Horizons Bespoken
By
NamasteMaster
(MF, MFF. FF, very romantic, slow beginning crescending hotter,
consensual heavy BDSM, edgework, needles, heavy beatings, caution,
menstrual play)
Copyright © 2002, NamasteMaster. ALL Rights Reserved
All day Friday was like a dream. After one year one month and sixteen
days, my Master was finally coming to meet and be with me for our first
weekend together. First weekend? Actually our first face-to-face meeting
together, ever. Wow.
When he first contact me by answering an ad I had placed, I had made it
very clear I wanted to go slow. Actually after the first few emails I
wanted things to accelerate much faster, but my Master being the perfect
gentleman that he is insisted that we let things develop as they will.
From tons of emails to tons of phone calls and now finally, a knock-knock
at my door.
"Just a minute!" I yelled as my hands busily finish the last little bit
straightening the couch cushions. Let my Master be for real as I've come
to know him over the past year, please let him be as for real.
He raps the door again, this time a little harder. Not that he's
impatient, not but very little, but yes he is insistent, he knows what he
wants, always.
"Linda, you home?"
"Yes Master, I'm coming, just a moment!"
The door opens to the most beautiful I have ever seen in my life.
Beautiful because he is mine, -my- Master.
I have to admit that at first I was a little hesitant because of our age
difference, that did give me pause the first couple of emails he sent me.
Being age 22 then to his 45, it was natural of me to wonder about, well,
his energy level, his overall health, what it might like to grow with
him. As our communications increased, so did my realization the he wasn't
45 going on 46, more like he was 25 going on 26, at least from all aspects
save the purely chronological.
He has a bouquet of dozen roses in one hand and a bottle of Couviosier
brandy in the other, his suitcase at his feet. That smile, that smile of
his which melted my heart the first time he sent me the first photo of
himself. That smile, that hair, those eyes. Our lips meet. His arms
surround me. Our eyes meet as our tongues exchange pleasantries. The
thorns of love from the roses press into my back through my thin blouse as
he not-so-un-deliberately grinds them into me as he pulls me tighter to
him.
"Linda, God, how I've waited, how long I have waited for today to
happen; I love you so much, dearest pet! My dearest slave."
"I love you to, my Master."
Our kiss resumes and holds its space within the boundaries of the front
doorway. His hand finds my bottom, squeezes it, then without warning
scoops down a little more as my tall (six five) and strong Master picks me
up off the floor, my arms wrapping tighter around his neck, and carries me
over the threshold. I didn't expect that.
"I have to carry my new bride over the threshold of our new home" my
obviously pleased but puzzled look at him eliciting his words.
"But, Master, we're not yet."
"No, Pet, we're not, but we will be, when I decide it's time, so as far
as I'm concerned, we are husband and wife, Master and slave, as of today."
"You are my Master" words dreamily float from my lips.
From Day One he had told me that I would fall in love with him, that we
would be together, and we would eventually get married. This despite the
fact he was already then. Married, and happily, more or less so,
to a and slave he lived with in a 24/7/365 BDSM lifestyle marriage and
who loved him almost as unconditionally as I do but who was sickly having
major health problems and who didn't have long to live. She gave her
blessings to his search for someone who could make him happy after she was
gone, and most fortunate for me Master picked me. I was still concerned
that she having died just a month prior that he wasn't through grieving for
her, but if he wasn't I couldn't tell.
He gently slid me down on the couch and scooted atop me before going
back to retrieve his suitcase from the landing outside the front door,
closing and locking it before coming back to me. My wetness from sheer
anticipation was making my damp. Pulling me up and to his lap, our
kissing resumed in earnest, sweet murmurings of love and commitments now
and to come purring from our lips. His previous had searched for her
one true Master since she was my age originally, taking twenty-some years
to find my Master and marry him only to have her health fail and leave him
prematurely. Master's members lived a long long time typically, so
I knew that our life together would be long and healthy and happy.
"I have something to give you, Linda" a ring box coming from his pants
pocket.
"Yes; yes!" I cried before he even opened the box.
"Well, I'm glad you like it, dear-y, it's just a little something I
found at an estate sale" a beautiful but non-diamond non-engagement ring of
white gold and turquoise gleaming back at me. What the? Master does have
a wicked sense of humor, I have learned that over the past months.
"Let me go get a vase to put the flowers in" I bark back worming my way
from him on the couch, trying to hide my disappointment.
"Is everything okay?"
"Sure, Harold" my calling him by his familiar meant as a tiny slam and
he knew it "everything's fine".
