In a short while I had learned a lot at my Master's hands, and learned rather quickly of his dislikes and what was not acceptable. I had also learned of that side of him that few saw. This was the caring man who has a heart as big as the man himself. When this journey began I had asked for firmness and to be honest, I wasn't sure he could be the dominant person. He has one of the warmest natures about him I have ever seen. But then, of course, he also can be calm, and still make it perfectly clear that enough is enough. His exact words were, understanding, but firm; caring, but firm; and he was all of those.
Due to my mouth and attitude, I had suffered many punishments and humiliations in the process of becoming the submissive Master had desired. Most of these, I had brought on myself. This early fall morning, I snuggled beneath the warm covers and cuddled to my pillow. A brisk wind rang the windchimes outside the bedroom window, singing me a lullaby. The rustle of leaves could be heard mixing with the chime's sweet soft sounds.
Now I know that a slave is at the Master's beck and call anytime, day or night. Still, I was resting so peacefully when Master reached over and gently pinched my nipple that it shocked me. Unaware of what I was doing I smacked his hand aside. This in itself was reason enough to have gained me a firm spanking. Yet, Master only pinched again a little harder this time. I opened my eyes to find two dark deep brown eyes staring back and a grin on his face.
"Good morning, my sweet!"
"Oh, No, Master! It’s not time to get up already is it?" I moaned and stretched kicking back the covers and letting my nude body feel the coolness of the morning. Grabbing my covers, I slung them back over me. "Ahhhhhhh, its cold!" I said as I snuggled closer to Master and buried my head in his chest as he wrapped two big arms around me. There I lay till I fell back to sleep. The next sound was that of a chair being slid across the floor and the smell of fresh brewed coffee, bacon and eggs. This perked me right up!
"How sweet of you, Master! Breakfast in bed. This is a nice surprise!" I said as I scooted up in bed and my Master sat at my side and began feeding me bit by bit.
"I thought you deserved it. princess. You have come a long way since we started and this is to say in way that I am proud of you. However, there are a few issues we still have to deal with and will do so today," he stated as he fed me a bite of bacon.
A joy swelled up inside me. A smile covered my face and a gleam filled my dark brown eyes. There was nothing as sweet as the words, "proud of you," at least not in my book.
"Thank you Master, I do so love to hear those words."
"Eat up, little one, I am taking the day off and have a lot of things I want to do to and with you, my sweet princess. We are going to meet with some friends from out of town. They are coming in for a short visit in the city. I want you to be on your best behavior as he will also be bringing a slave with him."
"I shall, Master."
Soon after our shower, Master came in with a pail of warm water, a razor and shaving cream. It was time for my daily trimming, or should I say. skinning. I was as hairless as a newborn baby when Master finished each time. So soft and smooth, leaving only a clear view of my pouting pussy lips; soft, red and as usual, wet. As the dry towel ran across my delicate tissue, I giggled and squirmed and Master smiled back. The teasing continued for a few minutes.
"All right, princess, we must get on the ball and get ourselves dressed if we are to meet with them on time. I think a nice skirt, the one with the pockets cut out and that black shell with no underwear will do nicely. Also wear your crew socks and tennis shoes."
"Are you sure, Master? The tennis shoes and socks make me look like a child, not that I am much bigger than most third graders except for my chest," I stated.
"princess, what have you been told?"
"Sorry, Master. I know, do not question your decisions. I apologize, Master."
"Good girl, now please get dressed."
Master climbed into his freshly ironed black dress pants, a baby blue button up shirt, black dress shoes and matching belt. With his hair combed perfectly in place, he was ready for a day of fun. Yes, my Master seems a bit picky, not that I would say that to his face. He would frown upon it, as he puts it, "Not picky, princess, just neat."
Master, in his perfectly matched attire, and I, in my red pleated mini skirt, black shell, white socks and white tennis shoes (looking like a cheerleader of sorts) hit the road. The coolness of the morning hit my bare ass cheeks as I settled down into the leather seat covers of Master's car. I squirmed and saw a smile cross Masters face.
"Something wrong Princess?"
