Reading Time: 28minutes Glancing around the abandoned shack they had come across last night, she saw all their love toys scattered here and there in their haste to enjoy the black passion.
Opening her eyes, linda glanced over to the place on the floor next to her, hoping to see her Master. Instead, she was greeted by rumpled sheets of white he had pulled from out of the closet. She noticed various places where splattered, dried blood covered them, and the memory of the passion filled night that had overwhelmed them came flooding back into her thoughts, filling her mind and making her pussy wet once again. With the memory came the reality of the many painful parts of her body.
Glancing around the abandoned shack they had come across last night, she saw all their love toys scattered here and there in their haste to enjoy the black passion.
She remembered Steven saying he wanted to pierce her pussy lips, remembered being appalled at doing it in such a dirty shack.But upon looking at it now, she realised, as she had on more than one occasion last night, it had been unusually clean. Someone had cleaned it, merely leaving a little dustand dirt here and there. Wickedly, she smiled at the genius of her loving Master. Smiling again, she recalled the night in vivid detail…………
They had been out for an ordinary drive in his black Lexus SL 300. It was a regular thing for them, a ride they usually take every Friday after he got off work. She was enjoying the scenery of the Mark Twain Forest outside the south gate of the millitary instillation, when they had come across a back road she had never seen before. And she had thought she knew all the back roads by now, what with her love for mountain biking, driving and hiking…but this one was definitely new to her.
It was a rather cozy road at first, one like she was used to and enjoyed on many excursions. She had glanced at him, wondering how he knew the roads better than she, but decided not to ask such a mundane question.
Looking out again, she noticed the road had narrowed considerably. The damn bumping and jerking had landed her in his lap more than once. Giggling inanely on one of these happenings, she tried to appoligise to him and turned towards him, only to find him staring at her with such a beautiful smile and mirth in his eyes, that she could do nothing more than look at him and return the smile. He reached over then and drew her across the length of the car, closer to him.
As the car rattled along the now uneven road, she kept watching the road becoming denser and she felt liquid. She felt so happy in his arms… being able to give him her love, devotion and loyality…….. And she thought right then of how lucky she was and of how it had started so long ago…through the email.
“Ahhh, but that is yet another story”, she thinks dreamily…happily…
She must have drifted off to sleep because she felt the gentle jerk of the car stopping and the motor going off. He looked at her with an unreadable look on his face, the look which meant he was up to something. She giggled nervously and wondered just what was in his mind right now.
Then he grinned at her and said, “Remember two weeks ago lindaslut?,” “When you insisted on baiting me?”
“I told you from the beginning that i do NOT forget” he said, “I merely store it away for a future time when I can take full advantage of the moment.” “Well my slut…tonight is the night to punish you.”
And that damn laugh again…the kind of laugh that sent shivers of ecstasy, as well as fear, coursing through her.
She could only shakily reply… “Y…yes M…master.”
Kissing her lightly on her forehead, Steven got out of the car, telling her to follow as she had been trained. Quickly, she opened the door and climbed out, allowing her black and red, flaring mini skirt to ride up her hips a little, vainly hoping the sight of her creamy thighs (in red risnet stockings with a black and red lace garterbelt) would lessen her punishment. As an added measure, she unbuttoned her tight, red ribbed top two more buttons, so the red lace of the bra could easily be seen underneath.
Steven took notice of her actions, but said nothing….letting her think what she will.
“Nothing will alter the course of this night, my sweet little vamp” he thought to himself.
She rushed gracefully to just three steps behind him and to his right. She followed him around to the trunk, wondering the extent he was willing to take this night to. Opening the trunk, he reached inside and pulled out the tan blanket with the design of two deer in a meadow and tossed it to her. She caught it with that tittering look still on her face, beginning to feel the power emminating from him. She became scared again at the raw force of it.
He then took out his big, black bag he liked to call his ‘Goodie Bag’, only linda thought it looked much bulkier this time. She couldn’t help but smile despite her growing fear.
He caught her smile out of his periperal vision and smiled himself, thinking, “This won’t be all pleasure my sweet linda… far, far from it.” But this thought he also kept to himself.
