Vanilla No More

[ezwriter]

He pulled her close, felt her lithe supple body against his strong, muscled frame. He felt her quickly beating heart beneath her full, firm breasts. And as he reached her hand between her legs, he felt her damp, dripping arousal.

"You're so wet and needy for your Master, little one," he murmured. He slid a finger along her labia and brought it up slick and coated to her lips, painting the crease of her mouth with her pussy juices.

"Kiss me," he commanded, and pressed his mouth to hers, in a strong, deep violent kiss, his tongue penetrating her mouth.

"Now, before I take you, kiss me everywhere, head to toe. Show me your devotion."

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn revelled in his kiss and nodded quickly her understanding of his command. She kissed his lips, softly, quickly, before moving to his forehead, kissing gently, and then down to his cheeks, ears, neck, along his collarbone. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply again of his scent before continuing down his body, placing delicate kisses on his skin.

 

[ezwriter]

Jess watched her move over him, feeling her need through her lips as she covered his skin with kisses. Her eyes closed, her head bowed, she pressed her mouth gratefully to his body, retreating slowly down his chest and belly. She left a trail of lingering reverential kisses along the underside of his cock and upon the head and the top, his shaft stiffening beneath her lips and tender touch.

He opened his legs for her mouth to press against the soft hairy skin of his scrotum, the perineal ridge and his tight puckered asshole. Here she gave him special attention and he yielded to her eager, hungry mouth.

"Yes, my dear. Your Master likes to feel his slave's tongue up his asshole," he murmured and felt her tongue tip probe at his anus, reaming him skillfully before moving on to cover his legs and back with more kisses.

When she was through, he took her in his hands and pressed her back to the mattress, drawing her legs up behind her knees and doubling her over so that her knees pressed against her breasts.

"Now I'll have you," he announced and mounted her forcefully. With a thrust he was inside her fully. The weight of his body on top of her pinned her knees back into her chest and he began thrusting forcefully inside her. He could feel the fullness of the anal plug inside her through her pussy walls. and he grunted as he slid his cock in and out of her tight, slick sex. Harder and faster he rammed inside her, grunting and sweating as climax approached. And then with an explosion, he released - shooting his cum deep inside her, ramming her until his balls were empty, then pulling off her, he collapsed onto the bed.

"Crawl to fix lunch, fuck-slut. Fix a sandwich for me. You'll have bread on the floor. Call me when it's ready."

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn moaned happily under her Master, breath caught in her chest under the weight of her knees. He finished, and she gasped as his warmth filled her. Obediently, she crawled quickly out of the bed, and out to the kitchen. Quickly and skillfully, she prepared a large sandwich, roast beef on rye, with lettuce and cheese and tomatoes and set it on the table with a napkin and a large glass of ice water. She crawled back to her Master's bedroom.

"Master, Your lunch is ready."

 

[ezwriter]

Jess dressed as Phyn prepared his meal. When she called him, he strode to the table and sat at the place she had set for him. She knelt beside him, waiting for her Master to begin before eating the bread he had allowed her from a plate on the floor.

The girl was eager to please, a good fuck and a serviceable cook. What's more, she was a beauty; a prize that brought him prestige wherever he went. For what signals to the world a man's great power more than the woman on his arm.

He spoke to her.

"Since you'll be with me for some time, slave, you'll need clothing to wear when I bring you out with me. You'll need clothing that complements your beauty and elegance, but also connotes your role as possession, as my sexual object.

"I am trusting you to make these choices for yourself this afternoon. Here is $10,000 to buy yourself a new wardrobe for your new life as my servant. After lunch, you'll clean yourself up and dress in what I've provided in your chamber. I've called a car service to take you wherever you'd like in the city."

He reached down to grab her thickly piled hair.

"We both realize that this is enough money for you to take and run away, start a new life and never return to me. But we both know that all you seek is right here... by my side... at my feet... under my hand.

"You're to be back by six. We'll dine together at Three Palms and then we'll go to the Club."

 

[Calyxxx]

"Yes, Master. Thank You!" Phyn was noticably suprised by her master's gesture. A whole new wardrobe! She ate happily on the floor beside her master, and a bit quicker than before.

 

[ezwriter]

The driver sounded the horn on the street below and she appeared from her dressing room, bathed and changed into the casual wear he'd lain out for her - a tee shirt, jeans and sandals.

