It was early morning on the last day of November and j was hurrying to finish packing. She was giggling at the amount of luggage she would be bringing-- other than what she had on, the rest of the clothes she would pack could fit in her purse but her Master had commanded her to bring all of the toys, and although not very bulky, they did take up space. She paused to check a mental list—had she remembered everything?? OH! She almost forgotten the Sybian! THAT oversight would have earned her more strokes of the cane than she cared to think about! j grabbed the bag of Sybian accessories and another duffle bag. On second thought, she put the duffle bag back and pulled down a small hardcase with wheels. The Sybian was heavy, not to mention bulky and awkward, with oddly-shaped corners. The machine, the padded bench, and the accessory bag could just fit into the rolling case. j stood back to observe the small pile of luggage with satisfaction.
She hurried downstairs to load everything into the car, barely watching where she was going as she practically floated to the driveway. Her head was filled with anticipatory images of herself, the Sybian, and her beloved Master's hands on the controls... she knew that her Master planned to have her ride it to exhaustion, controlling her pleasure and forcing her orgasms until she blacked out. j loved to perform for her Master, to be His toy and respond to His control, to please Him with her obedience and the demonstration of her complete submission to His total ownership of her but she much preferred for her Master to make her cum by using her Himself; her own satisfaction deep-seated in the knowledge that He was taking His pleasure from her, using her as an object for His own sexual release, controlling her directly and completely through His touch and physical possession of her body. Nevertheless she obeyed Him and packed the car as ordered. At last she was ready to leave.
As directed, she was wearing a transparent black bra under a sheer white midi blouse that tied at her waist, a black mini skirt (the slits on both sides gave tantalizing glimpses of the slave marks on her left thigh) and black high-heeled pumps that her Master called "slut shoes" (j preferred to think of them as her CFM shoes, the chick term she and her subby friends used), and of course no panties. In fact, the bra was the only underwear she was allowed to bring with her. Very early in her submission Mr. B had ordered her never again to wear panties in His presence and she knew better than to disobey. Furthermore, He had informed her that she would need no other underclothes once she arrived. She shivered in anticipation (and leaned over to turn on the heat—it hadn't occurred to her how chilly a mini-skirt in November would be!) The drive to meet Master at His summer cabin would take a few hours. She followed His emailed directions, stopping only once or twice to refuel, and by early afternoon she was pulling into the driveway of a large cabin tucked into the foothills of Beckley, West Virginia.
Not knowing what He had in store for her left her fearful as well as excited, but disobeying Him was never an option. She went over her mental checklist a final time to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything He had ordered her to do. As she turned the engine off, the cabin door opened and her Master stood in the doorway, clearly waiting for her. Leaving everything in the car and forgetting even to close the door in her haste to fall at His feet, she ran to Him. He stepped back as she drew near; following Him into the cabin, she dropped to her knees and crawled to Him, alternately hugging His legs and kissing His feet. She stayed in her position of obeisance on the floor before Him, the door still ajar, not even caring if anyone saw her but wishing with all her heart that she could have knelt to Him in sight of the world and that she had the right to show anyone and everyone her pride in His ownership and her elation in his presence.
"Hello, j," he said, his deep voice caressing her ears and releasing a cloud of butterflies to flutter in her belly.
"Hello, Master!" she responded, joyfully clinging to His leg.
"Present yourself to Me!" he demanded.
She rose to her feet and stood before Him, arms relaxed at her sides, palms forward in submission, thighs and lips open in the posture of total surrender. His eyes smoldering with tightly controlled emotion, her Master reached out with His left hand and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her close to Him. She staggered slightly, then melted into His grasp. He held her tightly to Him, her cheek pressed firmly against His chest, the rapid beat of His heart in her ear. The essence of His hair, His skin, His sweet warm breath, and His favorite (tasteful and expensive) cologne combined to create the wonderful scent that was uniquely His and j deeply, greedily, euphorically inhaled. Mr. B turned her face to His with His hand still twisted into her hair, and ordered her to exhale. The moment she obeyed, He claimed her lips with His own, plunged His tongue into her mouth, and exhaled into her mouth filling her lungs with His breath. Again, j greedily inhaled, sucking His tongue even deeper into her throat, clasped to Him as if that mating of mouths were life itself. His right hand lifted her short skirt; His middle finger, thick and strong, cleft her pussy lips and ever so gently pressed its way deep inside her. She stood in the doorway, secured by her hair, back arched, arms helplessly at her sides, her mouth filled with her Master's tongue and her pussy impaled on His finger, in a posture of total surrender, not caring if anyone was inside or outside the house, or if anyone could even see her. Her senses were full of her Master; there was no room for anything or anyone else in her world.