Shutting the trunk, he went to the passenger side of the car, opened the door and reached into the glove compartment, grabbing the little paper bag with the ceiling hooks. She had no inkling he had this whole thing planned, though she was beginning to wonder, with all the things he was pulling out here and there. He reached into the back seat for the coleman. He shut the door and headed for the frount door of the shack, glancing over his shoulder to see if she was following as taught.
Pushing the door open with his broad shoulders, he barked out, “Kneel lindaslut…right here by the door!”
Immediately, she slid to her knees, spread her thighs invitingly, crossed her ankles, resting back on them, head held high, back straight, eyes lowered in submission….she placed her hands on her thighs with her palms placed towards the ceiling and responded… “Yes Master… as you wish Master.”
Glancing around the shack, Steven was grateful his friend let him have use of it.He looked around again, and with a satisifed smile she couldn’t see, he turned and smiled sweetly at her, hiding his pleasure. He didn’t want her to suspect anything. He didn’t want to ease her fear,he wanted to enhance it. He enjoyed her fear and he wanted her to enjoy it too.
Dropping the bags near her, he turned towards the door, knowing she wouldn’t dare move from her submissive possition let alone try to peek at what was in his bag. Snickering quietly, he reached out his massive arm and placed the coleman on the side table by the door. Stopping, turning and looking down at her, he said in a rough voice, “Stay there bitch, I’ll be right back.
She looked around the room and noticed that it was fairly clean with just scattered dust, a lot cleaner than it looked from the outside. She glanced to the side table where Steven put the coleman and saw it was an old mahogany colour, carefully etched in little S swirls. It looked beautifully cared for despite the thin layer of dust covering it. She looked at the rectangular coffee table in frount of the tan, large sofa and saw that one was of the same quality. Didn’t look to be any T.V. in the room.
Linda laughed out loud saying, “Something tells me he doesn’t have television in mind tonight.”. And then she realised there wasn’t any electricity here anyway.
She noticed three pictures of Oriental vases slanted to one side, off to her right.And on her left there was a beautiful fireplace with a porcelin frount surrounding it. The mantle looked clean yet dusty.
Resisting the natural urge to get up and straighten the pictures, she turned herattention elsewhere. She tried to see through the sheer curtains in the kitchen but couldn’t quite make it out because of the position she was in.
Walking back to his Lexus, he opened the back door and grabbed the grocery bag with the few cleaning supplies and headed back to the shack. Walking in he lightly tossedher the bag and told her, “You wish to pleasure me lindaslut?” “Then clean this up somewhat, I have things to do.
“Oh, and linda?” he asked sweetly, making her shiver, “Do it nude!” And out he walked, pleased with this very special night for them both.
Linda quickly stripped off her clothes and neatly folded them, placing them by the lantern. The first thing she felt compelled to do was to straighten those damn pictures.Stepping back from her improvement, she eyedthem to see if they were leveled. Satisfied, she reached into the bag and withdrew the Pledge and dust rag and set about her tasks, feeling the hot breeze of the day caressing her skin softly. She removed her clothing from the side table, along with the lantern and proceded to spray it lightly, dusting it to a shine with the cloth. She replaced the lantern and the cloth.
Feeling very nervous, she continued cleaning the shack, glad for something to do to calm her jittery nerves. She did not fail to notice the couch looked a little too clean, but merely shrugged it off.
Having finished, she went out into the still warm night to look for her Master. She found him bringing ply wood into the shack. Fully puzzled now, she could only stare at him in confusion. Too curious not to ask, she did indeed find the words to ask, “Master?’ “May this girl ask what you are doing?”
Seeing her perplexed look, he laughed and responded, “Sure pet, you can ask, but you’ll not receive a response.”
Startled, but nonetheless intrigued, she started to follow him into the shack only to be halted by him saying “Uh uh little one, go for a walk while i get your torture set up.”
“You will merely be a distraction to me”, he said, eying her small frame with a sparkle in his deep, brown eyes.
Blushing, she said, “Yes Master, as you wish Master.”
