Kimberly S Life

My Master is my hero, he helped me get away from my boyfriend. He gave me direction, purpose, and the ability to stand up against bully supervisors at work.

How, you ask?

I was living with my boyfriend ten years ago. I thought I loved him, wanted to bear his children, grow old and be buried beside him. He wanted to control me, tear down my self confidence, and use me as his sex slave.

Everything went from bad to worse, when I agreed to work for him at his clothing store. He tried to get older single men to fuck me for money.

I was looking for an escape route, no plan existed in my head, I was only looking for an opening. I thought I would have to live like this forever.

One day, while at work, a gentleman came into my boyfriends store, looking for a winter coat. While I was waiting on him, my boyfriend became irate that I was potentially taking his commission. When my boyfriend slapped me, this man, with one punch, laid my boyfriend out cold. I stood, looking at my boyfriend, hoping he was dead. I was so shocked that my opportunity opened up in front of me, that I couldn't move.

I felt a hand gently guiding me to the exit. A hand, placed in the small of my back, pushing me out of the store.

Once outside, holding out the hand that had guided me to safety, the man said, "My name is James."

Still stunned at the events that played out in front of me, I shook his hand, and said, "Kimberly."

He said, "Well, Kimberly, I think we should get a drink to calm our nerves." "What do you think?"

I took my first real look at this man, tall. Taller than my boyfriend.

Heavy set. Not fat, but fit, and handsome, oh so handsome.

I said, "I'd love to, James."

He took my hand, placing it inside his elbow, and led me to a bar not far from the clothing store. I felt like a fine lady, being treated the way he was, asking me questions about my living situation, which had just disappeared along with all my belongings.

"Don't worry about trivial stuff, we can get you new makeup, hair things, anything you need."

Looking at him, I was wondering who "we" was.

As we approached the door to the nightclub, a man opened the door, standing beside it, holding it for us. James said, "Hey Tony, this is Kimberly, and she needs a quiet place to sit."

Tony nodded in my direction, and said, "No problem boss, I got your spot reserved." Boss? Who was this man?

Tony guided us to a roped off section of the club, taking the reserved sign off the table, as James pulled my chair out, then helping push it in.

Tony brought us drinks with out taking my order. I took a tentative sip, tasting ice tea, I smiled at James. He wasn't trying to take advantage of me, at least not yet.

We sat, talking. Well, me answering his questions about my situation, he said he owned the club, and a couple more in nearby cities, he wasn't in a relationship, living alone at the present.

Did I win the lottery? Was I being lied to? Was he a stalker, or serial killer? Or possibly just a gentleman?

We sat in his club, me drinking iced teas, him drinking coffee, and talked. Our discussion eventually turned to sex. In particular, children. He asked, "Kimberly, do you want children?"

I sat, looking at my iced tea, pondering the ramifications of my answer, "I thought I did, but after today, I don't think I do."

James said, "Children aren't an issue for me, but if I was child free, I wouldn't mind."

I made my mind up in that instant. I needed to know his intentions. "James, I have no where to go, no job, no money, no possessions, no future." "Why are we sitting here?"

James asked, "Kimberly, I get the feeling you are submissive." "How else do you explain your time with that asshole?"

Again, I was examining my life, I always gave in to my boyfriend, I let James lead me here, I divulged so much of my personal life to him, yes, I was submissive, especially to a strong man.

I looked at him, and asked, "James, what are you proposing?"

James said, "Kimberly, I want you to live with me, at least a week." "We can explore how the lifestyle works, see if you are interested in exploring it." "If you agree, I can set you up so you won't need for anything if you agree.

This man hadn't tried to take advantage of me, hadn't touched me since we entered his club. Sitting alone in a secluded area he had the opportunity to, but didn't take it, now he's offering me security. What should I do? Looking down at my glass, I said, "James, I've heard of the dominant submissive lifestyle." "I don't think I need much more information, except my hard limits."

James smiled, and said, "Mine are, no cutting, no scaring, no blood play, no golden or brown showers." "What are yours?"

I said, "Those and no heavy pain."

James stood up, held out his hand, and said, "You will call me Master." "Do you understand, Slave?"

I suddenly felt at home, standing, taking his hand, I said, "Yes, Master."

We walked through the kitchen, out the back door to a fancy car, a Land Rover I think.

