Rachael Pt 03 Ch 09 Master George

MASTER GEORGE

I returned to my routine of work during the week, Saturday lunch with Devona and Saturday nights at The Dungeon. Paul was being attentive, but I secretly wanted that monster cock of George's again. One night after my session on the table with the gang, I went to his office after I left the locker room.

"George, do you have a minute?"

"Sure Rach, how was your night."

"Something is always missing, I can't put my finger on it, but fulfillment just doesn't seem to be easy."

"You want to talk about it?"

"I would rather take you home and use you for the night."

"What makes you think I would be different?" He queried.

"I don't know, I dream about that cock of yours and you never come to me in the train. Why is that?"

"How do you know I don't come and do you on the table?"

"Honey, the memory of you is permanent, and I would know you were in me if there were a thousand others."

"Thank you, I guess."

"You're welcome. Now when can I see you?"

"I don't take clients here at The Dungeon, it conflicts with my duties as the Dungeon Master. I need to run the place and enforce the discipline the Doms need."

"Do you take new clients?"

"If you're asking for yourself, I would be happy to take you as a client. You may not like my methods, but you will be disciplined and punished a lot more. I demand servitude from my subs, boys or girls."

"You make it sound scary."

"It can be, but I think you have been disciplined before and know the difference between pleasure and pain."

"How do we do this?" I asked.

"You come to my place tomorrow morning at ten o'clock and we will have an introductory session. I will explain the rules, show you around my shop, and see what you need."

"I will be there."

George gave me a card with his address on it and told me where to find it. I went home much lighter in step and thinking about his giant cock.

George's apartment was really a converted warehouse loft. It was just like his dick, huge. I rode up to the fourth floor in a cargo elevator, complete with lift gates to get in and out. He owned the entire floor and it was almost all open. Giant windows and big skylights brought a lot of sunlight to what is normally a gloomy dungeon. This was not dismal at all, this was bright and light. Wonderful.

He greeted me as I came off the elevator and he was dressed in a leather harness that accentuated his beautiful hairy chest. You could use a lawn mower on that thing. I wanted to put my fingers in it almost as soon as I saw it.

"Good morning, Master."

"Slave, why are you standing?"

I fell to my knees and sat on my ankles.

"You are not dressed appropriately for me, so you will make yourself naked and crawl to the pleasure room."

I undid my blouse and wondered to myself if I should do a slow strip for him, but he answered that question by walking away toward the far corner of the room.

"This way when you are prepared," He growled.

His admonishment sent chills through my body and now I couldn't wait to get naked for him. He was beautiful, and I wanted to please him like no one ever did before.

I removed my clothing and folded it neatly by the elevator door and started my crawl across the room.

The floor was old factory southern pine, random width wood, sanded to a finish as smooth as glass, and polished to a perfect shine. I slid across it easily, and enjoyed my crawl to the other side of the apartment.

George waited for me and as I came thru the door into his domain. I heard the whip crack as I felt his foot on my back and my ass burned.

"I said crawl, slave."

"Yes, Master."

I pushed myself along the floor with my breasts rubbing all the way. The whip sting was a new sensation for me. I'd been beaten with crops and paddles, but never a real whip. At least that's what I thought it was. I still couldn't see it.

"Push your ass up in the air." He commanded.

I did as he wanted.

"Higher."

I was on my knees with my chin on the floor pulling my thighs to my breasts when he encouraged me again with another strike of the whip. Ouch.

Suddenly he caressed my rump. I felt his hand tenderly sliding over the globes. It made me shiver.

His hand slid down between my cheeks and gently pried open my lips to allow his fingers to stroke my entire pussy.

"Why aren't you wet yet, Slave."

"I don't make my own lube, Master." I whispered.

"Speak up. I want you slick. Did you get too much cock last night?"

I told him in a louder voice that my pussy didn't make fluid or lube.

"We need to fix that."

"Yes, Master."

"Get up on the table."

I climbed up on the table and stayed in the inspection position as he called it.

My pussy was at eye level on the table when he began to probe it. I cooed a bit and wiggled my ass for him.

He slapped me with his open hand and said, "Be still."