She was used to him telling her to go for a walk nude as he has done on many of their camping trips to ‘Paddy Creek’, as well as other areas or deserted spots. She recalled being seen by more than a few when he had her go nude at the ‘Roby Lake’ just off of Route 17.
“Talk about being embarrassed” she thought.
Coming back to the present, she looked around, gazing at the dense forest and chose a path where she was fairly sure she could easily find her own way back. Being lost in the woods was bad enough, but being lost and naked simply would not do. She uttered a nervous giggle as she walked, enjoying the ending day and the wonderful aromas of the forest. Linda always loved the feel and taste of the outdoors, and Steven knew this. She could walk for hours and never tire of it.
Feeling the leaves of the trees and bushes rubbing against her naked skin beganto arrouse her somewhat. And even the occasional twig slapping against her, marking her, had an alluring effect on her senses.
She could hear him back at the shack hammering away at something, though the sound was muffled a little by the noise of the forest critters. She gave up trying to figure out her Master long ago, knowing she never would. He would always remain a mystery to her.
She found a nice size, smoothe rock and reached out her right hand to brush off the dirt. Sitting down she pondered her wonderful life and smiled. Her life is so much since that day so long ago when she had answered his story in an email to him. And the funny part was, Another Master intent on capturing her world had introduced the story ‘Mastering nikki’ to her. For him she would be forever grateful, though they never talked anymore, he being quite upset with her for refusing him.
She felt no regret in being choosen by Steven. She would do this all over again just to be with Steven…that first nervous yet exillerating meeting in the Hyatt at St Louis.
“Yes” she thought, “I was so damn scared, and yet so wet from the excitement.”She even remembered the juices flowing from her pussy as she was sucking his thumb. She remembered how soaked the seat underneath her was.
The thoughts, the feelings, the emotions flowing into her mind that night, nearly made her mad with the desire to please this man she had known only through the internet and the telephone. Yet, here she had found herself, in a restaurant, hands beneath her, fingering herself into a frenzic orgasm, him feeding her….. she was in heaven that night.
Giggling softly, she heard the clear, sharp voice of her Master, calling her, bringing her once again back to reality. She jumped when she heard, Anger?…Concern? She yelled out, “Here Master” as she saw his sexy, broad, supple body emerge from the direction of the shack.
He smiled from ear to ear as he came across his lovely, naked flower, and she visibly relaxed.
“Ahhhhhhh little one, what have you been thinking of?” he asked.
Smiling at the man responsible for her happiness, she replied, “Of many things Master… mainly of you Master.”
Raising his left eyebrow at her, he studied her before answering her.
“Thinking of ‘nikkislut’ again linda?”
Smiling, she could only nod her head in agreement, overwhelmed that he knew her so well.
Going to her, he slid his hand into her tiny one and asked, “Are you ready lindaslut?”
Grinning, she replied, “Yes Master .”
And they walked back to the shack together.
Walking into the shack, she stopped dead in her tracks at what she saw before her.
“Now i know what all the hammering was for”, she thought as her mouth dropped wide open. She turned to look at her Master and found him studying her with a smile.
“Shut your mouth pet, you look comical” he said with a belly laugh, enjoying her shock.
Shock turned to fear as she looked back to the room, seeing how he had transformed it into a sort of dungeon.
“W…what do you have planned Master?”
“You’ll see love… you’ll see.”
He walked into the room, leaving her still gaping in the doorway. Linda walked around the room, fingering his handiwork. She touched the X made out of wood, complete with restraints. It had a burnt colour to it making it look menacing. She shivered.
Next she went and inspected the chains dangling from the ceiling. Then she inspected the swing in the center of the small room and looked up at him, staring into his eyes as the real meaning of this night was bearly peeking into her reality.
“Lindaslut?”, he said.
“Yes Master?”
“As of now, you little cunt… your punishment begins.”
Still staring at him with her befuddled look, she simply replied, “Yes Master.”
“So LOWER YOUR FUCKING EYES WOMAN!!!!!”he bellowed at her.
Instantly shamed, she lowered her eyes. “This unworthy slut begs your forgiveness Master.”