He opened the door, helping me in, and before closing the door said, "You will be loved."

I sat in silence as he drove to his house. When we arrived, I saw an average suburban home, in a row of average suburban homes. James pulled into the drive of his house, a red brick and black trim house.

Before we got out of the car, James said, "Kimberly, lean forward a bit." "I'm going to put a collar around your neck."

I have to admit, my pussy was getting wet. I leaned forward, pulling my hair up and away from my neck, giving him access to my neck.

James pulled a collar from his center console, and as he was buckling it behind my neck, he said, "We will pick out a collar just for you tomorrow."

After his hands left my neck, I reached up and felt the collar, feeling the leather, and d-rings. James clipped a leash to the front D-ring, saying, "Hold the lead, while I get you out of the car."

I'm sitting in my seat, watching James walk around the front of his car, approaching my door. He opened the door, extending his hand. I handed him the lead, he held out his other hand, offering to help me out of the car.

He closed the door behind me, walking me to the front door. He unlocked and opened the door, leading me into his home. Once the door was closed, he said, "From this point on, you will call me Master, you are my slave, and you will undress here." "When you are naked, you may enter my home."

Looking him in his eyes, seeing only concern, I said, "Yes, Master."

When I was naked, I felt my submissiveness growing, I wanted to be his slave.

He had unclipped the leash, letting me explore his home. After about half an hour he invited me into his home office.

"Slave, sit. We need to talk."

I sat in the chair he'd indicated, holding my hands in front of me, something I'd been doing since I had taken my clothes off.

"Slave, I have a contract I want you to read." "If you are comfortable with it sign it, and return it to me." "If there are any issues, we will discuss them." He handed me a few pages, then said, "Follow me, I'll show you your room."

My room? I wasn't sleeping with him? I thought a sex slave was available to him always.

I sat on my bed, looking back on the days events, how did I get here? Do I want to be here? I decided to sleep before making any decisions.

The next morning, Saturday morning, I woke to the smell of bacon cooking. I used the bathroom, then headed into the kitchen. Seeing James, my new Master, cooking the bacon. I said, "Master, bacon isn't good for your cholesterol, ham would be better."

James looked up. He said, "I thought you would like something familiar, but starting tomorrow, you will be in charge of all the cooking."

Looking at the table, I saw several of my favorite breakfast foods, smiling, I said, "Yes, Master."

I thought I saw a small smile cross his face.

Over breakfast, we talked about the contract. The biggest issue I had was punishment. I said, "Master, I don't think I'm into pain." "I request you move slowly in punishing me."

"Slave, is there any other issues?"

"Yes, Master, one." "I need time to learn the different stances described in the contract."

"Slave, let's scrap everything except the inspection stance." Is that acceptable to you?"

I beamed at him, "Yes, Master."

Master, said, "After you finish cleaning up from breakfast, I'll show you how I like to discipline my slaves."

Slaves? Did he say Slaves?

When I had the kitchen clean and shining, I found Master in his office. I walked in, and adopted the inspiration stance. I stood a few feet in front of his desk, my feet shoulder width apart, my hands clasped behind my back, my head tilted down slightly. I waited until Master noticed me.

Master looked up at me, smiled and said, "You did a good job with your inspection stance." "I want you to shave all your hair below your chin by tomorrow morning."

I said, "Yes, Master."

Master. The title felt comforting, like I was home, wrapped in a loved ones arms. Safe, someone who cares about me.

I didn't realize that Master had been watching me, he asked, "What decision have you come too?"

I said, "Master, I feel like I'm home."

Master left the papers he'd been studying, walked around me, lightly pinching my butt, and my waist, then said, "Slave, I want you to loose a few pounds."

"Yes, Master."

Then he said, "Follow me."

I spun on my heels, walked quickly to catch up to him, walking a few steps behind him. He opened a hall door, revealing steps that led down into a basement.

At the bottom of the stairs, l looked around. All the leather hanging on the wall, d-rings in the floor and a hook hanging from the ceiling.

I turned my gaze to my Master, "Master, what are all these things?"

Master had a frown on his face when he turned to look at me. "Slave, I know you read your duties, one of which is to ask permission to speak." "I know this is your first day, so your punishment will be short." "Don't make any more missteps."