His grin was ear-to-ear when I came back roses a-vased. He was a
terrible liar, even as a joke. He was definitely up to something. What I
knew not, but something.
"C'mere, silly slave, kiss me some more."
I pretended to fight his advances a little just to get his passion up.
"I said kiss me, now, slave!" as he pulled me into him once again and
started ripping at my clothes as he suckfaced me as hard as he could.
"Yes Master"
I didn't know or care what he had planned for me this weekend. This was
our crux weekend. A weekend where after having invested the past year of
our lives to each other, we would see if everything was still exactly what
we both wanted. If it wasn't, if the chemistry wasn't right on Sunday
night, we would never again be friends, lovers, or no-limits power exchange
partners.
"Let's go to the bedroom, now, slave" a button pulled loose from my
blouse hitting the floor as he again swept me off my feet and headed
towards the back of my apartment.
"No, Master, not this room, it's for storage, down and to the right" I
couldn't help but giggle a little at him as he made his way down the hall
cradling me in his arms.
He plopped me on the edge of the bed and simultaneously plopped his cock
out. It was fully erect already and even bigger looking than it was in the
photos he had sent me over time. God, he wasn't kidding. It had to be at
least eight inches long. My was relatively shallow. I knew it was
going to be like fucking a large or small horse. I knew he was going
to mercilessly pound my cervix until I cried out for him to stop because it
hurt so bad, and knew he wouldn't, not until he was finished pleasing
himself. I couldn't wait.
"Suck it, slave."
His cock tasted lightly of germicidal soap. He had taken a bath before
driving up. What a wonderfully considerate Master! His hands held my head
and began pushing and pulling on it as my suck of him became a mouthfuck.
My eyes looked up to meet his. Fires of passion and lust and pure Mastery
swirled inside them.
"Stand up, slave, and strip!" I didn't need any encouragement. I was
his to do with as he willed.
What was left of my blouse was torn off, then my jeans and now-soaked
from my cyprinnal liquid lust hit the floor as well. My mind raced
with a thousand things he might do me next. A good hard over-the-knee
spanking? Or a wicked caning? Or something edgy, like IV needles through
my nipples or even taking a scalpel I knew was in his suitcase and cutting
on my willing flesh his mark? Nothing of the kind.
Instead, we eased on the bed together, his much larger frame pressing
down on mine as I lay under him, his cock sliding almost too easily inside
me, my wetness providing an excess of lubrication. Then a slow, rocking
forward rocking back fuck of me began. His arms slipped under my
shoulders. Our faces millimeters apart. Our eyes locking gazes. Our lips
kissing. And that cock of his filling my slavespace inside me, totally.
And filled me. And filled me. And filled me. An hour passed and he
didn't break rhythm a single time. After two solid hours of him being on
top I whispered to him that I needed to shift my legs a little and he let
me, which also had the unintended consequence of letting him deeper insider
me to where the occasional poking of my cervix by his member happened now
on every single stroke, his cockhead ramming into it feeling like a hard
poke in the eye at first then just plain pain. Wonderful. Simply
wonderful. Something I had waited all my life for, and now it was my
reality. Then three hours. Geez! Master had told me he was hypersexual
and what it meant, and not that I didn't believe him, but since I had never
had a last for thirty minutes let alone three hours, I really didn't
know he meant, what it would feel like.
"Linda, did you make the reservations I asked you to make?"
"Yes Master" I whispered back to him as he continued his grind atop me
and the clock read seven-o-eight.
"Good, let's get up and go; eight-o-clock reservations, correct?"
"Yes Master."
I navigated him through the back streets of Richmond from my garden
apartment downtown and then out of the downtown loop a little to Richard's
Steakhouse over on Greene Street.
"I'm starved, Linda, hope you're hungry too."
"Yes, Harold, I'm very hungry.; even more now, after that wonderful time
you gave me as a welcoming gift."
"Uh-hu" was all he replied, or needed to.
He ordered for me, an au jus ribeye just like his, just like I had
recommended he order, having eaten at Richard's several times before. We
snuggled close to each other in our booth in the dark back corner near the
door to the private dining room. We kissed between bites of steak and each
other.
"You are even more beautiful in person than any of the photos you sent
me, Pet."
"Thank you, Master."
"Harold" he quickly corrected as our waiter stopped for a second to
refill our tea glasses before moving on "always remember to call me my
given name when in public; discretion is always a must in our lifestlye, my
pet."
"Yes, M'm'm, yes Harold."
"Very good, slave, very good" his wicked grin flashing at me.