By the time He released her, her juices were flowing freely over His fingers and her legs were trembling with strain. At last He broke the kiss. His eyes were smoky and His eyelids half shut as He pulled His fingers away from her pussy, put them into His mouth, and sucked on them. Then He drove His tongue into her mouth again, forcing her to taste herself on His lips and tongue. She had never been able to bear her own taste before submitting to Mr.B, but her Master had told her that He enjoyed her taste and He expected her to do so as well. Somehow knowing that He demanded and expected it made a difference; she obediently sucked His tongue and licked her own liquids from His lips.
Mr. B's voice was husky as He pulled away from her and said sternly,
"Now greet M. Henri properly."
Relieved at the chance to kneel and rest her trembling legs, and always eager to pay homage to Master's beautiful cock, M.Henri. She obediently dropped to her knees and gently unzipped His jeans. With loving hands she gently lifted His semi-turgid, long and heavy cock from beneath the waistband of His boxer briefs (even Master's underwear was sexy!). She wished she could take the time to tease and gently play with the silky smooth foreskin, and dip her tongue into the twinkling eye on the tip, but this ritual was formal and strict. So she gently, firmly sucked the head into her mouth, caressing Him with her tongue, enjoying the sweet, faintly salty taste of His skin as His incredible cock slowly slid deeper and deeper into her mouth until the tip was pressing against the back of her throat.
j knew that Master had always wanted her to deep throat Him, but as much as she tried, she had only been able to open her throat wide enough one time, and she had never been able to do it without coughing uncontrollably. Her asthma kept her from drawing a deep breath or holding what breath she had very long. j didn't think Mr. B realized that she felt as badly about it as she did. She wanted to be able to hold Him in her throat, to be able to take Him as deeply as He could drive, to have Him fuck her throat the way He fucked her pussy. She wanted Him to be able to use her without having to be careful of her. So far she still not been able to overcome her gag reflex.
j gazed up at Master with tears in her eyes, and He grabbed the back of her head and pulled it savagely to Him, embedding His large cock in her throat. She gagged but He held her there and even though she couldn't breathe and her instinct was to pull her head away, she fought the feeling and let Him hold her, knowing that He knew how long she could handle it. When it seemed she would pass out from lack of oxygen, He released her and pulled His cock from her throat. j gasped for air as her saliva poured out of her mouth and down her chin. She wasn't quick enough to stop some of it from dripping onto the floor. She apologized to her Master for failing again, for making a mess, and not being able to take Him all the way into her throat. He ignored her and ordered her to replace the idol of her sexual satisfaction back into His pants, zip them up and go back to the car to retrieve her luggage. j hurried to obey.
Fifteen minutes later, she had finished unloading the car and her Master had closed the door, stripped her naked, and placed her clothes in the closet.
"You will have no need for any clothes for the rest of this weekend," He told her.
She was startled at the unfamiliar, stentorian tone of His voice. Then He began discussing dinner plans as if nothing had happened. j decided she must be imagining things.
Two hours later, they had finished eating and had moved to sofa near the large bay window to enjoy the sunset. As the sun dropped lower in the sky and the house slowly faded into shadow, j sank to the floor at her Master's feet, laid her head on His knee, and wrapped her arms around His legs as she leaned against Him, shivering slightly in her nakedness. Mr. B sipped from a goblet of Merlot in one hand, and stroked her hair softly with the other. j's heart was full as she basked in her Master's presence and reveled in the feeling of being totally under His control. With her heart in her throat, she scraped up enough courage to murmur to Him, softly, how much she had missed His discipline and use, begging Him to use her thoroughly, and asking Him please to mark her again, deeply, so well that when she went home she would feel His marks and touch everywhere, for as long as possible.
Mr. B did not answer her, but continued to stroke her hair gently and she was content to sit quietly as the night crept through the entire house, its invasion unopposed by any lights inside the home. Occasionally, a car passed by, adding its sound to the other night sounds of birds and crickets.
Suddenly Mr. B stood up and said. "Come with me."
He walked to the door, opened it and stepped out and j followed him still totally naked. She stood, shivering in the chill, as He closed the door behind them and walked to His car. She followed obediently, goose bumps rising on her skin.
"Get in ," He said as He opened the door.
