My First Time – Part 3
by subused
The next morning I awoke to find myself in a roomy cage in the corner of Master’s dungeon. He had designed the cage himself and it was really quite comfortable. It was not his desire to continually torture his slaves, but he did desire to continue the roles of master and slave through the night; thus the cage.
I heard him enter the room and looked over to watch him as he walked toward me. He is a very distinguished looking gentleman of about fifty. He has salt and pepper hair, stands about 5’10” and has a muscular build, very appropriate for a master. His voice can be soft and comforting, yet the manner in which he speaks is authoritative. His hair was still damp from his morning shower and I could smell his fresh cologne (“Escape For Men” by Calvin Klein, I believe – how fitting). He smiled at me and said, “I have an errand to run this morning and I’d like you to go with me.”
“Yes Master, if you wish,” I answered with my eyes and head lowered. As he unlocked the door to the cage he continued, “I would like you to call your husband to tell him how you are…How are you this morning, but the way?”
“Fine, thank you Master. Very content.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear that. After you are done speaking with him I want you to clean up and dress in the clothes I have put out for you in the guestroom. While you are doing that I will prepare us a light breakfast. I don’t want you getting too full to continue your training later.”
“Yes Master, I will do as you say,” I replied, my gaze still lowered.
“You have made good progress so far, with very few indiscretions. Today’s outing will be a good test of your submission to me. The clothes I have chosen for you will not give you away too readily, but your collar and leash might,” he smiled mischievously. I listened intently as he continued. “Are you willing to wear your collar and leash in public for your master?”
The though did make me nervous, but I wanted to do anything and everything I could to show my devotion to him. “Yes Master, I would be honored to wear your collar to show that I belong to you.”
“Very well then, my pet. If our outing goes well this morning you will be rewarded when we return.”
Smiling to myself at the thought, I responded, “Thank you Master. You are too kind.”
“The concept is simple Dear: You obey, you get rewarded. You disobey, you get punished.” I nodded my head slowly, acknowledging that I understood. “Okay then, go call Doug. He’s probably on pins and needles worrying about you.” As I walked out of the cage he patted me on my ass. I jumped slightly, surprised, and turned to smile at him as I walked away.
After following all of his directions I joined him in the kitchen. He thoroughly inspected me, including a brush with his fingers across my cloth-covered nipples. “You should do just fine today. We won’t be gone long, so don’t be too nervous,” he softly said as he rubbed my cheek.
I lowered my head, smiling from his tender touch. “I will do my best Master.”
We ate our breakfast, I took care of our dishes, then we left. He only wanted to go to one store and thought it would be a good ‘public initiation’. I was extremely nervous, so the whole time I kept my head and eyes facing downward as he lead me around by my leash. That way I could not see the reactions of the people, and I could make Master happy by not complaining.
After we returned home he instructed me to go directly to the dungeon, strip completely (except for the collar, of course) and wait for him. Oh, how I hoped no one could see me through the windows as I stood there naked. When he joined me in the room he was completely naked, his cock at half-mast. I looked at him admiringly, a slight smile on my face. He sauntered over to where I stood and put his hands to my breasts. He massaged them lightly while watching the flesh move beneath his fingers. “These large mounds of yours will be perfect for your next lesson my little slut.” I closed my eyes and sighed heavily, basking in his glorious touch. While tweaking my hardening nipples, he continued, “What we are going to do next will be your last lesson for this weekend. There is so much more I want to share with you, but our time together is too limited.” I listened to him intently, keeping my eyes closed as he moved his skilled hands over my breasts.
He then took my hand and led me to two chains hanging from the ceiling, at the ends of which were shackles. On the ground directly below those were two shorter chains, also with shackles, attached to eyebolts in the floor. One at a time he raised my arms and fastened them in the shackles. He knelt on the floor in front of me, grasped my right ankle and attached one of the floor shackles to it. He grasped the other and said, “Spread your legs,” then attached a shackle to it also. He stood and walked around me, taking in the full view of my spread-eagle, helpless body once again. “Now just a moment, while I get some rope, clothes pins and a couple other toys.”