I thought he was going to make me give him a under the table
after our desserts for his nice final dessert, which I would have, I am his
slave and would and will do anything he tells me to do, but no such luck.
Back at our, yes, it was quickly becoming "our" as opposed to "my"
apartment, he opened the bottle of brandy he had brought as such a
thoughtful gift and we snuggled back down on the couch once again, trading
sips from each other's snifters.
"I am sssooo very much in love with you, Linda."
"And I am so in love with you, my Master." both of us just giggling a
little under our breaths.
"Take my bag to your bedroom."
"Shall I unpack it for you, Master?"
"No thank you, slave, just place it on your rocking chair near the
chest-of-drawers; I'll be in shortly."
I heard him make a quick call from the cordless in the kitchen, then
heard his feet pattering down the hall towards to the bedroom. Coming up
from behind me as finished making the bed, he pulled me close to him once
again with a "Linda, you do make me so very happy" lightly in my ear.
"You make me so happy to, Master."
"Good; I'm glad I do; now strip, and let's go to bed for the night."
He eased beside me and placed my hands on his cock as we snuggled under
the covers.
"Make me hard, now."
I gently masturbated him until he was almost fully hard, he stopping me
with a "now you lay on your back and for me, legs open, I want
to watch you."
"Yes Master."
Tossing the covers to one side, I spread my legs as wide as I could for
him as my hand found my clit and a couple of fingers began a slow frig of
my still-sopping-wet cunt. Anything for my love. He kneeled beside me and
slowly jacked off near my face, teasing me, not letting me suck it despite
me turning towards him to do so.
"Now lubricate a finger with your saliva, slave, and shove it in your
ass, finger-fuck your asshole" my heading nodding compliance.
Scooting around me to be between my legs, he forced his cock inside my
pussy while my digit probed my own asshole. God, how wonderful. Then he
pulled my hand away and adding a little of his own spittal lubrication to
his cock to combine with my vaginal juices, moved my hand away and rammed
it up my asshole. God, how totally fucking wonderful. He wasn't holding
back. He didn't need to. Pushing my legs over and towards my head, he
exposed even a better angle for penetrating it and rammed it all the way
in, all eight inches, something he couldn't do with my relatively shallow
vaginal tunnel. He wasn't holding back. I could see him tensing up. My
second ever assfuck and he was assfucking me to no end. God, it so
bad, so wonderfully, what an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. His eyes
got a wild look about them. No three hour assfucking session for Master.
Lunging forward to hold me tighter to him as I lay under him, his cock
pumped its seed deep into my ass, its flesh literally throbbing inside me.
"God, Linda, you were wonderful, you really are a no-limits slave."
"I'm -your- no-limits slave, Master."
"Yes, you are; go get a warm washcloth and clean me up."
I lovingly cleaned my Master up as he lay back already almost
half-asleep on my, our, bed. His cock still was half hard. I wanted him
so badly again right then. Finishing drying him off after washing and
rinsing, he cracked one eye open enough to make eye contact with me, with a
"yes, slave, good slave, you may suck me off now until I fall asleep."
My Master purring then snoring beside me as his three-quarters hard
filled my mouth pleasantly, I wiggled up beside me and he sleepily threw
his arms around me, pulling me close to him.
++++++++++++++++++++
"Hey slave, whatcha gonna' fix for breakfast?"
I felt like reflexively snapping back "whatever McDonald's has on the
menu for you, asshole!", a learned response from a time or two in the past
when I've heard a similar comment at a similar time, but I didn't say it. I
just smiled my sweetest smile at my sweetest of Masters.
"Whatever my Master wishes."
"Hey, Linda, my love, I was just kidding; want to go to McDonald's for
breakfast?"
"Sure, Master! Actually, Rosie's Cafe over on 7th, just three blocks
away, is where I normally get breakfast on weekdays before going to work."
"Sounds good, let's go there; remember, heavy BDSM play can cause hard
physical reactions, so eat enough but not too much, don't want you throwing
up on me later, okay?"
"Absolutely not, Master."
George, who actually owns Rosie's and whom I've come to know as an
acquaintance, saw me come in and waited on me himself.
"And who's this, Linda, your long-lost brother?" he kidded as he fished
the order book from his back pocket.
"No, actually, George, this is Harold, my fiancé'."
"Good to meet you, Harold."
"You too, George."
"This is one special lady you have here, Harold; she eats two thousand
calories per day here, and never gains a pound, you take care of her,
'here?"
"I will George, I will, promise" Master laughed.