“I will forgive you this once bitch, I am a kind Master after all and will let it slide…..THIS time.”
“BUT!”
Silence
“If you think you will get away with that again, you are sorely mistaken little girl.”
“Come here.”
A simple command spoken softly yet with such force and authority.
She flew to him gracefully and knelt before him, making certain to keep her eyes lowered.
“RISE”
She stood up and faced him, not looking at him, keeping her head, as well as her eyes, lowered.
“Assume the position for inspection bitch!!!”
Linda looked at him, and, a second too late, realised her mistake as his right hand shot out and slammed into her face, sending her sprawing across the room.
He had deliberately confused her, knowing she would look at him without thinking.
“Lord, I know this womans every thought,every action,” he mused to himself.
Wimpering from the shame of her disobedience and the pain, she sobbed an apology to her Master, “Please forgive me… i beg of you Master.”
“You will pay dearly tonight for past infractions, I suggest you not make it any worse for yourself.”
“Yes Master”, she whimpered.
“Now… Assume the position cunt!!”
Scrambling to her hands and knees she lowered her head and forced her back straight. Spreading her legs wide, she raised her ass high for him.
Coming ’round to the frount of her, he reached into his right jeans pocket and pulled out a black leather blinder. Bending down in frount of her, he placed it over hereyes , securing it tightly. Walking to his ‘goodies bag’, he reached in and retrieved a ball gag. Returning to her once again, he admired the seductive way she looked.
“Open your mouth lindaslut,” he said.
Placing the large red ball snugly into her waiting mouth, he secured this tightly also.
Running his index finger along her back,he felt her shiver and moan through the gag.Squeezing her ass hard he could see her perfectly clean shaven pussy glistening with her aromatic juices, almost winking at him.
He smiled.
With his forfinger and his thumb, Steven rolled her clit between them, pinching lightly. Working her like this for a moment or two longer, he suddenly stopped, heedless of her cries of protest. He sat down by her perfect little ass and spread her cheeks, inspecting her tight little puckered hole. He leaned closer to her and gently bit her ass, hearing her once again moan softly.
He relished the thought of all he had planned for her, his lindaslut.
Spreading her cheeks even wider, he burried his face between them and began licking all around her hole, feeling her shiver, knowing he was making more of her sweet juice flow out and down her thighs….such creamy thighs.
Kissing her ass cheeks, he rose and selected a paddle, one with many little holes all over it, from his punishment collection and returned to her, drinking in her beautiful, submissive nakedness.
Leaning down and grabbing a handful of her silky, blonde hair, he yanked her hair up viciously, causing her to cry out in pain through the gag. Looking at her face he spoke seductively in a husky whisper, “Let the night of pain begin love.”
Linda moaned.
Letting her head drop out of his grasp, he laughed a low, menacing laugh.
She shivered in fear.
Straddling her kneeling form, his back to her head, he lovingly caressed her ass cheeks with his left hand while holding the paddle with his right. He smiled a sardonicgrin as he envisioned how sore and raw her body would be in the morning.
“Are we ready my lindaslut?” he asked as his right hand came rising high above her. Before she could even grunt a reply, his hand came crashing down upon her soft ass with a powerful force, landing with an echoing sound which reverberated around the small shack.
Screaming out through the gag, tears streaming out in a quick flow, wetting the leather binding on her pretty blue/green eyes, she tried to get out of his grasp.
“Oh no, my love”, he said as his strong legs gripped both sides of her.
“Don’t even think about it, you fucking whore!”
Up came the paddle again, slamming it down even harder than the first time… WHACK…as she cried out and moaned through the gag. He watched with pleasure as the redness became a glowing pool of heat.
Though she could feel the hot, stinging pain, realising he was offering no mercy by hitting harder than he had ever hit her before, she also realised she was becoming uncontrolably wet with each WHACK of the paddle. She found herself arching up to meet the strokes of pain, feeling the first orgasm beginning within.
Steven continued hitting her sweet little ass, watching the lovely redness becoming brighter, glowing to a deep, dark red….WHACK….WHACK….again and again onher soft ass, wanting her to FEEL the pain.
