curious young girl wants to meet a slavemaster

[loveangel]

i lick my lips in anticipation as you lead me to the bedroom. i can still taste the distinctive flavor of your urine and i wonder what lies in store for me now. you push me into place and i stand at the foot of the bed. then one of my deepest fears comes true when you reveal that you had noticed my involuntary reaction a few minutes earlier. even though you seem forgiving of my mistake, i feel terrible for disappointing you. in the back of my mind, i become determined to control myself from now on. you seem to know my intentions and personality so well. i wish i could tell you how i feel... that i do indeed want to be owned by you. but as before, myt actions will speak louder than any words which might pass my lips. i just hope that you will push me to my limits... and far beyond. i hope that you will never have reason to doubt my servitiude. as you tie my limbs securely, i love the smooth feel of the leather on my skin. i especially enjoy how it feels to be immobile and helpless, the strap around my neck pulled so tight. then i watch eagerly as you strip, my eyes growing wide as i stare at you. i hope you won't be offended that i'm observing you, but i can't help it. you tower above me, your thick cock inches from my willing mouth. obeying your command, i open wide and begin sucking again. i lovingly stroke your bulbous cock head with my tongue, savoring the faint taste of urine and semen which still cling to your skin. applying suction, my mouth is firmly attached to your penis. building momentum, my head is soon bobbing up and down at a furious pace.

 

[brunoone]

Lips, teeth, tongue, gums...

I touch your left temple as my cock disappears from view. Its first descent toward your tonsils is slow, as if the nerves in my dick are feeling their way around a warm, wet new home. As in the first moments of your surrender at the door, you offer your mouth an anxious hole for me to fuck. your entire face slides from the base of my head toward my pubic hair and retracts with each hungry thrust. I slow your pace somewhat, stretching to my full standing height, then bending my knees to press downward. you adjust quickly to the new, more deliberate rhythm.

"Sometimes, I want a face-pussy, sarah... a jaw to slam against... a nose to bury in prick-hair... a throat to fill with deep, punishing strokes. Other times, I want tastebuds and tongue... a gourmand to relish the rare delicacy of Mitch-meat." The blood of lust pulses in the blue veins along my shaft, spiriting heat to the purpling head of my cock. My hands are on either side of your face, tilting it upward to make earnest eye-contact. "But always... I own your mouth. I own even the words it speaks. If you have something to say to me... anything to say to me... and fail to say it... then you've deprived me of what's rightfully mine. A request for my attention. A plea for my semen. An idea for serving me. Don't deprive me. If you stifle a squeal, or moan, or scream... you've stolen from me, sarah. you must, of course, speak always with respect... but remember, your mouth -- and all it's capable of doing -- is mine."

I reinforce my directive by pushing my stone-hard dick in you to its hilt, momentarily depriving you of air while engaging your gag reflex. I withdraw it quickly, like Arthur dragging Excalibur from the stone, just before the point of making you actually throw up. your first response is to double over, sputtering, but the sudden tension in your noose reminds you that's no option. you come quickly to attention, coughing loudly, tears of exertion leaking from the corners of your eyes.

I kneel and embrace you until normal breathing resumes. "Good girl," I whisper. "Now, who's mouth is that on your face?"

 

[loveangel]

as i suck on your meat, i listen intently to your words. you tell me more about what is expected of me. as you speak, i realize that i was wrong to remain silent. although i had thought that you would expect me to be quiet unless you spoke to me, i now realize that i should share my innermost desires with you. i nod in understanding, unable to reply at the moment because of the fat cock in my mouth. from now on, i would expose my true thoughts and feelings to you. i was determined to overcome any inhibitions i might feel, stating my deepest desires without fear. i want you to know exactly how far i would go and exactly what i was to do for you.
just then, you jam your cock deep into my throat. i can feel it rubbing against my windpipe, scraping the tender flesh. i fight deperately for air, nearly passing out. then you withdraw your manhood once more and i can breath again. saliva spills from my mouth as i gasp. you kneel before me and enclose me in your arms. when you ask who my mouth belongs to, i don't hesitate to answer.
"it's yours, master," i state. "every part of me belongs to you. i'm so sorry that i didn't tell you how i was feeling. from now on, i promise not to withhold anything from you."
i smile up at you with true love. even though i have only been with you for little more than an hour, i already feel total devotion to you. your treatment alternates between tender caresses and rough slaps. i never know if you are raising your hand to touch me softly or stike me with severe force. i love the uncertaintly because either form of contact is wonderful. in fact, a part of me actually hopes that i displease you so you'll hurt me. choosing my words carefully, i try to explain my feelings to you.
"master, i know you like to inflict punishment on me and i have to admit that i love the pain you cause me," i begin slowly. "i love the fact that you're enjoying yourself by disciplining me. so i want you to know that i'll endure anything, no matter how brutal or extreme. beat me, torture me, degrade me, leave scars. whatever you want, sir. i won't resist you... i have no limits."
i stare up at you nervously... wondering if i've said too much. part of me is afraid of what might happen next. i'm taking quite a risk by presenting myself in such a vulnerable manner because you can literally do anything you want with me. however, i'm prepared to take my chances because i'm so determined to be a good slave.