As easy as our conversation had been at Rosie's, we talking about all
the things we had talked about over and over again in email about and love and future and everything but which seemed all new because we were
together in the real world not the cyber or phone one, not a single word
was spoken during the five minute ride back to my, our, apartment. Master
smiled me when I would steal a glance at him, but he didn't speak, and as
his slave it's not my place to initiate conversation unless something
really needs to be said, which nothing right then did.
"Is everything ready for four o'clock?" he asked as the odor of a pretty
bad male bowel movement trailed behind him as he came out of the master
bath adjacent from our master bedroom.
"Yes Master, she'll be here as promised."
"And she knows all the details?"
"Yes, Harold" shooting a mild bit of irritation my love's way "she knows
and is eager, she'll be here, she can hardly wait."
"Good girl; now, let's begin our play session in earnest; ready?" me
nodding "yes".
Throwing his suitcase on the bed, he started just pulling stuff out and
letting it land on the bed where it may.
"Linda, I'm going to test your thresholds now; first, strip"
He fiddled with some ropes and stuff as my top and slacks came off and I
stood before him for a full two or three minutes before he noticed me
again.
"Now you first lesson is obedience; go stand in the corner for the next
few minutes; I'll let you know when your punishment is over; when I say
strip, I mean strip, just as when I say anything you are to comply fully;
do you know why you're being punished, slave?"
"Because I didn't remove my panties, Master, and so I'm not naked enough
for you?"
"Yes, and your shoes, you didn't remove your shoes either; now go stand
in the corner."
I stood in the corner for a full minute before feeling the sting of his
bare hand on my bottom, which actually felt good. I am such a painslut,
and I know it, Master knows it too. He was just getting my attention.
Three or four more hard assslaps before he roughly shoved me harder into
the corner, squishing me as he did.
"The corner, dammit slave, I told you to stand -in- the corner, not near
it!"
"Yes Master."
I contemplated my disappointing him. I really didn't mean to, but I was
new at all this real life Master-slave stuff and he was much more
experienced than me. He could cut me some more slack if he wanted to. I
didn't hear him leave, but did hear the in the living room come on after
a few minutes. And I stood. I stood for what seemed like an hour in the
corner, my nose close to the walls. My feet were getting tired, so I
shifted my weight a little and inched backwards just six inches or so, then
from nowhere felt the sting of whip across my back. Master obviously was
not still in the living room watching TV.
"Dammit, Linda, I told you from the moment one of our relationship that
this wasn't a game for me and if you weren't as serious as I was, if it
wasn't a game for you, then we could call the whole thing off; you wanna
call the whole thing off right now?!?"
"No Master; I love you, you are my one true Master, I live to serve only
you, I love only you."
"Then, dammit it all Linda, start acting like my slave, obey me, dammit
dammit dammit!"
"Yes Master, I promise to do better, promise."
"Well, okay. Now on your knees and crawl over here."
When I made the fifteen feet of distance between the corner and where he
was sitting on the edge of the bed, he was now as naked as I was but his
cock was limp. He was still obviously mad with me. Bending down a little
he kissed me lightly on the lips. No tongue action.
"How do you feel?"
"Scared, Master."
"Scared? Scared of what? Scared of all the pain you'll be receiving
shortly?"
"No Master, scared of not pleasing you, scared of not being your perfect
slave."
"Correct answer, slave. Now, stand up, it's time to begin."
First he clipped lots of clothespins on my 34C and perky which I am so proud of and which are for my Master's pleasure as is the
rest of me body and soul. Then some on my labia as he spread my legs apart
enough to get to my vaginal lips. They didn't hurt. He seemed a little
disappointed that they didn't. But they really didn't.
Next he clamped each in some sort of homemade wooden vice
consisting of two pieces of wood with nuts and bolts on either end to apply
compression. I had seen such devices pictured in usenet group photos
before. A little uncomfortable, but again not really hurting, even when he
screwed them as tightly as he could. That seemed to irritate him even
more.
"They don't hurt?"
"No Master, they really don't."
"Hhhhmmmmm.
He broke out four or five sterile IV-type needles from their packs.
Taking one, he slid it in from one side of my left nipple to the other,
just under the skin. I definitely felt that. I felt it even more when he
put two more in me, creating a star pattern of needles underneath my
nipple, and playfully twisted and slapped at my breast. My adrenaline rose
with the pain.
"Does that hurt, slave?"
"Yes Master, they hurt."
"Good or bad hurt?"
