Doing My Masters Bidding Pt 01

My name is Irene. I am 24 and single. I am essentially a moral woman who just wants to fall in love and marry. Three years ago, I would have thought blind obedience to a man was a bad thing. But Paul Smythe had changed me.

PAUL

Soon after we began chatting on the internet Paul got me to watch some of his favourite BDSM videos.

I was aroused by the idea of women giving themselves over to a man completely. I had achieved climax wanking myself watching those BDSM videos.

After a few months Paul and I met. I was comfortable with the idea of being his submissive.

Paul said "In this type of relationship, trust is something that has to be earned. I may put you into dangerous situations. But I will always be making sure that you are never excessively harmed."

I was reassured that Paul meant me no excessive harm. I agreed to experiment and become his slave. I would stay at his house as his slave from Friday to Monday.

MY LONG WEEKEND AWAY

For safety reasons (and because Paul wanted it) I gave my friend Julie, his name and address.

Julie wasn't pleased that I was going away with a man that I barely knew and to be used as a slut. She knew me since I was 18. She felt that I was making a big mistake. She had feared that Paul Smythe wasn't his real name. She had contacted someone to confirm his identity.

Julie was like a mother hen protecting her chick. She insisted on driving me the 20 miles to Paul's house. We knew he wouldn't be in because I had the key to his front door.

Even as she drove me to Paul's house Julie tried to make me see sense. I recognised that I was being incredibly stupid. But Paul had tapped into something unexpectedly.

She drove outside Paul's house. As I made to leave her car she said "Call me if things get too dangerous."

Julie watched me put the key in the front door. She was probably hoping that I would change my mind. But I didn't. I opened the door, turned round and waved to her.

Julie drove off.

MY INSTRUCTIONS

My master left a note which read

"Undress then place your clothes in the box outside.

Return and email me a nude photo of yourself.

Then prepare me a steak pie, and mash meal for 3 people. Don't forget to let the red wine breathe for 1 hour.

Remain naked and welcome my guest.

Stay naked until I return."

PLACING MY CLOTHES OUTSIDE

As instructed, I stripped naked. Then I stood at the doorway naked. I didn't want to be seen by one of the neighbours. This was my first time being naked in public. On the beach I wore a swimsuit which entirely covered my breasts.

Luckily there was no-one in sight. I calmly walked to and placed my clothes in the box. I then opened the door and went back inside.

PHOTOS

For the first time in my life I took a few explicit selfies. One of these was of my vagina slit.

I attached the explicit selfies to the email.

I wrote "I hope these please you" and sent the email to Paul.

COOKING

Paul had left all the ingredients for the meal and a recipe. I cut the meat into cubes and sliced the onions. I put some oil in the frying pan and heated it.

Still naked I added the meat and onions. It felt strange frying things whilst nude. I was scared that I would get hot oil spit from the pan and scold me.

I peeled all the potatoes and cubed them. I put them into a saucepan half filled with cold water. I would boil and mash them when Paul phoned me to say that he was on the way home.

I started to roll out the shop bought pastry when the doorbell rang.

ANSWERING THE DOORBELL

Three years ago, I wouldn't have dreamed of answering the doorbell displaying all my unclothed body. I would have run a mile rather than stand at the door and show off my tits. Now I was going to going to show a stranger all my body.

But now I felt good. I hadn't suddenly become an exhibitionist. I got no pleasure from showing off my body per se. My satisfaction became because I was pleasing Paul.

I thought about dressing in case it was a delivery man. That's what the younger me would have done. But I was now Paul's to command as be thought fit. And Paul had instructed me to answer the doorbell bereft of clothing.

It was in fact a delivery man. As you can imagine, he looked really surprised. Instinctively I covered my breasts and pubic area. My instinct was to close the door with him outside and me inside.

But instead I quelled my desire to flee. I stood there while the deliveryman regained control.

He said "I have a timed one hour delivery. Its an outsize package addressed to Irene from Paul Smythe. It needs to be signed for. This is obviously the wrong time."

He asked "Do you want to take the document inside and sign it?"

Actually I did want to do that. But I wanted to please Paul even more.

I said "If you don't mind I will sign it here and now."

He watched as I signed for the parcel. I no longer hid my breasts or cunt. I was giving him an eyeful. I slowly put my name, Irene Forsythe, in block letters and equally slowly signed my name.

I handed the signed form back to the delivery man. He took it and said "Have a nice day." and left.

So Paul had sent me the package just so I had to answer whilst naked. He was a sneaky bastard.

My mobile phone indicated that I had a text message. It was from Paul and it just had a smiley face symbol.