I could feel his fingers probing and seeking my inner sanctum. He rubbed my clit and put his fingers inside me.

"Paul told me you are a transgender and I am impressed with what the surgeon did. Tell me how it works."

"It's actually my penis turned inside out. The nerve endings are somewhat in place and over time new ones have grown. I can feel everything, but I don't yet have orgasms from it or manufacture the sweet lubrication a real woman does."

"But, you have orgasms?" He asked.

"I do but they come from my asshole."

"Has it been altered?"

"No, Master. It is all natural. The nerve endings are very hot, and the tunnel is accustomed to being entered. As you may remember."

"And that's what gets you off."

"Sometimes, Master."

"Why sometimes?"

"If my body is in a posture that has a lot of tension, I find it difficult to experience the pleasure. If I am relaxed, then the pleasure will overcome me, and I will orgasm."

"Fucking and relaxing don't seem to fit in the same sentence."

"I know, it's not easy to do. I can achieve it most easily in the fetal position. I am not holding my body in tension to maintain a posture and then can concentrate on the friction of the fucking while my body relaxes. It's complicated but possible."

"Show me the position you are talking about."

I lowered myself to the table and rolled up on my side, pulled one knee up to my chest and extended the bottom leg. I felt his rough hand stroke my hip and down my top thigh. He walked behind me, and his hand continued to slide up my back. My nerves were going wild, every place he touched me tingled with heat. I closed my eyes and willed my body to relax but when he touched me I lit up like a light bulb.

"You still look tense." He observed.

"Yes, Master."

"Tell me why."

"I think it's your touch. Every time you touch me I tingle."

"Slave, if that's flattery it won't do you any good."

"No, Master, it's the truth. I think I am very excited to be around you."

"We shall see."

He walked across the room and returned with a blanket and placed it over me, covering me completely. I couldn't see him or feel his presence. It was a little maddening at first.

"You will relax under the blanket."

"Yes, Master." I mumbled.

The room went silent, the blanket warmed me up quickly and I could feel the tension flowing out of my body. I anticipated a strike of some kind, he was going to beat me thru the blanket. I just knew it was coming and I could feel my body tense up as I waited for it.

"Relax Rachael." I heard his soothing voice. "I will not strike you while you are under the blanket. You are safe there. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

It was so warm and cozy under his blanket that I began to doze. The tension was gone, and I did indeed finally relax.

He came back to me and I could feel his hands rubbing me gently. He stroked my hips, thighs, calves, back and shoulders. Gentle, yet firm, smooth and tender. I loved every second of his touch through the blanket.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

"I feel very good Master."

"Are you relaxed yet?"

"Yes, Master."

"Would you like me to fuck you now?"

"Oh yes, Master."

Suddenly the blanket was torn off, and I felt his hands gripping my ass. Both cheeks.

"Slaves don't get to enjoy fucking, only the Master gets to do that."

He pushed me flat on the table and began to beat my ass with a paddle. I could feel the big flat surface on my once relaxed butt.

"You think this is for you to enjoy?"

"No, Master."

"You are here for my pleasure and I will take it when and how I want. Do you understand?"

He punctuated each word with a smack. I could feel the redness and the welts begin to form. Suddenly I felt something enter my asshole. It went in easily and I hoped it was his cock. No such luck.

He rammed the butt plug in deep and it might have been the biggest one that there ever existed. I winced at the pain as it went over the fat part and my anus closed around the base.

"Too big, slave?"

"No, Master."

"Get back in the fetal position."

I rolled on my side again and felt him drag the blanket back over me.

My ass cheeks burned, and my anal opening was on fire from the dry insertion of the plug. I used lotion on it that morning and there was some slick there but not enough to take much punishment.

The silence was almost painful. I lay there feeling my ass and not much else. The blanket warmth returned, and I felt myself relax once again.

This went on for what seemed like forever, blanket on, blanket off and beating. Blanket on, then blanket off and beating. If it wasn't so painful when he first started hitting me I would say it was monotonous. But the pain made it real.

After one long session under the blanket I felt his hand on my leg. Under the blanket. I tensed up and heard him say, "Relax, you're safe."