"Feel for yourself, dammit" my uppity-slave side of me which he claimed
to love coming to the surface for the first time. Time to see if he was
for real as he claimed to be. Shoving his hand in my cunt, it came out
wet, he licking it to taste my arousal.
"Hhmmm, nice, good then."
"Yes, good hurt; I am a painslut, I am your painslut, Master."
"Yes you are, yes you are."
Removing the needles from my breast, he handcuffed my wrists and took me
over to the closet door where he hung some sort of hook that fit over top
of the door and using a length of rope strung me up like a cow carcass on a
slaughterhouse line waiting to be processed. He was as experience as he
claimed to be, yes indeed.
My arms strung high, the next hour or more was an series of pain
accouterments too numerous to count. I know he used at least a o'nine
tails, a bullwhip, a leather paddle, a razor strap, and a short rattan cane
on me front and back from knees to neck, all the while ordering me to tell
him what I was thinking as he without pity or much passion, this was an
exploration of me for his own benefit more than mine I think, worked my
body over and over with all kinds of pain-giving instruments until my knees
became weak and my stomach weaker and my bladder weaker still and I wet
myself a little, a trickle of stale running down my leg. I was
worried that this would make him angry but it didn't.
"It's okay Linda, I pushed you very hard for over an hour, it's okay,
why dont' you go get a quick shower?"
The hot water felt great, washing the grime of spent lust from my body,
telling me exactly where every bruise and mark on me was in the bargain.
My perfect, perfect Master. The shower door opened and in stepped in guess
who.
"Feel good, slave, the shower making you feel better?"
"Yes Master, thank you, it does."
"Good, turn around."
Not knowing what to expect but not caring either, no limits means no
limits, I felt a trickle of stinging salty hit my asscheeks and make
alive the feeling of pain anew where the rattan had lightly cut just barely
the top layer of flesh on them. Yikes, that did hurt, and not one hundred
percent good hurt, either. My master, my master.
"Thank you, Master" I cooed as he finished his scent on my cuts.
"You are welcome, slave."
Finishing toweling off, Master was waiting for me on the bed as I made
my way back in. He patted the bed next to him. I sat down close to him
and we talked some more, mainly about what he had just to me, picking my
brain about all the emotions now swirling inside me.
"Are you sure you are happy, Linda, that this is what you've always
wanted?"
"Yes Master, this is exactly what I've always wanted; I couldn't be
happier."
"Good. Now, suck my cock."
My master, my perfect master. As he stretched out to get comfortable, I
slowly him off once more. Hopefully a thousand, ten thousand more
times him off to come as the arc of our lives were lived together
as husband and and Master and slave. A short buggy whip flicked my
back and very tender behind as my of him continued, his control of
the speed and power and angle of the whip being as perfect as I knew it
would be, causing immense pain but very little physical damage.
"Master?" I gurgled out between deepthroat sucks.
"Yes, slave?"
"When are you going to give me my piercings and my cuttings?"
"Probably not until later tonight or tomorrow."
"But Master, we only have today and tomorrow together for another month
or more; can't I have them now?"
"No slave, not now. Tell you what, it's almost lunch, finish me
off then go fix us some lunch, and let me think about it. Maybe this
afternoon, maybe when Kay comes over."
"Thank you Master, thanks for indulging your uppity slave" he just
smiling back at me as his legs stiffened and my mouth was filled with
lunch's appetizer.
Master wolfed down the ham and turkey club sandwiches I fixed for him as
he focused on some basketball game on the tube, paying little
attention to me as I served him. Served him well, will try to serve him
well forever.
Two hours later a fart not from me was let as we snuggled close together
naked on the couch and his stomach rumbled and he nudged me aside to get up
to go to the bathroom, a trail of peppy-le-peui once again following behind
him as he came back to the living room. Two-thirty. Kay would be over
soon around four. I wanted to play some more before she got here, but knew
better than to be -that- uppity and ask. Or should I?
"Master?"
"Yes Linda?"
"Can we play some more before Kay comes over? Is it wrong for me to ask
of you this?"
"No, slave, it's not. You have fulfilled every command so far as a good
no-limits slave should, so sure, we can play some before she gets here.
Let's go back to the bedroom."
Back in the bedroom he borrowed my small hand mirror off the dressed and
had me examine my labia in detail, made me look at every little fold and
dimple on them, every freckle and pimple and all. Why, I have no clue.
Then he tied my hands behind back, blindfolded me, gagged me and pushed me
back on the bed.
