As ordered I arrive at your house at exactly 7PM. I’m dressed only in my
high heels, nipple clamps, and service collar. My pussy is completely bald
and perfumed nicely. My hair is tied tightly in a bun and I have little to
no makeup on because I know you like “The Natural Look”. I ring the doorbell
three times in rapid succession per your instructions.
I am unsure of what to expect. Slowly I open the door and walk in. The
house is very dark. A trail of candles offers the only available light. I
can’t tell where it is leading. I carefully follow the lights. My heart
quickens with anticipation and excitement. A few turns pass and I realize
that the candles are beckoning me to your bedroom. I’ve never been permitted
into your bedroom; always serving in our special room in the basement. My
heart skips several beats as I approach your sacred bedroom. I round the
last corner and I see a long hallway. A table sits at my end.
There is a note with a few toys. It reads, “Prepare and enter the last
bedroom on the left”. I see a very large butt plug, anal lube, ankle and
wrist cuffs. I “Prepare” by placing the butt plug in my ass having lubed it
up. Since day one of service to you, I have been trained as a pleasure slut.
I have been enabled to take a large butt plug in my ass without pain. After
all, “Pain is pleasure”. That was lesson one.
Next, I place the ankle and wrist cuffs around me.
Lastly, I check myself in the small mirror that hangs on the wall by the
table. Perfection! Just as you like it.
I walk down the long hallway until I come to the door. I knock three times
in rapid succession, awaiting your reply. I hear a faint, “Enter” and obey.
As the rest of the house, the bedroom is lit by about a hundred candles
spread throughout the bedroom. All I can see are shadows of things in the
bedroom, but no detail. I can barely make out your face and the face of … –
another slave perhaps? You order me near. Your voice is my guide. I reach
out and listen for your voice. Very quickly, I find you in the dark,
recognizing the feel of your manly chest.
You kiss me passionately, grabbing and releasing the bun in my hair if only
to then recapture my hair and pull it tight. So tight; I can’t help but go
in that direction. I feel myself as I fall to my knees. I know now. You
want to inspect me to see that I obeyed every instruction given. I am
confident. I obediently position myself on all fours and spread my legs as
far apart as I can. I can feel the butt plug move tickling my insides. I
feel myself becoming excited, and yet I hold off because I was not permitted
to cum.
I sense you and the other slave move around me. I feel your eyes upon me
although I am unable to see them. I smell you; and it smells wonderful. You
stop in front of me. I know this is the signal for me to begin servicing
you. I place your massive cock in my mouth and begin to lick it. I feel
every ridge, every vein, and if feels wonderful. I place my hand on your
manhood and begin my ministrations. I guide my hand up and down your
hardness along with my mouth. I feel it getting wet, slippery growing in my
mouth. I so love how it grows in my mouth. I love making it so big that it
stretches my mouth and throat.
Suddenly, I also feel a strange set of hands. I know that for sure that
these smaller, more delicate hands are not yours. Yet these new hands
continue to explore my body, progressing along my back to my ass. While
hands explore, I continue, without interruption, serving my Master. I feel
hands reach my ass, tease me with the butt plug, pulling it out slightly
then pushing it in again so hard that I am forced to go further down on my
Master. A rhythm forms. Only then, do I feel the strange hands pull on my
nipples clamps.
I want to scream but I know that would bring instant, severe punishment.
Every time clamps are pulled I break rhythm. Hands sense this and I am
spanked until I feel and resume the rhythm and feel the pleasure of the
hands again exploring me.
A soft moan escapes my lips. Hands creep to my belly. I avoid laughing as
the hands explore it, a very sensitive area. After nerve wracking moments
the hands move to my pussy and I think “Oh god, please don’t make me cum.” I
distract my thoughts from the pleasures that provoke my body to avoid
cumming. But these hands are so insistent, seeking for me to be punished by
Master. They play in and around my pussy so delicately and so expertly.
Suddenly I feel a swelling in my stomach. I know I’m about to cum and I pray
that Master will be merciful. Suddenly, the hands pull away.
“Oh thank god, just in time” I look up at Master and he smiles at me with a
big smile. I know he is proud of me. Master pulls away from me still fully
erect. Apparently he’s not ready to cum in my mouth yet.