His hand caressed my leg and thigh like he did before, and its smooth rhythm and gentleness made me go back into relax mode.

I felt him get up on the table behind me and push the blanket off my ass. His hands were gentle, but my mind kept telling me that the pain was coming. I waited.

"Relax, this is the good part."

He slowly removed the blanket up to my shoulders and with my head still underneath I felt him reach between my burning ass cheeks and grip the butt plug.

"Let me have it."

I relaxed my anus and felt it slide out.

Then I felt something else entering me. When I felt his groin against my cheeks I knew it was him. He pushed my top leg a little and slid himself full into my rectum and stepped over my bottom leg with his knee. Nothing else, just pushing himself inside and staying there.

"Rachael, does that feel good or bad?"

"Very good." I replied.

With my head still under the blanket I felt him start to build a long slow stroke with thae enormous penis. Back and forth, in and out.

His hands held onto my upper thigh and I felt him begin to increase the speed of his attack. I concentrated on trying to hold him with my anal muscles when he slammed into me and held that position.

"Tell me when it's good enough for an orgasm."

I pushed the blanket off and turned my head to look at his face.

"Put the blanket back on or I will beat you again."

"Yes, Master."

I did, and he turned into the energizer bunny with his firmly planted cock. It felt delicious, I eagerly awaited each thrust and grinned as he slammed to the bottom. Gripping my ass cheek, he pushed harder and harder, slammed me deeper and deeper while I relaxed more and more into his efforts. Without announcement my legs began to tremble, my toes curled, and I could feel the spasm beginning. I wanted to grab onto something and hold on but there was nothing available. When I started to quiver under him he realized that I was having an orgasm and he slowed so he could feel it too. With deep long strokes he kept it up as I did it once again. They were beautiful, I saw stars, felt waves of pleasure and shook like a wet dog. In all my years I never felt that strong of an orgasm that lasted that long. His cock was perfect, he filled me up, rubbed my tunnel as never before, and my whole body responded to him.

"Was that good, Slave?" He said as he pulled out and climbed off the table.

"It was awesome, Master." I cooed.

He took the blanket and left me naked and trembling on the table.

"When you can walk come into the kitchen and we will talk."

He left me alone in the room and I curled even tighter into my fetal position and considered what just happened.

When I finished shaking I sat up and eased my sore ass off the table. Standing on shaky knees I slowly walked toward the kitchen.

George sat at the table drinking coffee, and when he saw me walking toward him he rose and handed me a robe to put on and pulled a chair out for me.

"Would you like coffee?"

"Yes, Master." I croaked, still recovering.

"The session is over, you may stop calling me Master."

I smiled at him and said, "Never."

He grinned and replied, "I guess you liked it?"

"Yes, very much."

He got up and brought another cup and the coffee pot to the table. We sat and sipped hot coffee for a few minutes.

"Rachael, your hour with me was beneficial to you I think. I learned a lot about your body and what it reacts to. I think I can give you some structure and some pleasure from time to time if you want me to do that."

"You sure got the pleasure part right."

"From my experience you can't achieve that level of pleasure without the pain of the punishment to set it up. The trip from being in pain to having an orgasm is the greatest gift I can give you. My skill is in knowing how to administer both and not let you become bored with it."

"So far, you are doing a wonderful job."

"Do you want to continue as my personal slave."

"Yes, I do."

"Rachael, I do this for a living. I do my day work Monday through Friday here in my home office. My nights are dedicated to The Dungeon, but this place is where I make my living. The tribute for my time is Two hundred and fifty dollars an hour. Today's introduction is free. If you want to continue, then I would expect tribute each time you come here.

"Can I come once a week?"

"Yes, we can set up a regular appointment or make one each time you come."

"I think I want to come back next Sunday if that's okay with your schedule?"

"We can do that; Sunday mornings are not a busy time for me, so you can come at ten to eleven.

"I may see you at The Dungeon during the week, but I am not sure about the Saturday night train."

"The boys will be disappointed."

"I guess they would, but is it about them or me?"

"I vote for you."

I left George standing in the entrance to the elevator naked and holding his cock, grinning like a cat.