But for the jeweled cuffs and collar she wore, she could be any of the city's more elegant young ladies headed out for a shopping spree. He moved to her, taking stock of his girl, lifting her chin to assess her emotions.

He took her wrists and unbuckled each of the cuffs, but left her neck collar on, turning it round, so the buckle faced behind. Then he unpinned her great pile of raven-black hair and let it fall freely once more over her shoulders and back.

"I will see you at six," he said.

"Yes, Master," she replied, and her eyes told her the same thing. He handed her a thick envelope stuffed with $100 bills.

"Kneel," he commanded, and she obeyed. "Kiss my boot." And she obeyed. "Now rise and go."

Jess watched her pick herself up from the floor, eyes cast downward and move toward the front door and down the stairs to the street.

She opened the door of the dark sedan and got in.

 

[Calyxxx]

Smiling, Phyn was off. She wasn't sure exactly of what she wanted to buy, but was sure she could get a good variety of outfits that would please her master with the amount of money he had given her. Soon she was downtown, in and out of various shops, never leaving without a shopping bag in her hand. By 5:30 she had aquired enough clothing to completely fill the trunk of the car. Everything from elegant evening gowns and sultry summer dresses to more casual jeans and capris, blouses and camisoles, new bras and panties. She was particularly proud of a black leather outfit that accentuated her curves perfectly. The outfit consisted of a sleeveless 'kerchief' style top and a short skirt that tied at the side of her hip, a small gap left on her leg where it tied, just hiding what lay beneath. It also had it's own leather collar, a large ring attatched to it, with chains that led to wrist cuffs. She was unsure if her master would even like the outfit, but she thought it may, and she bought it anyways. A few pairs of shoes were next, some with very high heels, some without heels.

Phyn, tired, flopped back into the car and they were off, back to her master's home.

 

[ezwriter]

When she returned and the driver had helped carry up her purchases, Jess had her kneel at his feet for more instructions.

"You'll dress for dinner. You'll French braid your hair and you'll wear your jeweled collar and wrist cuffs. Then return to me here, hands to shoulder blades. You have 30 minutes."

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn nodded to her master before opening her mouth to speak.

"Master, what should I wear for dinner?"

 

[ezwriter]

Phyn nodded to her master before opening her mouth to speak.

"Master, what should I wear for dinner?"

"As I mentioned earlier, we'll be dining at Three Palms. I trust that at some point in your outing you bought something appropriate for a lady to wear at the city's most elegant restaurant. And unlike last night, I expect you to put on some underwear before you leave the house. Now go get dressed. If it displeases me, I'll let you know in no uncertain terms. You have 27 minutes now."

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn nodded and quickly crawled to her dressing room where the driver had placed her bags. A quick shower later, she was clean and had her hair braided tightly. From one bag, she extracted a long black gown, slipped it on, and fastened her collar and cuffs around her neck and wrists. In the bathroom she applied a small amount of make up, and was about to head back out the door when she remembered her master's warning. She pulled a black thong from her bag and slipped them on. Finally, a pair of black heels, and she walked carefully back to the front door, fell gently to her knees and crossed her wrists behind her back.

The black dress

 

[ezwriter]

Jess strode in from his bedroom elegantly attired in a black sport coat and slacks. He was pleased to find his slave obediently kneeling by the door, dressed as he'd commanded. Her black gown was at once elegant and revealing, her legs exposed by the hip high slit up the side, her cleavage visible in the plunging neckline.

"You look stunning my dear," he told her, reaching behind her to join her cuffed wrists to a chain hanging from her collar. "And you look like a whore."

Taking her long, thick black braid in his hand, he pulled her face toward his crotch, opening his zipper with the other hand and yanking his thick member from within.

"Suck my dick, whore," he spit. "Tonight, you'll dine on the finest food and wine, but the taste of my cum will always be on your tongue. I dress you. I feed you. I own you. You're shit without me. Show me your gratitude, you little cunt!"

 

[Calyxxx]

Earnestly and quickly, Phyn sucked her master's cock into her mouth. Head bobbing, her tongue slid its way up and down and around his shaft. She felt his grip on her hair, almost directing her movements, and she complied quickly, quickening her pace, or slowing as he desired.