THE STRANGER ARRIVES

I explored Paul's house. Then the doorbell rang again. Still buck naked I answered it.

An elderly man said "Paul is expecting me. You must be Irene. I am called Clive."

I looked around to check that no one else could see us.

I said "Do come in Clive. Paul wants me to make you welcome until he comes back."

Clive came in and took off his jacket. He remained clothed whilst I remained unclothed.

PAUL ARRIVES

Paul came home and the 3 of us ate the meal. We were together while I was on the all-together.

During the meal Clive used his foot on my cunt. It made my moist sex tingle.

Paul produced a blindfold and a set of chrome handcuffs. Clive then latched the handcuffs on my wrists. I stood there with my hands cuffed as if to protect my cunt.

Paul then put the blindfold on me. I felt helpless. I smelt Clive's cologne. My heart raced. I burned to be touched. But Paul took pleasure in making me wait. It seemed like an eternity.

Finally, I felt the brush of Clive's hot breath on my bare arse. It was very intense.

I was completely focused on Clive's mouth when Paul bit my right bum cheek.

It was strange and very erotic.

Paul then continued to kiss and bite my right side of my bum while Clive did the same to my left buttock. This continued for about a minute.

I heard Clive and Paul have a drink.

Then, without warning, Clive smacked my arse quite hard. Then Clive smacked my bum.

I didn't feel hurt or betrayed. I was breathless. I swallowed hard. I wanted more.

I had no need to use the safe word.

Clive then fingered my bum hole and caressed between my arse cheeks.. He finger fucked my arse for a couple of minutes.

Then I heard them leaving the room. I didn't know where they had gone or for how long. I didn't know whether to sit. So I stood there... naked, blindfolded and impatiently waiting.

Then the heard the front door open and close. Paul returned. I was still handcuffed and blindfolded. He said "Follow me. Like I told you, trust is important in our relationship."

He walked in front of me in silence. I followed the sound of his footsteps. I was scared in case I tripped over something. But I didn't. But I walked extremely slowly.

Paul said "Stop. You did well. You trusted me enough to follow me. I wish I had a video of you concentrating as if your life depended on it."

I breathed a sigh of relief. It had been scary but it was now over.

Paul said "I love to fuck a woman when her hands and feet are bound and she lies naked on a bed. Do you consent?"

I replied "Yes. I consent."

CALL ME "MASTER".

Paul then said "But I will only pleasure you if you call me Master and beg me to fuck you."

I replied "Please Master, please fuck me."

Paul took off my blindfold and unlocked the handcuffs. It felt great to be out of the cuffs. It was great to be able to see Paul's naked body.

Paul said "But first some champagne."

I thought Paul meant to drink the bubbly. Instead he poured some champers over his cock. I gently forced me down on my knees so his flaccid cock was facing my face. I took the hint. I took his cock into my mouth and made his manhood ready for further action.

THE BED

Paul quickly fastened both my arms to the bedstead with ropes. Then he snaked his tongue into the folds of my moist slit. Then he lightly flicked the tip of his tongue on my sensitive clit. He continued to concentrate on my clit.

I almost shouted "Stop", but I didn't want his treatment to stop.

I was disappointed when he stopped.

He then said "Beg me to shag you."

I said 'Please Master, please shag me."

Next he drove his cock deep into my exposed wet cunt hole. He sent lightening bolts of pleasure flashing through my body. But Paul wasn't interested in my pleasure. He just concentrated on thrusting his cock into my cunt. He treated me like I was a cheap prostitute. But I loved being Paul's whore.

Paul finished using me as a cum dump. He left me bound and went to the loo. He returned.

He told me "Slave, you got me so randy that I couldn't wait. But next time I will tie your legs as well."

He untied me and said "Don't freshen up after using the loo. I love sleeping with a woman with the smell of sex on both of us."

I went into the loo alone and voided both bowels and bladder. To please my Master I only washed my hands. Normally I would have a shower or at least a good body wash.

I returned to see my Master. He was resting under the duvet.

My Master said "When we are sleeping together, call me Paul and not Master."

I got in beside him. He was as tender as if we were married. But I knew that this was just a temporary arrangement.

In the morning Paul gave me breakfast in bed. None of my other lovers had given me breakfast in bed.

I said "Thank you, Paul."

After breakfast Paul made love to me. Under the duvet I wasn't his slave and his cum dump.

But when I got up he said to me "Slave, it's time for you to do my bidding. This afternoon you are to be the pre-dinner entertainment. Don't worry about what to wear since you will be naked throughout."

To be continued