Without warning, I felt one of the IV needles stick my labia. Then
another stick then another and another and another, each time the needle
going so deep inside through my flesh to where I thought Master was doing
permanent damage to me. But it was oh-so delicious I didn't want it to
stop. But it did, but only for a moment. Then a rapid-fire succession not
needle pricks but needle piercings into my labia, so many, so very many
that I passed out for a moment, regaining consciousness only when Master
removed my blindfold and gag.
Handing me the hand mirror with a "take a look at your cunt, now, slave"
I expected to see what would amount to raw hamburger hanging between my
legs where my once intact vaginal lips had been. But there was nothing.
At least there was no obvious damage. No blood, and only a four or five of
very faint needle marks when I knew he had to have shoved the needle into
my cuntlips at least a couple of hundred or more times. My jaw slackened
with disbelief. Making eye contact with Master, he just grinned a very
self-satisfied "see, I am as good as this as I told you I am!" look back at
me.
"Thank you Master, for that wonderful experience!"
He just smiled back at me as he pulled me close to him and we lay on the
bed together once more, hugging each other close, smooching once more. A
for real Master that loves to innocently smooch. A slave couldn't ask for
more.
Then a distant light knock on the front door.
"It's Kay, darling, I'll get it." calling my darling darling for the
first time ever as I threw a towel around me and hurried to the door.
Kay had been my best friend since I moved to Richmond when I was
eighteen. Unlike my tall (5'8") and and busty self, Kay was
short-ish (5'2") and and 32A or less flat chested. Being four
years than me she had legal ID back then to get us into clubs and buy
alcohol which along with my fake ID which never was questioned because of
my looks, I should say my tits, which I then used as bait to help get us
both the best looking available
We had kissed a couple of times in bars just to tease some off but
never had done anything close to a full blown scene. When Harold
came into my life she knew about him two hours after I did, and had been
very supportive and non-judgmental about my wanting and needing a Master
who could fulfill all my needs not just some of them. When I told Master
about this one fantasy scenario I had always had buried deep inside me, he
encouraged me to try to find someone to help fulfill it, if/when he and I
ever got close to meeting in real life.
A few weeks ago, when it was apparent that we were going to meet and
play in real life, I told him about Kay, and he agreed that it would be
worth a shot to at least ask her, considering she sounded almost as "wild"
as I was. He also admonished me not to risk our, hers and mine, friendship
by asking her, unless I was 100% certain she could go for it. I was, so I
asked, and she said yes.
Master came out from the bedroom with a pair of hiking shorts he wore as
loungeware and an navy blue golf shirt.
"Harold; Master, this is Kay, Kay this is Harold, my Master."
"Good to meet you!"
"Good to meet you too!" as Master pulled Kay close to him, holding her
hands in his as he kissed her sisterly on the cheek, they just standing
there close in front of each other gazing into each other's eyes, silent
for a long moment before he spoke once more.
"Kay, are you sure you want to go through with this, this is what you
want?"
"Yes, Harold, it is. Linda's my best friend, and if I can help her
fantasy come true, then yes, this is what I want."
"Shall we get started then? Let's all go to the bedroom."
Kay grinned when she saw all the toys and pain implements scattered on
the bed. She took the razor strap and playfully lightly popped her open
palm with it. Master equally playfully took it from her, stripped the
towel from my body, had me turn around and grab my knees, then popped my
rear with it several times as Kay giggled with delight as she stood next to
him.
"Turn around, slave" I complying immediately "so, you two have never
seen each other naked, hhhmmm?"
"That's right, Harold, this is the first time. I have to admit I've
been wanting to see those perfect of hers ever since we met."
"Not only can you see them, Kay, they're right here for you to see all
you want, but you may play with them, suck them, bite them, hit them with
any of my play toys, do anything you wish with them; not just them, but
your friend's body as well; Linda is yours to do with as you wish."
almost started dripping down my leg as Kay approached me. Master's
first before his second now-deceased had been bi and he was
experienced in having two women at once but being touched by another woman
let alone my best friend Kay was something new to me altogether.
Kay's mouth found my right nipple and it sweetly. Sweetly for a
moment, then lightly bit it, grinding my nipple between her teeth. Master
smiled. He knew what she was doing. Her lips then found mine and we
kissed. God, I had waited for this for so long! My best friend in the
whole world save Master now kissing me.
Her hand went between my legs, a finger poking inside my very sore having been needled to death just earlier. drenched her hand as she
frigged me and we continued to kiss. Turning to look at Master for a
moment, he simply nodded "yes" silently. She took my hand and lead me to
the bed.