He looks at me and says, “Excellent, slut. Although it took you awhile to
find the rhythm, I am very pleased. ”
“Thank you, Master”, I reply.
Master, then attaches a leash to my collar and beckons me to the far side of
the room. Since my eyes have finally adjusted, I can see a little more
detail in the room, but not much. I see a white sheet laid on the floor. At
each corner of the sheet, I can see hooks. I crawl over the sheet as lead by
my Master.
“Lay down. Breast side up”, he commands. I comply immediately by laying down
breast side up and spreading arms and legs. The other slave quickly attaches
my hands and feet to the hooks. I can barely move. I am completely helpless
and yet very safe. I try to wiggle out of the restraints, but it is no use.
Master kneels down before me and places his still erect cock in my mouth.
And once again, the new slave is in between my legs playing with my pussy.
This time something is different. I feel warmth slowly dripping on my
stomach. At first it’s hot but then it quickly cools and hardens. I try to
look down at my stomach, but my vision is blocked by my master. Slowly the
drips move down my stomach to my bare slit. I want to scream, but my
master’s cock prevents them. I suck even harder; swallowing every inch of
his massive cock. I close my eyes again and focus on pleasing Master. The
drips become hotter. I try to close my legs, but the restraints prevent it.
I try to move my hips away, but it’s no use. I’m stuck. My focus returns to
master. He is so huge right now – I can barely move my tongue around. The
drips move back up my stomach and move to my breasts – hitting nipples dead
on. I want to scream, but instead I shiver…it finally begins to feel good.
With my eyes I beg master for more and he nods approvingly. Gradually, the
drips become more intense. I feel my breasts being covered by the stuff. It
feels so good! I beg Master for more. Before I know it, I’m completely
covered by a cocoon of this stuff, almost from head to toe. I can’t move. I
can barely breathe, and yet I’m very excited.
Master takes his cock out of my mouth and moves down between my legs. He
still hasn’t released his juices. Surely, he is about ready to explode. I
can feel his tongue on the little slit of pussy that hasn’t been covered by
this stuff -whatever it is. I want to push myself onto his tongue but I
cannot move. I’m completely surrounded. Master digs his tongue deep into my
hole. Faster and faster he thrusts. I feel the tongue invading my body. I
wish I could scream or cum or do something! But I am stuck. With every
thrust, I try to dig his tongue even deeper inside.
Finally, I feel the cocoon starting to crack. It must have been all of that
thrusting. It feels so good to be able to move even a little bit. Master
sees the cocoon has cracked and smacks my pussy really hard. He points to my
head and directs the other slave to move to my head. My face is covered in
pussy! I can’t help but breathe it in. It smells so sweet and wonderful. I
try to reach out to it with my tongue. As I reach the nectar, that familiar
delicate hand reaches down and starts playing with my pussy. I am in heaven!
Screaming is futile so I just suck the sweet pussy that is on top of me. I
can feel the pussy twitch as I dig deep inside, teasing the clit with my
tongue, biting ever so gently on pussy lips. Mmmm! I can taste the pre-cum
juices dripping into my mouth. Juices are sweet! Fuck, I want even more!
Finally, she cums in my mouth and I swallow every bit. She collapses on top
of me with her pussy still in my face. I can’t help but smile.
As she rises, I give her one last loving lick. She giggles. I lay my head
down and wonder what is in store next. I don’t have to wait long because I
can feel something scraping along my inner thigh. I can’t see it, but I have
a feeling Master is using a knife on me. Then there are two of them along my
legs. I squirm but cannot escape the restraints. I feel the knife move up my
body ignoring sensitive areas. The knife moves and I feel cool air touch
newly exposed skin. It feels wonderful. I’ve never felt anything like it.
“Oh god, please don’t let me cum. Please not without permission”, I beg
myself. Only pieces of the wax remain around pussy and breasts. Master’s
powerful hands caress me. God, that feels so good! My skin tingles! Master
makes his way down to my pussy. He applies more of the wax so that the hole
is completely covered. He orders the other slave to again sit on my face but
says I am not allowed to pleasure her. Under her pussy lips, I frown knowing
Master can’t see it. As she sits on my face, Master undoes my restraints. I
am confused, but don’t move. Master then rolls me over onto my back. Gawd,
even the sheet feels good on my skin. Master refastens my restrains. And the
process begins all over again.