"Yes, Master. It's cold!"
"I suppose that is why those legs of mine are clamped together, little one?"
I hadn't realized it but, I was already starting the day off on the wrong foot as I spread my legs apart as I had been taught. Master had this habit of playing with my pussy while driving and keeping spread for him was my job; one I was already about to get fired from.
A blush covered my cheeks, "Forgive me, Master. I was not thinking."
"It is all right this time, princess, but let’s not let it happen again. I might be inclined to make that ass of mine a bit warm right here on the side of the road."
"Yes, Master. I will keep that in mind." As usual we had not gone far when I felt Masters warm hand slide beneath my skirt and lay on my clean-shaven mound. It seemed to fit perfectly in his huge hand. A gentle squeeze and a sigh emerged from my mouth.
"Master, if you keep that up I will have a wet spot on the back of my skirt. That would be a bit embarrassing Sir."
"Very true, my pet. However, you can always explain how it got there and start up a striking conversation in a heart beat," said Master with a grin. He always had a quick comeback to my less than adequate defense. Removing his hand from my pussy he held it up in front of me.
"princess, would you be so kind as to clean my fingers of your pussy juice?"
Reaching into the dash I retrieved a tissue and wiped his fingers clean. A look of question crossed his face. I smiled and tucked the tissue inside the trash bag in the floorboard.
"You know you really must get past this notion of "It tastes bad". Sooner or later you will be told to clean it with your tongue or to suck my cock after I have used that pussy. I have been patient, but it is wearing thin, princess."
"Oh, Master! I don't mind sucking that thick cock for you. I just don't like the smell or taste of female juices. Please, don't push it!" I said a bit of a growl in my voice.
"And if I command it done, Princess, then what?"
"You will not Master, because you are kind and would not do that."
"princess, that is not what I asked. Speak NOW!"
"Master, I... I don't know, I really would rather not. I might take the punishment instead."
"You think so, little one? We will see."
I did not like the way that "we will see" came out. There was a bit of determination in Master's tone. Master did not like to be challenged and this was exactly what this was in a way. Not that I meant it to be that way, but as you know, I do have a stubborn streak. I began to wonder if this trip had a purpose outside of just sharing a coffee with an old friend. I sat silently as Master began to squeeze and pinch my tits. The wetness between my legs grew with each passing moment. I could feel my juices easing downward to the crack of my ass making me all slick and messy.
"princess, today is a first of many to come and you will be dealing with exactly what you are told to do and without hesitation or question. I have been VERY patient with you but, today you will either honor me in front of my friend, Master Taylor, or you will be banished from my side forever. A promise was made by you to me and I will hold you to it. Do you remember that promise?"
"I promised not to question your decisions ever again and to do as told, Master."
"That's right, little one, you did. I care for you dearly but I have waited as long as I will for you to honor that promise. You have done well but as I said there are still things that you are rebellious about. That will come to an end today. Have I ever let you down?"
"No, Master, you have always kept your promises, or should I say, guarantees, and have always been there for me."
"Today you will prove to me if you intend on honoring your promise or if you will be leaving my service permanently. Is that understood, princess?" I sat and thought a moment. I did not want to leave my Master. The thought of it tore at my heart.
Clearing my throat, "Yes Master, I understand," I said softly.
Master Taylor was a man of about fifty-six, short with a bit of a thinning hair line. A bit on the bony side. His slave, Tatum, was the exact opposite; she was a little on the chubby side, with dark brown eyes and hair and a nice tan, but again she was like me, petite. They stood at the entrance to the restaurant where we were to meet them. We all walked inside and took a seat in the back of the restaurant. A glimmer danced about on the tabletop from the golden candle lamp. Tatum and I were seated in the middle between our Masters in the circular booth.
"princess, Sir L tells me that you are a very obedient submissive, is that true?" asked Master Taylor.
"Most of the time, Sir."
"I see, and do you always do as you are told, young lady?"
"Most of the time, yes, Sir. Sometimes I get a little out of character but Master puts me back in my place quickly," I replied.