She lay me on the bed as she and Master now kissed standing beside me as
I lay.
"You are much prettier than the photo Linda sent me of you."
"Thank you; thank you, Master" she correctly replied.
"You know the rules now, Linda and you have talked a lot about this;
ready?"
"Yes, I know the rules; you still promise, no real pain, just
hard domination, no permanent marks or scars?"
"Yes, Kay, subbie slave, yes."
I scooted up on the bed resting up on the pillows as Master started
giving Kay her own fantasy fulfillment that she had always wanted but never
thought she would have, always afraid to ask for it from past boyfriends
because she was afraid that they wouldn't have the self-control and respect
for her as a person that my Master has. If I hadn't had the courage to
approach Kay about helping me fulfill my fantasy that Master agreed to help
with, then I could have never been the friend I should have been and help
Kay find the most perfect of to help fulfill hers. Win, win, win.
Master slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it free from her short
pants. Turning her around, he slowly unhooked her bra from behind as they
faced me, his hands cupping her from behind, his gentle massagings
at first becoming harder and harder, his fingers pinching her flat-tish
breasts as best he could as he grabbed and twisted her smallish buds of
nipples. Her mouth opened and moans of passion came forth. He dry humped
her a bit through her shorts.
He turned her around and they began kissing once more. I wasn't jealous
at all. Master was the most honorable and fidelitous I had ever met.
After we were married, I never would have to be worried at all that he
would ever cheat on me. If I hadn't told him of my fantasy and asked him
to help fulfill it, asked him to do this scene with Kay for me, I knew him
well enough to know that he would never to do anything with Kay or any
other woman behind my back. Not my Master.
They kissed some more. Master shed what clothes he had on. Pushing Kay
down to end of the bed, he shoved his cock in front of her face, but before
shoving in her mouth, began slapping her face, hard, again and again.
Master's unusual from what I can gather in the fact unlike a lot of other
masters, he doesn't hate women, isn't misogynistic at all, and doesn't like
to abuse women, just play hard consensual S&M games with the woman he
loves. He considers face slapping to be closer to real abuse than any of
the sadistic stuff that he and I both enjoy, and it took some real
convincing, more than one phone call when Kay was around for Kay to
convince him that this was part of what she really wanted as part of her
personal fantasy fulfillment.
Slap, SLAP, and slap again. Master continued slapping Kay's face as he
would alternate and fist-punch her and slap them as well. His cock
was only half-hard as he stood before her and continued slapping her until
he felt she had enough. Then he sat down and drug her over his knee as he
pulled her pants to her ankles and began a spanking from hell. No warm up,
no nothing, just hard-ass spanking. This was also exactly what Kay wanted.
Real tears flowed down her cheeks as she began bawling like a baby. Master
wasn't stopping, not until he felt she had gotten what she needed and has
asked for. Slap, and slap and SLAP again his bearpaw of a hand went to her
asscheeks, his handprints becoming more clearly visible. She cried and
cried until tears could flow no more, then he stopped. He pulled her up
and around sat her in his lap as they kissed once again.
He nudged his head to one side looking at me. I scooted up to join them
and we three kissed and kissed and kissed for the longest time.
"Thank you, Linda, for sharing your Master with me, he is perfect,
perfect for you, me, us."
"You are welcome, my best-est friend in the whole world, you're welcome"
I cooed as we kissed in earnest once more.
"Ready for your fantasy fulfillment, my Linda love?"
"Yes Master, if you and Kay are."
Using some sort of clips to the corners of the mattress, Master tied
ropes from each corner to my wrists and ankles as I lay face-down on the
bed. Gagging me with a ball gag, he had Linda come over and begin playing
with and as she wished to as he started his caning of me with
the rattan cane, urging Kay to pay attention to how he was using wrist
motion to inflict pain more than actual tissue damage.
Then it was her turn. Her strokes did more skin damage than pain, but I
was in heaven. My woman lover and temporary mistress was caning me with my
Master's cane. Then Master took over for a few last strokes before
stopping to untie me and flip me over.
Re-tying my wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed, Master now
flogged my front side, my and belly and top of my thighs, with the
cat o'nine tails, his perfect technique flicking the ends barely to my
flesh but making the hits shoot me off the pain scale. Again, Kay did her
time with the before handing it back over to Master to finish me for
the moment.
We three lay together for a moment before Master once again spoke.
"Ready for the finale, dear?" me nodding yes.