He hit her a total of ten times, each harder and meaner than the last. He stood then, still gripping her sides with his legs. Waiting deliberately for a moment or two, when he knew she was beginning to relax again, he suddenly raised his hand one final time, and, before she could even hear the WHOOSH of the paddle as it descended, he slammed it down onto her sore but delicate ass one final, resounding time and said, stepping over her laughing, “And one for good luck my sweet little pet.”
That last hit was what put her over the edge into her first unasked for orgasm. She collasped to the floor and shook violently with the throes of the beginning orgasm.
Steven let out a hearty laugh as she shook and curled up into a ball, holding her knees tightly to her chest, lost within the power of the pleasure/pain.
Tossing the paddle aside, he bent and picked her up, holding her close and showering kisses all over her face.
Licking her salty tears away, he whispered, “Did my lindaslut like that?”
She merely nodded, still too weak and shaking from the orgasm.
Still whispering softly, he asked her, “Did my fucking slut ASK to have that orgasm!?”
Linda stood still, too frightened to move or even speak.
The next thing she knew was the sharp sting on her left cheek and of being roughly shoved onto the couch, face stuffed into the cushions.
“Do you think you deserve to be punished pet?” he asked, his voice rising in anger.
She tried to nod but couldn’t as he was holding her down hard. So she grunted her reply through the gag, new tears flooding her eyes, soaking the blinder and staining the couch.
“That’s right cunt…and we will commence the next stage of your punishment now you fucking whore!”
He lifted her face up by grabbing her hair. He looked at her and commanded, “Sit on the couch Bitch…NOW!!”
She quickly got up and sat on the couch, fearful to do more than shake violently. She heard him crossed the room and assumed he was going to his bag. She wondered what he was doing and going to do to her now.
He grabbed the coleman and lit it, illuminating the shack in it’s brightness.He adjusted the flame to cast a pleasant glow, then he bent down and placed and placed it on the floor near his bag. Reaching into the bag, he brought out the enema bag, attachments and a pair of steel cuffs for which to bind her wrists with. He tossed the enema bag onto the couch beside her. She jumped in fear and he let out another soft laugh. He was certaintly enjoying this.
Returning to her, he helped her to her feet and spun her around, making sure he had a secure hold on her. He reached out and yanked her arms painfully behind her, grabbing her wrists tightly. He slapped the cuffs onto her slender wrists tight, but loose enough not to leave any marks…unless she struggled.
He then reached around, holding her wrists with one hand, and, placing his right hand on her shoulder, he swung his leg out and kicked her legs out from under her. He heard a muffled “Ummmmfffh” as she landed on the couch, face first, her knees hitting the floor hard.
New pain etched her beautiful face, he saw with a smile, as she turned her head to the right. Resting her left cheek on the musty smelling cussions, she grunted in pain, helpless to stop the tears from flowing freely and swiftly to the couch.
“Had enough slave?” he asked gently as he undid the binding on her eyes.
Linda just looked up at him through squinting eyes, not accustomed to the sudden brilliant light forced upon her and shook her head slowly.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm…. good my lindaslut”, he replied, “For your Master has no intentions of interrupting this night of pain.”
“You wanted to find your limits, right slut?” he asked.
She looked at her Master through her pain and tears with love and nodded her head.
“And my little cunt wants to go beyond her limits, doesn’t she?”
Again she had that love filled look as she nodded. Already, with just looking at her Master, she felt the tingling and the moistness spreading yet again between her creamy thighs.
“Stay just as you are my sweet.”
He kissed her forehead and smiled before returning the binding, wet as it was, to her beautiful eyes.
With that he turned and walked out of the shack, shutting the door softly behind him, not even bothering to tell her where he was going or why.
She heard the squeeking of the door closing and knew he was going out, but figured he was merely going to the Lexus again.
He got in his car, started it and drove away.
Inside the shack, in total darkness, hands bound in cuffs behind her back, knowing he would return soon…Linda was nervous nonetheless.
When she heard the car start and he drove away, she began to feel scared. The fear rode up her spine, making her shiver again as it threatened to comsume her.