 

[brunoone]

"sweetheart," I coo into your ear. "it's not that you've been disobedient, but uneducated. I don't blame you in the least for buying into the cliches of the lifestyle. Just agree to be patiently led out of them as your surrender becomes more complete.

I ease slowly away from you to the dresser and return to the bed with a savage hunting knife. "I'm glad to hear you're a young woman without limits. But let me clarify something." I'm on my knees in front of you again, giving you a close view of the slighly curved blade in my hand. It's nearly as long as the dick that just stabbed at your windpipe. Part of the razor-sharp edge is serrated, for sawing at fresh kill in the field. "you are mine." I press the broad, flat surface of the knife against your belly. "Because you are mine, I don't need the excuse of disobedience to inflict pain upon you." I pull the knife up toward your sternum. "If it pleases me to hurt you, all your good behavior won't derail my desire."

I cup the tender underside of your left breast with the dull, concave edge of the knife's cool spine. "If you could earn your way out of punishment, then you'd be in control of my actions." My voice maintains the tone and pace of a patient instructor, "And that certainly wouldn't make you my whore."

The knife slides upward to just beneath your nipple, rippling the thousand thousand nerve endings in your tit as it moves. I lean forward to kiss you, covering your mouth possessively with mine, retreating slowly until your lower lip remains between my teeth. Finally releasing you with a dull snap.

"This way, even the smallest display of tenderness is my gift to you, not something you deserve or may demand." The point of the knife finds the edge of your areole. your breasts rise and fall with deep, controlled breaths. "After all, property has no rights."

I press the blade's tip inward, stopping just short of the pressure necessary to break the skin. "I could peel your nipple from you like skin from an orange... without reason, without provocation." The knife's tip pricks you, drawing a single drop of blood. "your abject and total surrender at my door, allows you no protest, no claim to fairness, no redress. you are mine."

I barely twist the knife, but coax a tiny trickle of blood from you. It's not a heavy flow. It will likely clot in mere seconds. But it heralds the crossing of an important threshold for U/us. I bend and use the knife-tip to push the bleeding nipple into my mouth. I suck it harshly, not withdrawing my teeth from the task. After several long moments, I exhale and ease back on my haunches, my thirst for you momentarily slaked...

 

[loveangel]

i tremble with total fear and raw desire. now i can see that you understand me perfectly. i am reaching the stage of helpless abandon. no matter what i might do, my fate is in your hands. i experience a delicious tingle between my legs as i imagine what my life will soon become. perhaps i will be tormented, then discarded. although i dread this possibility, it would still provide me with some satisfaction of a job well done because i would know that it was your will. of course, i would prefer to be used and abused for some time to come. perhaps you would even chose to impregnate me so that i could produce slave children for you. my obedience is so complete that it would even override my maternal instincts. if you demanded such a sacrifice from me, i would gladly bear your children, knowing full well that i was condemning them to a life of total servitiude. as a thin rivulet of blood trickles down from my wounded breast, i moan deeply. you suck on my nipple, gnashing it between your teeth.
"oh master, thank you." my voice is barely a whisper as i exhale. the knife wound is quite painful and you are aggravating it by sucking so hard. "now i know that you really understand me. there's no reason for me to hold myself back... i can give myself to you completely. and now i understand you, too. i didn't think that i could earn any kindness from you... i realize that i have no right to expect anything. but thank you for making it absolutely clear to me. i feel so free now, even though i'm your property. i feel as though i truly understand my place in life. thank you, sir. i love you so much."