I watched him walk to a cabinet, silently admiring his masculine, nude form. He retrieved what he needed then returned to me and placed it all on the floor behind me, out of my line of vision. I couldn’t see everything he had when be brought it over, but my head was pounding with anticipation of what he might do with it all. He reappeared in front of me holding a rope. I began to ask, “What are you…”
“Shhh…” he put his finger to his lips. “No more talking slave. Not just yet.” He then set about binding my large breasts with the rope, placing part of it around the back of my neck to give them leverage when he tightened it. When he was finished tying them my breasts were squeezed so tightly I thought they were going to burst like balloons! He walked behind me, reached around to grasp them in his hands and adjusted them to his liking. I squirmed a bit. “Does that hurt slave?”
“It is a little uncomfortable Sir,” I replied.
“Good. As it should be.”
I sensed him bending to pick something up from his pile of toys, then he came around front again. In his hands he held several wooden clothespins. I gasped, my eyes widening. He smiled playfully at me as he proceeded silently clipping them to my protruding breasts, first one to each nipple then a few more on each side of the nipples. Each pin brought another groan of pain from me and a broader smile to his handsome face. How could I complain when I could see the obvious pleasure on his face, not to mention the steadily increasing length of his erection.
This task complete, he bent in front of me and reached between my legs for something new from the floor. As he stood he brushed the object across my damp pussy. I sighed at the sensation. I saw in his hand a short riding crop. Again my eyes widened, as did his grin. He began gently tapping the crop on his opposite hand and said to me, “You behaved very well today, so there is really no need to punish you. However, I can not, in good conscience, allow you to return home tomorrow without experiencing at least one flogging.” I closed my eyes, afraid to watch what was coming, wishing he wasn’t saying what he was. I had been trying so hard to behave just so I could avoid punishment, but apparently my efforts were in vain. “After this, when I or another master threatens you with a flogging, you might be more inclined to stop your undesirous behavior. Do you understand my reasoning my slave?”
Though I did not like it, I did understand his point so I answered, “Yes Master, I understand.”
“Very well. Let’s proceed.” As he slowly walked behind me he continued, “Remember, this is truly for your own good.” Smack! A stinging sensation crossed my buttocks and I flinched, my chains prohibiting me from moving away before the next lash landed, which crossed my buttocks in the opposite direction of the first. “Hmm…very nice. Just the right pressure applied.” As he rubbed his hand across the fiery area he continued, “No welts, just a nice healthy glow, meaning I got my point across without any lasting marks on your delicate skin. Would that teach you a lesson slave?” he asked as he appeared in front of me again.
“Yes, most definitely Master. There really is no need to…” he placed the crop to my lips to silent me.
“No need to continue?” he finished my sentence. “Nonsense Dear. Of course I need to continue. How else can you learn, my pet?” As he spoke he again brushed the crop across my pussy, drawing its tip from back to front. Oh, how the leather enticed me as I closed my eyes once more. Suddenly I felt another searing pain – He had whipped my open pussy with the crop. Again! And again! How many times he struck me, I don’t know. With each lash I whimpered. My now swollen pussy lips throbbed, but with pain not pleasure. Tears slowly rolled down my cheeks, but I was too afraid to beg him to stop. He saw the tears and stopped anyway, tenderly wiping them from my face with a look of concern. “If you truly were being punished the tears would not stop me. But, because you clearly have been progressing, I will not whip you any longer.”
“Oh thank you Master,” I cried softly.
“There, there, Little One. Stop your crying. I don’t like my slaves to cry.” Again, he wiped my tears.
I took a deep breath in an attempt to stop my sobbing, “I’m sorry Master.”
“Yes Dear, I know you are.” After I calmed down he asked, “Are you ready to continue?” I looked at him wide-eyed, frightened. “No, I’m not going to beat you again. Don’t worry, you will enjoy what I have in store for you next,” as he reached above me to release my wrists from their bonds. I rubbed my wrists to soothe them as he knelt to remove the ones from my ankles. He again stood and removed all of the clips and ropes from my breasts. Seeing the fiery redness that was left behind, he leaned over to delicately kiss and rub my tender orbs.
“Mmm…that feels so good Master,” I whispered.
He straightened, smiled and said, “Good. You earned it slave.” As he removed the ropes that still remained on my breasts he continued, “Now let’s go to my bedroom so I can give you a good old fashioned fuck as a sort of ‘graduation’ present,” smiling playfully again.
I returned his smile, thrilled by his generosity. “Sir, may I speak freely please?”
“Sure, go ahead Little One.”
“Do you have any massage oils, preferably scented?”
“Yes, in that cabinet there,” he answered, pointing to the wall. “Why do you ask?”