"Well, today is a test day for you as well as Tatum. We are going to a nice quiet place for this testing and if either of you do not pass I think you know what will happen," declared Master Taylor as he looked over at Sir.
"Yes, Sir, I have been told," I replied a bit uneasy.
"So has Tatum. Now, we will enjoy a nice celebration dinner, or it might be a last meal for that matter depending on the outcome of the day," replied Master Taylor.
I looked over at Tatum and could tell she was not feeling any better than I was. She was worried, too. Once dinner was over we all headed out and ended up on a small yacht on the outskirts of town. As the solid ground floated out of sight, I wondered when I returned to set foot on it again if I would still be with my Master or not. Not a happy feeling.
Tatum and I sat silently listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the side of the boat and the constant hum of the motors. My Master and Master Taylor sat at the front of the boat talking and pointing in our direction.
"Do you know what they have in mind?" I asked Tatum.
"No, I was hoping you knew. Tell me, is your Master a hard man. princess?"
"Not normally. He is a kind man but doesn't put up with sass and if he says something, it’s something you can bank on. That is what worries me about this. I don't want to think he will turn me out but then again I also know he doesn't make idle threats." I said with a long drawn out sigh.
We were about forty miles out when the engines on the boat went dead and Tatum and I looked at each other. The test was about to begin. The sound of two throats clearing in harmony made both Tatum and me look up. Our Masters were motioning for us to enter the cabin.
"princess, today I am giving you to Master Taylor. You will do as he says and in the meantime I will take Tatum to play with. He will give me a report and if it’s unsatisfactory we will then go home pack your bags and send you back to your family. Is that clear, little one?"
"Yes, Master," I said almost sick to my stomach. I wanted to be with my Master, not this total stranger. Still I had little choice in the matter. Master took Tatum by the hand and lead her back upon deck leaving me with Taylor.
"Young lady, would you be so kind as to remove your clothes and lay on the bed on your stomach, please?"
I didn't reply just did as I was told. Master Taylor began to bind my wrist with the leather cuffs and attach each one to the ring above the bed, pulling my arms upward in a straining manner. Then I felt the spreader bar being placed between my ankles and the tightening of the bands on each ankle, holding me perfectly spread yet mobile enough so he could move me in the position he desired.
Wrapping a wide leather band around my waist and attaching it to a set of pulleys over head he lifted me off the bed enough to make my pussy level with his cock. A sudden sharp pain attacked my tender pussy.
"Oh, Shit!" I yelled a bit stunned.
Without any warning he rammed his short yet thick cock into my pussy, stretching it without mercy; no foreplay, no giving me time to adjust, just swift and hard, plum up to his balls. I whimpered a bit, MY Master always took a little time and prepared me for entry, but not Master Taylor.
"Tell me, my little play thing, how does that feel?"
"It hurt Sir, please go slow for a few minutes till I stretch a bit I am always tight at first." I replied.
A savage blow to my ass made me howl. "That, bitch, is for complaining. You are mine to do with as I see fit tonight. If I decide to fuck that tight hole without prior play you will take it. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir, absolutely clear. My mistake please forgive me."
I was beginning to wonder why Tatum stayed with a Master like this one. He was rude and not in the least bit caring. All he seemed interesting in was dishing out pain and receiving pleasure. Each time he thrust forward the chain I was dangling from sent me swinging about. Locking onto my pelvic bones he slammed deeper and deeper, relentless in his quest to bury his balls along with his cock inside me. Roughly he grabbed my dangling tits and squeezed and twisted the nipples until I cried out in agony. This seem to heighten his sexual desires as his thrusting became faster, the sound of his body smacking into my ass was loud. Soon I felt him squeeze my ass cheeks and his cock bouncing inside me, he was cumming at last.
Pulling his cock out he lowered the chain, rolled me onto my back and left me with my arms pulling upward again. Climbing upon each side of my head with his knee's planted on each side of my face he held his dripping cock in his hand.
"Time for you to clean up this mess you helped to create, slave."