 

[brunoone]

A lesson in Latin

Rising back to my full kneeling height, I slip my left arm around your waist and gently kiss your forehead. Perhaps you can feel me smile against your flesh. "you were right to come to me. your brand of submission would overwhelm a good many Masters. Not this one."

I wonder if you noticed that as I spoke, my free hand was positioning the knife between your spread legs, cutting edge toward the floor. I lift the blade, sandwiching it between the halves of your cunt.

My face slides across yours, my beard brushing a path to your left earlobe. "Vagina," I whisper. The knife sinks deeper. Its scimitar curve presses the steel point against your asshole. "It's Latin for 'sheath.'" I grind the brass hilt against your clit. The blade shifts within you like a sluggish rudder.

My arm tightens around your middle. "Sheaths are for knives, like whores are for dicks. I tug further upward on the handle, raising you to your tiptoes. "you're the sheath for me," I confide urgently. "Forget that, and we'll repeat this exercise... with the blade facing in the other direction."

My wrist lowers to change the instrument's angle and the tip that nicked your nipple performs the same surgery on the southernmost wrinkle of your asscrack. your body twiches against mine and I hold you fast. The injury is more symbolic than damaging. The message is unmistakable.

I drag the blade slowly, firmly through your gash, easing you back to flat feet as I do so. I hold the knife between U/us. The steel glistens, but as much from the wept lust of your girl-grease as from its polished metal. I run a flat tongue across its broadest surfaces, closing my eyes in enjoyment. "I'd have to say somebody's flipped your switch into the 'on' position." A calcuated flip of my wrist sinks the knife-tip into the bedroom's wooden floor.

My middle finger finds your asshole, stinging against the new cut. When I bring the digit to your lips, it's as red as you expect it to be. "Don't worry, pet. Cuts are seldom a problem. Neat, straight-edged wounds are easy to sew. It's the jagged rips that are a bitch to fix."

you notice a spot of blood near my nipple where O/our chests pressed together. I touch your face, cradling your jaw in my large palm. "But, sometimes ripping happens when you try to stretch something wider than it was meant to open." A brief meeting of lips.

"Oh. That reminds me." A Christmas-morning smile of genuine enthusiasm. Another kiss. "Time for your first assfuck..."

 

[loveangel]

the knife blade feels cold against my skin. i stand perfectly still as you slide it between my legs. this is not because i'm afraid... although i am. i keep still because you have not instructed me to move. if you decide to slice me open or bury the knife inside my pussy, it is your right to do so. if you wish to spill my blood, then i am obligated to accept my fate. my only duty is to accept your treatment without question.
you cut me again, this time in the sensitive area between my ass cheeks. then you bend me over and insert your finger into my anus. it hurts because i've never inserted anything inside my butt. however, i don't squirm or offer any resistance. i groan a bit as you push your finger deeper. i feel so full and violated. when you show your finger to me, i can see my blood on it. i also catch a faint whiff of my own feces. you describe what can happen when a wound is stretched... implying that the minor cut on my ass may soon be enlarged. i welcome the chance to prove my worthiness, so i look back over my shoulder and smile at you.
"please fuck me, master," i beg you. "tear my ass wide open!"

 

[brunoone]

Standing behind you, I tug at the leather embrace of your arms, loosening it, partially freeing you. I remove neither of your leg restraints, however, and the loose tail of your noose dangles down your back nearly to your asscrack. I collect you to me in a warm embrace, evidently pleased by your request. A kiss against your carotid artery and warm words spoken into the flesh of your throat: "Begging is just the sort of thing a slave's mouth was made for."

One forearm firmly across your breasts, my right hand holds the base of my dick and wipes its head north and south over your hole. A leak of precum from my slit mixes with the last of the blood from your tiny cut, smearing viscous pink fluid in your crack. I moan appreciatively through gritted teeth.