I looked down, nodding, and said, "Yes, Master." "Im sorry, Master."

I watched Master place a half pipe shaped leather device between two D-rings. Then he looked at me, and said, "This is my punishment Symbian." "It induces orgasms." "Straddle the Symbian, and lower yourself to your knees."

Punishing me with orgasms, yes please.

I did what Master said, watching Master retrieve different leather devices from their places on the wall. One was a wide leather strap that buckle around my thighs, then the free straps buckled through the D-rings, pulling my thighs down, forcing my pussy onto the Symbian.

Leather wraps, cuffs, were buckled around my wrists. Master walked to a different wall, and released a strap from a handle. I watched the hook hanging from the ceiling lower as he turned the handle. When the hook was about a foot above my head, Master hooked the D-rings on my cuffs on the hook.

Master turned the handle in the opposite direction, lifting my arms above my head, pulling them up until my arms were stretched above my head. Hooking the strap around the handle, my arms were locked in place.

Master set a photography timer in front of me, plugged the Symbian into the timer. Master set the Symbian to maximum, set the timer to ten minutes, and started it. Instantly, my pussy and clitoris was attacked by heavy vibrations, making me squirm, trying to avoid the vibrations, but couldn't.

At the three minute mark, I had an orgasm, another at five minutes, two more at the seven minute mark, then almost continuously orgasmed until the timer sounded, shutting off the Symbian.

I was exhausted, sweating, drooling, hanging from the hook, unable to even look up.

Master lowered the hook, letting my arms drop. When he lifted my wrists from the hook, I collapsed forward. When all the bindings were removed, Master picked me up, carrying me upstairs to my bed. Laying me on my bed, he sat with me, massaging my arms and legs. "Slave, what is your favorite chocolates?" Looking at him, I said, "KitKat."

Master had a couple of bottles of water, telling me, "You need to drink." Master was concerned with my wellbeing, rubbing moisturizer all over my body.

"Slave, that was a light punishment." "After today, the minimum will be fifteen minutes."

Fifteen minutes, my god, that sounds horrible.

Still looking at Master, I said, "Master, may I speak?"

"Yes, Slave."

"Master, I want to sign our contract."

Master smiled, and said, "When you feel strong enough, shower and shave."

"Yes, Master."

That day was nine years ago. I couldn't be happier.

Master has tested my soft limits over the last nine years, and one of my favorite things is when he flogs me. I love the little stings, the build up to a massive orgasm.

When I'm feeling frisky, Master flogs me. I make little mistakes, pout when he tells me no, until Master drags me to the basement. He locks cuffs on my wrists, lowering the hook from the ceiling, he uses a carabiner to attach my wrists to the hook, then winches my arm up until I'm standing on my toes, unable to support myself for comfort.

He shows me the flogger, holding it close to my lips, and says, "Slave, kiss my flogger."

Looking him in his eyes, I stick out my tongue, licking it, then kissing the whip section, finally taking the whips into my mouth, sucking on them.

Watching in the mirrors, one in front of me, and one behind me, I watch Master start on my back, up near my neck, he traces the flogger across my skin, moving faster and faster until he is whipping me in a rhythmic pace. He is leaving little red lines on my skin, continuing until the red lines have merged into red skin, working his way down my back. Reaching my buttocks, he concentrates on one side, making sure my ass is red, before moving to the other side.

The really uncomfortable section is the backs of my legs. The pain becomes familiar, then an arousal starts. I feel my pussy leaking arousal fluid, a slight dampness on my vulva lips, then my upper thighs.

When Master reaches the soles of my feet, I start dancing. The pain is combined with the tickling sensation. I utter oowww's intermingled with giggles.

The real torture starts when Master turns to the tops of my feet. The pain is minimal, but knowing what's to come heightens the tension.

Master works up my calves, over my knees, and when he gets close to my genitalia, he skips over my pussy, moving to my mons, causing me to moan a lament. I keep myself shaved, so the flogger can't grab any hair.

Master works up my abdomen, my stomach red, the white parts of my skin is growing smaller, as I look at my red body. Master reaches the bottom of my breasts, my breasts which are pulled up with my arms pulled up over my head.

The first hits on my breasts sting, making me squirm, a few more oowww's. Master works his way up my left breast, working his way around my nipple, turning to the right, leaving my nipples near the end.