“I would like to give you a present, Sir, to thank you for what you have done for me. It would honor me if you would allow me to give you a full body massage.”
Again that gorgeous smile crossed his face. “You are a treat, Little One. Yes, that sounds wonderful. Feel free to choose your favorite oil then meet me in my bedroom.”
“As you wish Master,” I answered, smiling, thrilled by the opportunity before me. As he left the room I went to the cabinet to choose the oil. As I smelled each one I thought, “Rose? No. Almond? Maybe. Coconut? Yes, that’s the one I want.” I opened the bottle to smell it. “Mmm…smells exotic…good enough to eat.” I replaced the cap tightly then headed for his room.
When I arrived he was lying facedown in the middle of his bed, his head resting on his folded arms, looking extremely content. I smiled to myself at the beautiful sight as I approached him. Crawling up on the bed I carefully straddled his ass, then poured some of the oil into my palm. Rubbing it between my hands to warm it I asked, “Are you ready Master?” I heard a soft, contented moan emitted from him. With that I proceeded, starting at his neck and broad shoulders, massaging the oil deep into his skin while simultaneously loosening his muscles. As I continued to rub his neck, his shoulders, his arms and on down his muscular back I heard a barely audible, “Ahhh…” come from him. “Does that feel good Master?” as I leaned down and kissed his shoulder.
“Exquisite,” was all he whispered.
I scooted myself backward, exposing his perfect ass. I bent over again, tenderly kissing one of the cheeks, then the other as I massaged them. I gently slipped my thumbs into the crevice and slowly pulled them apart. “There’s my reward,” I thought to myself when I saw his puckered hole. Continuing to massage his ass, I stuck my tongue where it longed to go. At first contact he flinched slightly, gasping. “Oh yessss…” he sighed. “Rim me slave…rim me…” Hungrily I stiffened my tongue and darted it into his tasty ass, grasping his cheeks tighter with my oiled hands. In, out, around it I licked, his moaning ever increasing with my passion. I stopped and slowly pushed one of my oiled fingers up his chute, wiggling it while nibbling on his ass cheeks. Again he moaned. Teasingly, I abruptly stopped tonguing him and continued with my massage down his legs. He turned his head to look at me over his shoulder and playfully said, “That’s not nice! Didn’t your mother ever tell you that you shouldn’t tease a person?” I simply smiled mischievously at him.
When I reached his feet I reapplied more oil and started rubbing it into them. I raised one of his feet and took one toe at a time into my mouth, suckling them as I continued his massage. He squirmed a bit but I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying it. After I finished treating both feet I asked him to turn over so I could work my way back up his body.
He slowly turned over and I saw that his erection was at full staff – such a breathtaking sight, so powerful. I wanted it desperately, but knew I had to restrain myself and complete his massage. Methodically I worked my way up his muscular legs, paying careful attention to his sensative inner thighs. It was not long before I noticed his cock twitching with anticipation. My mouth watered…no, hungered for it, but I resisted. Purposely I skipped his groin and went to work on his abdomen and chest. I had to hover over his cock as I straddled him, but when I got to his nipples he apparently could hold back no more. “I need to fuck you slave! Now!” As he began to crawl out from underneath me he ordered, “Get on all fours. I’m going to take you doggie style. Damn! I’ve got to fuck you!”
I scurried to my hands and knees in front of him as he gripped my hips from behind. He had no trouble entering my cunt because it was already sopping wet with passion juices. He immediately thrust deep, his balls slapping against me. Hard and fast he fucked my aching hole, showing me no mercy – and I didn’t want any mercy! I wanted him to pound me for all he was worth and he was doing so. “Fuck me Master! Please fuck me harder!” Thrust after thrust came with force. I grabbed the headboard to brace myself. “Oh Master! I’m going to cum! May I cum, please Master…please?” I exclaimed.
“Cum!…NOW!…CUM!” he yelled, his semen ejaculating from his steal cock.
I let out a series of loud groans as the intensity of my orgasm overcame me. “Ohhh!…Master!…Yesss!” I screamed. My body shook violently as he pounded into me one last time.
He collapsed on top of me, totally spent, gently kissing my cheek and back of my neck, panting, “Good…girl…so…good…”
I have never experienced any emotion like I felt at that moment, as he held me close to him. I felt I truly loved him; not a ‘deeply in love’ sort, but a deep, respectful sort. It is a love and respect I will never have for anyone but this master, my Master, the man who allowed me the experience of a lifetime.
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