All of us standing up together, Master handed Kay one black leather
riding crop as he took another and with her on my backside initially and he
in the front, they slowly started circling me, hitting me from top to
bottom as they wish with the crops. Kay seemed to be enjoying things
almost too much, but that was okay. They circled me three or four times
before my knees got very weak and I started visibly shaking and Master told
Kay to stop.
As Master laid me back down on the bed, kissing me sweetly and telling
me how much he loved me, he had Kay got up on all fours beside me, her tail
not too far from my face, a great view of her openly splayed pussy, a white
string hanging from it. Time for the finale of my own fantasy.
Master started working Kay's rear end over with his crop as I watched
just inches away. Her shook and erotically quivered with each blow
as he made her count up to twenty, then gave her three more for good luck.
Kay was coming again and again as Master worked her butt with his crop.
Her knees got very weak even as she kneeled before us on all fours.
Getting on the bed with us, he pulled Kay around and to my open pussy,
as he lightly open-palm spanked her some more, imploring her with a "eat
Linda's you comeslut, eat that like you mean it, dammit!" as
for the first time a woman my best-est friend to boot gave me some
female-to-female head. I reached for and played with her as best I
could as her tongue lapped at my cunt, making me come a nice time or two
more.
Then Master told her to stop and rise to her knees before me. As I also
rose to my knees before my friend and Master to one side of us, we kissed
as he reached for Kay's cunt, pulled her tampon out, and with it started
rubbing it all over my and body, body painting me with her
menstrual fluid, the ultimate end to my ultimate fantasy. I don't know why
I've always wanted this fantasy to actually happen, to be painted with a
woman lover's period blood, but I had, and now Master was making this all
come true. God, how I love that of mine!
Master turned me around to face him more directly as he painted what
little blood was left on the cotton plug on my before shoving his
hand up Kay's to get a little more coloration and smear even more of
it on me.
"Kay, lick you blood off your best freind's body, now!" Master barked,
she complying.
Closing her eyes as she leaned into me, her tongue cat-cleaned the welts
from the canings and whippings now smeared with her salty hemoglobin and
stinging like a motherfucker as she licked and licked and licked her
crimson feminine essence from my body. Holding her close to me, her mouth
found mine and she shared her most precious of gifts with me.
"Linda, slave, now get between Kay's legs and give her head until she
says stop."
Her flow wasn't that much. I knew she had started four days ago and
would stop probably tomorrow. Her hands grabbed handfuls of my hair and
ground my face into her boiling cauldron of a as Master beyond erect
entered me from behind, his thrusts making my face bump even harder into
Kay's cunt. He shoved his thumb up my ass while pounding away and Kay
yelled "harder, bitch, faster, slut, eat me dammit, eat me!!!"
Even for Master as experienced as I knew he was the lust of the moment
caught up with him, he shooting his load so deep into me it felt like it
was squirting through my cervix into my uterus causing it to cramp up. His
passioned come made Kay respond even more as she had one then two then
another two quick but hugely spasm'ing orgasms, driving my face into her
open by grabbing and pulling my hair so hard I thought she was going
to simultaneously pull a handful of hair out while also knocking a front
tooth or two loose in the process. If she had, that would have been fine,
I was so lost in my own lust of the moment.
"Gaaaaa...GAAAA!!!" was all I could manage to verbalize when I could get
up enough memory to remember even how to fucking breathe.
Master was lying besides us almost passed out from his passion spent.
Kay having come so much until she actually did make me bust my lip a little
on the inside by mashing my mouth so hard to her cunt, a little slug of
menstrual blood also gushing to my mouth when she did. Ambrosia.
Perfection. Fantasy beyond fulfilled. I scooted up to my Kay's face,
offering a dollop of liquid ferric on the end of my tongue to my lover, she
taking it from me with her own tongue as we kissed like I never thought
possible save with my Master.
Closing my eyes just for a moment, I was awakened by Kay's gentle
snoring as she lay underneath me, my arms wrapped around her as my Master
often does with me, and Master's cutting of one pretty raunchy fart as he
roused lightly but smelly from his own slumber.
"God, what happened, Linda, did I miss something?"
"No Master, you didn't miss much of anything."
"The last thing I remember was coming like a banshee inside you as you
ate Kay out, then flopping to one side to watch you two together."
"Yes, and I finished making Kay come as hard as you did, and shared her
blood with her after I made her almost come out of her skin from pure lust.
My fantasy is now fulfilled, Master."
"Good slave; I'm glad I helped make it a reality."
"I owe you everything now Master, everything."
"All I've ever wanted is your total love and obedience, Linda."
"You've always had it, silly Master!"
~ The Beginning ~
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