaning forward, I received his soft good-bye kiss on my forehead, and turned finally towards the door. My Master spanked my ass, propelling me forward, and I turned back to him, a slight look of consternation on my face. His rich laugh followed me as I made my way up the walk.
I reached the door, and with one last glance back at the departing car, rang the bell. A deep gong sounded, and I stood there for a moment, shifting nervously on my feet. Finally, a long-fingered hand with sharp red lacquered nails pulled open the door. Standing before me was a woman who was everything that I am not. She appeared slightly older than me, perhaps in her mid-30's, but her pale, unlined skin made it hard to tell. It was only the experience in her eyes that lent any clue. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly from her head in a well groomed braid, and her red, slightly cruel, lips matched her nails perfectly. Her hard body was made to wear the tight black outfit adorning her curves, which revealed no skin, but still left little to the imagination. Her dark eyes swept over my frame, full of possibilities, making me feel exposed, like I was a book she had read time and again, and knew exactly how to handle.
Suddenly, her mouth widened in a welcoming smile, and I questioned the intent I thought I had spied in her eyes. She held her hand out towards me, grasping my own smaller hand firmly within her own.
"You must be Mairin. I've been waiting for you. Come on back, dear."
"Thank you, Ma'am," I softly replied as I followed her down the long hallway towards the room at the end. Looking at the walls, I noticed there were no decorations, no doorways, only a lone security camera pointing down the hall towards the entrance. When we finally reached the room at the end, she gestured at me to enter, and held the door open for me.
"Now, I've everything ready, per the specifications we were given. Your provider was very thorough with his instructions and his measurements. Go ahead and take your shirt off and let's get started," she told me as she shut and locked the door behind her.
I glanced around the mirrored room, immediately realizing that there would be no privacy. The cool air blowing from the vents made my nipples pucker hard against the t-shirt, and the woman's unforgiving eyes would surely notice. I could smell my own arousal from between my legs, and prayed she would not notice.
Taking a deep breath, I raised the shirt up over my head. My nipples caught on the hem, making me gasp as my heavy breasts finally sprung free. I could feel the air move as this powerful woman circled me. She ended behind me, and her cool hands hefted the weight of my breasts in her hand. If possible, my nipples instantly became harder and I swallowed the moan that rose in my throat.
"Your provider is very lucky to have these to play with. Let's see if we can display them properly for him."
Suddenly her hands left my body, leaving me aching. She slowly walked to the corner of the room to retrieve the corset that was waiting in the corner. I watched her in the mirror, not moving, but feeling like prey nonetheless, as she came from behind me and wrapped my body in the tight black binding. She lowered it gently over my arms. I was unable to stifle a moan as her fingers accidentally caressed my nipples. She laughed softly from behind me, her mouth near my ear.
All business again, she jerked hard on the stays, causing me to gasp. Breathing became difficult as my waist was sucked in by inches. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was stunned to see my breasts bulging at the top, supported by a suddenly thin, compressed frame. Every breath I took caused my breasts to shiver. My tingling pussy and hard clit felt trapped within the confines of the denim, and I couldn't help but roll my hips back and forth, stimulating myself even further against the rough seam. As I watched myself in the mirror, I was struck by how brazen and needy my eyes were. My pussy was swelling so much that the denim was pulled tight between my labia, and tell-tale marks of wetness were starting to appear.
"Shhh... be still so I can finish this, alright?" she whispered in my ear.