 

[ezwriter]

He felt her hungry, eager mouth milk his shaft and he quickly came in her throat, letting her suck him clean before tucking his spent cock back inside his pants and zipping his fly.

He helped her to her feet, but kept her wrists chained behind her, leading her to the garage and helping her slide into the passenger side of the car. He strapped her in and was glad that she remembered to open her legs as he'd instructed the night before. The slit seam of her dress permitted her to open wide and he slid his hand under her dress to strum her through her thong as he drove.

He pulled up to the restaurant, and as the valet waited - and watched - he unfastened the restraints holding her wrists to her back. He slipped off the wrist cuffs and secreted them in the glove compartment. Then he stepped out and around to escort her from the car and into the lobby of the restaurant.

It was dark, elegant, oak paneled with an old money, well-heeled clientele. The Maitre d' led them to their booth in the back, out of the way, but with a view of the room.

Jess ordered a bottle of burgundy and took his lady's hand. "I've worked very hard for what I have, my dear. Anything worth having takes sacrifice. I wonder, are you willing to make the effort for what you want?"

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn raised her eyes as high as she dared, resting them on his chest as he spoke to her.

"Of course, Master." She responded promptly

 

[ezwriter]

"That remains to be seen..." Jess replied, running a finger along the back of her slender and elegant hand.

"Take your panties off and set them on the table in front of you please," he said.

Phyn cocked her head as if unsure of what he'd asked and then let her hands fall below the table. "Yes Master," she murmured, but hesitated as she saw the sommelier heading their way with the wine.

"Do as I say, girl," he scolded.

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn nodded her head, glancing quickly towards the approaching gentleman. Reaching her hands up under her dress, she lifted her ass slightly to remove her panties. She shook her leg to help them fall to her feet and reached down to grab them. With an unsure hand, she brought them up and set them on the table in front of her, her cheeks tinted a bright red now.

 

[ezwriter]

Her black lace thong lay in a small tangle of straps against the starched white table cloth. It certainly couldn't be missed. Her hope, no doubt, was that the proper French gentleman who approached with a bottle of French burgundy and two glasses wouldn't recognize it as underwear at all.

He noted it out of the corner of his eye to be sure, but schooled in propriety and discretion, he went about his task without comment - presenting the wine, slicing the top wrapper open and uncorking it before pouring a taste for Jess.

Jess sniffed the glass, swirled the wine and tasted. Once approved, the sommelier poured a glass of the dark red wine for Phyn and set it down beside her - inches from black tangle of her thong - before refilling Jess' glass.

The man bowed and retreated. Jess lifted his glass and announced "A toast... to my lovely new slave..." Phyn managed a nervous smile and clinked glasses. "You may drink, my dear," her Master encouraged when she hesitated.

He drank and set his glass down, picking up her thong and bringing it to his nose, inhaling the traces of her sex against the crotch. "To my lovely new slave and her delicious cunt." He touched her glass again, setting her thong down between them, where it would lay through the entirety of their meal.

"I do treasure the displays of devotion you make to me, my dear. As important, and for some slaves far harder, is demonstrating their submission to their master in public. And so we'll see if you're really ready to do what it takes to realize your desire."

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn smiled nervously and sipped from her glass. There was a large knot forming in the pit of her stomach, and her hopes were to drown it. Another sip from her glass and she put it down, eyes on the thong in the middle of the table.

 

[ezwriter]

He saw his pretty prize across from him, lost in thought, hoping to lose herself in the wine. He spoke to her.

"Here we are on our first night out together and we're sitting silently like an old married couple. I was hoping we could learn a little more about each other my dear. Do you have questions for me? You must. Ask me three. Don't worry about being out of line. If they're inappropriate, I'll simply refuse to answer them or punish you for your impertinence."

 

[Calyxxx]

Three questions? Phyn thought hard about what to ask. Quickly she decided to keep to basics.

"Master, what is your name?"

 

[ezwriter]

To you my name is Master. While addressing in me in public you may call me Master or Sir provided you've been given permission to speak. I much prefer Master.

 

[Calyxxx]

Phyn nodded, understanding that he must not wish to reveal his true name to his slave. She moved on to her second question.

"Your age, Master?"

 

[ezwriter]

"I am 38 years old. Last question... and I hope it's better than the first two or we'll be sitting here like the old married couple again."