"Please Sir, I . . . ," I stopped mid sentence. My Masters words again rung in my ear. I could not deny him what he asked for or he would give Master a bad report. Slowly I opened my mouth and tried not to think of where his cock had been. Try as I may, I still wanted to gag. Working as fast as I could, I cleaned his cock and thanked my lucky stars that it didn't make him hard again. The door to the cabin opened and Master and Tatum both naked walked over to the bed and sat down. Tatum was stroking Master’s cock with one hand and herself with the other as I lay helpless and watched. Master Taylor had left the room to get a breath of fresh air. Master climbed on the bed in front of me with his ass in front of my face and Tatum's ass in front of his cock now. I had a clear view of his cock disappearing between her fleshy folds. Watching as Master shoved his thick cock in and out of Tatum's hairless cunt. His big heavy balls smacking against her ass cheeks. I began to feel the need to touch myself as the sounds of my Master grew louder and as Tatum begged my Master to fuck her deep and hard.
"Oh Master, please release my hands so I might touch my pussy, please!" I begged.
He stopped his thrusting and turned his head toward me with his cock still buried in Tatum's soaking wet, glistening pussy. A smile covered his face.
"So that pussy of mine needs to feel a gentle touch does it, princess?"
"OH, YES, Master, please release my hands?"
"Did I put your hands in that position, princess?"
"No, Master."
"You will have to ask Master Taylor if he is through using your body before they come off. However I can take pity on you and have Tatum tease your clit if you desire?"
"No, Master. That is all right," I replied.
"I offer you help and you refuse. princess, I am not sure how to take that, little one," said Master in a dissatisfied voice.
"I can wait Master, thank you anyway."
Master turned and continued to use Tatum for his pleasure. I sat and watched and felt the moisture between my legs growing and oozing down my ass cheeks as I watched and bit into my lower lip, trying to squirm but that was impossible. Within minutes the familiar sound of my Master cumming filled the room, along with Tatum's moans as well. Pulling free of Tatum, Master and Tatum climbed off me and stood facing each other. She with her head straight her eyes cast downward.
"Did I please you, Sir?" she asked.
"Very much so, Tatum, now please return to your Master and tell him I said you did well," As she turned to leave my Master smacked her plump ass as she padded away. Turning he looked at me.
"princess, I have a task for you. Please clean my cock with your mouth and do a good job of it."
I couldn't believe my ears. "Do you know where that cock has been?" rang out in my head. I started to say something but the look in his eyes was one of concern, I think he was waiting to see just how much he meant to me after the conversation earlier. I placed a smile on my lips and then opened my mouth inviting him to enter. Surprisingly it wasn't as bad as I thought. I pretended I was eating an ice cream and it was covered in chocolate. Well, it worked and that was all that counted.
A smile crossed Master's face as he leaned over and kissed me on the lips gently. "Now, that is my precious little one that I love and hold dear." Oh how sweet they were, the words, filled with warmth. I smiled back, something about seeing him smile and seeing him pleased makes me feel so good I can’t begin to explain. I guess that is what makes a sub a sub; the sheer joy of pleasing.
Master walked to the doorway and hollered out to Master Taylor. "Are we done for the day?"
"We are, and are there any complaints with Tatum?" inquired Master Taylor.
"None, and what about princess?" asked Master.
"No, she is very well behaved. Thank you for letting me have use of her for a bit," replied Master Taylor.
My heart felt a sudden burden lifted. I now knew I would be returning to "MY" Masters home. To his bed and to my life with him. Master returned and released me from my bonds. Picked me up and held me close inside his strong arms. What a nice place to be!
We were almost home when Master pulled over to the side of the road and opened the dash. Pulling out a small nicely wrapped package with a pretty pink bow. "Here, princess, a little something for you."
Tearing into it like a child at Xmas, I found what looked like an old fashioned key only it was shiny and gold tone. It was engraved, "The key to my heart is your submission to me". I placed it on my neck for the world to see. That is where it belonged, and were it would remain. I had overcome a fear, pleased my Master and been rewarded, what more could a submissive require out of life. I had it all . . .
by Misty Angel77
© Copyright1997