Standing back, swinging the flogger close to my nipples, slowly moving closer, I watch the tangs coming closer. The first strike is a glaze over the tops of my nipples, sending waves of pain and excitement down my abdomen, charging my pussy, causing my arousal fluid discharge to increase. My orgasm is building.

As Master is finishing with my breasts, he says, "Slave, spread your legs."

I can only move them a couple of feet or so apart because of how I'm hanging, but if I don't, this will turn from a flogging into a spanking.

I've forced my legs apart, and Master starts flogging my inner thighs, starting at my knees, working his way up slowly towards my pussy. His flogging, first right to left, then left to right, getting closer and closer to my orgasm.

The first strike on my vulva, sends waves of excitement up the walls of my pussy, through my cervix, causing me to release more arousal fluid. As the strikes increase, I am loudly moaning, my head hanging back, my eyes closed, waiting for the first strike on my clitoris.

Then it comes. No warning, no notice, no preamble, pow, my clitoris receives its first twang of pain, my body explodes, my orgasm releases, my body is shaking, I am hanging, no longer able to support myself. When I come down from my orgasmic high and look around me, I see a wet spot on the floor in front of me.

Noticing where my attention is, Master says, "Slave, you squirted quite a bit."

Master lowers me to the floor. I am unable to stand, he disconnects my wrists from the hook. Master picks me up off the floor, and carries me to a bed set aside for our aftercare.

Master, rubs a moisturizer on my skin, starting on my back side, rolling me over, moisturizing my front. He spends several seconds massaging my breasts, and tweaking my nipples.

Master places a warm towel between my legs, letting the warmth soothe my aching pussy. Handing me a bottle of water, and my favorite chocolate, KitKat, he tells me how proud he is of me.

Masters gift of my orgasm is very much appreciated, and to show my appreciation I say, "Master, use me, please."

My Master rolls me onto my stomach, lifts my hips in the air, spreads my legs, and leaves me.

I can hear him opening and closing drawers, then footsteps returning to me. I hear him undressing, then a cool ointment being applied to my anus, a greasy finger is probing my rectum.

My asshole is being finger fucked, until he slips a second finger into me. Pushing them all the way inside me, he waits for several seconds before restarting his finger fucking. A third finger is inserted, continuing the motion from before, holding his finger still after being fully inserted, then the forth finger. I feel full, my ass filled with my Master's fingers. I am as relaxed as I can be when he withdraws his hand from my asshole, leaving a desire to be filled again.

I hear a tube drop onto the bed, I hear greasy stroking, then I feel two hands, greasy hands, one on each hip, as I prepare for his cock to invade my colon.

The tip of his cock is resting at my most intimate opening, a slight pressure, then more pressure, the uncomfortable sensation of my anus being forced open. The sensation grows as his cock head pushes through my anus. With an audible pop, I hear and feel him inside me. His cock slowly pushing inside me, until I feel his hips against my buttocks.

Master stays in this position, his cock fully inserted into my ass, resting, letting me become as comfortable as I can with the width of his cock.

Master starts pulling back, leaving a void I want filled, only stopping when all that inserted is the head of his cock. Just as slowly, he reinserts his cock fully. Pulling back a little quicker, reinserting a little quicker until he is butt fucking me with a steady rhythm.

Master increases his thrust speed, his thrust force, until I am being pushed forward on his inward thrust, grunting, being pulled back on his outward pull, gasping. The popping sound of his hips slapping against my buttocks, sending waves of pain from the flogging deep inside me, vibrating my pussy walls, increasing my arousal fluid, his balls hitting my clitoris, increasing my arousal fluid, my pussy becoming more and more sensitive.

Suddenly, Master says, "Slave you may only cum, when I cum."

All I am able to utter in response is a grunting, "Yes, Master."

I feel his cock grow in width ever so slightly, his cock becoming harder ever so slightly, as he buries his cock deep in my colon.

I feel his balls rising and falling, rubbing over my clitoris as his sperm is pumping into me. The warm flood of his cum coats my colon. And with the first spirt, I orgasm, draining me again, sending me to orgasmic spasms.

I am being held up by my hips as Masters softening cock is withdrawn from me. I feel a runny liquid oozing out of my rectum, running down my vulva, being mixed with my fluid, and dripping on the sheets I'm kneeling on.