 

[loveangel]

i raise my butt toward you, gently rocking myself back and forth in anticipation of your entry. my pussy is soaking wet as i await my first anal penetration. although i am fearful of the pain and injury that may result from it, i can barely contain my excitement. enduring this rough experience will be the first real demonstration of my obedience to you, so i want to make sure that i perform well. you place your hands on my hips and pull me back towards you. i can feel the tip of your erect cock sliding against my ass crack and i wiggle in delight.
"mmmmmm," i moan softly. "please hurt me, master. i deserve it."
with increasing pressure, you begin to insert your penis into my tight asshole. i whimper as you push past the tender skin of my rosebud, your thick member rubbing harshly against the soft interior flesh as you enter my anal cavity. as you gradually push deeper, i hope that i'm not too dirty inside. next time, i assume that you will order me to clean myself out before we perform this act. of course, i don't know how you feel about it, so you may prefer me to be soiled. i let out a long groan as you hold my hips tightly and thrust yourself forward. as you sink ever deeper into my bowels, i simply can't believe that you're not fully inside me yet. just when i think that you've buried your shaft all the way in me, i feel more of your cock entering my behind.

 

[brunoone]

Initially, the ring of your sphincter instictively protests my entry. But I hold you with determination and feel the rim of your hole creep upward to the equator of my cockhead. I grunt loudly with exertion as your newly-punctured orifice gropes for its original dimensions at the base of my purpling dick-helmet.

The girth of my tool spreads your rectum on a long, slow march inward. Without any more lube than my pre-cum, the heat of friction is soon uncomfortable for U/us both. "Hold your cheeks apart for Master," I croak with urgency. "It's why I freed your hands."

your obedience, as always, is immediate. your cheeks whiten beneath the pressure of your fingertips. I bury 4 3/4" painful inches in the untested flesh of your willingly-offered backside. A quick look over your shoulder tells you I'm only half-way in.

I growl ferociously skyward, as if anger or resolve alone could close the gap between O/our bodies. A drop of sweat falls from my eyebrow onto your right kidney. "Be opened, bitch... push out against me."

A forceful hand seizes a fist of hair at the back of your skull and bends you at the waist over the footboard's horizontal brass bar. your cheek is soon flush against the mattress, your ass slightly more exposed to the force of its new invader.

I reposition my feet on the floor; the muscles in my thighs flex vigorously and I hide my remaining meat in the memory of your anal virginity. It's as if my prick's the plunger of a syringe that forces an airy scream from your mouth. I bend my body to cover yours, all my attention demanded by your anus's desperate squeeze. your body shudders under mine with panting sobs. I wonder if I've torn you... but then, you're mine to tear.

I'm still for a full minute, kindly permitting the excruciating first pierce to dull to tormenting ache. Kissing your shoulders, I wonder if a moment of tenderness strengthens your crying. "Good sarah... good girl. your Master enters and claims this part of you for Himself."

A slow tug of my pelvis pries my dick from your reddened hole. I straighten behind you, emerging completely with a final squishy plot. your anal ring grasps at air, trying to shrink itself closed... or perhaps it's suddenly lonely for its most recent resident. In either case, I'm pleased to note 1) you're not torn beyond the knife's initial nick, and 2) though I'm surely foul beneath a microsope, I'm not visibly soiled with evidence of your rectum's other job.

"Good girl," I repeat, with a pair of slaps to your right cheek that might comfort livestock. The retrieved hunting knife slips easily through your leg restraints. I toss the blade aside a second time, then fall on my back into the middle of the bed. "Come," I invite you with a pat of the mattress beside me. "My cock is nasty with the task of opening virgin assmeat. Use that slave-cunt of yours to clean me, girl..."

 

[loveangel]

as instructed, i reach back and pull my cheeks apart for you. this eases your entry into my ass, your cock pushing hard inside me. i clench my bowels, opening myself wider internally. as i do, you thrust deeper and i groan from the strain. then you grab a handful of my hair and push my face down onto the bed. with your shaft lodged inside me and your weight bearing down on me, i can hardly manage to breath. i revel in my utter helplessness, knowing that i am yours completely. the pain is overwhelming and tears stream down my face. but i certainly don't want it to end. if anything, i'm ready for the pain to get much worse. but now that you've opened me up, you pull out again. i sigh as your penis is withdrawn, suddenly feeling quite empty on the inside. after you cut me loose, i climb onto the bed beside you. i stroke your cock lovingly for a few seconds, feeling the sticky residue of my bowels. it leaves a barely visibile stain on my hand as i climb atop you and sink down onto your cock. then with slow thrusts, i begin to ride up and down on your manhood.