Too scared to move, as a part of her thought he might be tricking her to see if she would obey (as he had done percisely this before), she became restless and anxious anyway as the time dragged on and still he did not return.
After about 45 minutes, she could not stand the gnawing fear and the darkness anymore. Her mind exploded in fear, thinking this was the ultimate punishment and that he would not return ’til morning.
With this one single thought in mind, she pushed herself up onto her knees and stood up, wondering what to do next. He had never left her for this long before and she was fast becoming frantic with fear. Forcing her hands down to her ankles, she attempted to step out of them. The cuffs began to tighten even more, digging into her skin. She ignored the pain in her fear.
Becomming off balanced, she fell to the floor backwards, with a heavy thud. The gag muffled her scream of pain, tears flowed anew despite the blinder, and she struggled for control as new panic filled her mind.
The door creaked open then. She grew rigid with fright, realising too late her Master had returned. Instantly she regretted her inpatience. Her body froze as the realisation of the situation impacted on her. She was oblivious to the pain from the fall now, she dreaded more so, the repercussions of her stupidity. She knew he would not let this infraction unpunished.
Smiling, knowing his lindaslut would do just this, he let out another soft, gentle laugh and said, “Oh lindaslut, what is your Master to do with you?”, “You keep insisting on disobeying me.”
“Could you not wait for me?” “Did you not trust me to return?”
“I should have left you here all night,you stupid bitch!”, he said, a little anger showing in his voice. “You are only making it worse on yourself.”
“You aren’t the only one who can bait, my love.” he thought to himself.
He had delliberately stayed longer than necessary (over an hour), because he wanted her fear…. he wanted her to know her fear, to feel it, taste it, swallow it and be comsummed by it. How he loved the smell of her sexually erotic fear emminating from within her. And he knew she got a perverse satisfaction from this fear. He smiled, knowing he was right again. He knew his love/slave inside out. Oh how he loves her reactions.
“Oohhh pet… and this champagen was for our consumption,” he said, barely holding the mirth from his voice.
“Well… we mustn’t let it go to waste, slave.”
This time he could not control the laughter escaping. This was going to be better than he had anticipated.
He walked to her and set the bag with the bottles in it down beside the couch. He bent to help her up, turning her so he could see if she had done any damage to herself in her fall. Inspecting her, he noticed she had managed to tighten the cuffs even more. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew the keys. Unlocking the handcuffs, he let them drop to the floor. He turned her to face him again, and, taking her slender wrists into his hands (hands which dwarfed her tiny ones), he tenderly rubbed the circulation back into them.
Leaning down, he kissed her nose and reached around to take the blindfold off. He unfastened the ball gag and tossed them both onto the couch, next to the enema bag.
Blinking again at the suddenness from the brightness of the coleman, she cast her eyes no further than his chin, knowing better than to look him in the eyes, recalling earlier. Linda touched her cheek as if the sting were still fresh. This action did not escape Steven’s notice.
He tilted her chin up and inquired, “Do you know what your Master is going to do with the champagne lindaslut?”
“No Mm…”
“Look at me bitch!” he commanded.
Linda quickly raised her eyes to him, not daring to defy him now.
“Yes my sweet pet, you DO know, don’t you!”
It was then she saw the devilish glint in his eyes and knew instantly what he was going to do.
“Ahhhhhhhh, yes… I see my sweet slave understands now.”
He winked at her then, ‘causing her to giggle nervously.
“But do you know what your Master is going to do first, my sexy little bitch?” he stated with serious calmness, “We must have you drink something in celebration of your crossing over your limits.”
Suddenly, she felt his grateful, crushing kiss upon her swollen lips. Linda hungrily returned his pressing kiss. She felt lightheaded and out of porportion with herself. She felt a powerful passion as he explored her mouth with his tongue. Just as suddenly, he let go and she had to hold him tightly or crumble to the floor.
Steven felt her total abandonment and wrapped his arms around her sagging form. He held her tight, embracing her heart and soul. Brushing her slightly curly blonde hair away from her face, he traced the trail of dried tears down her cheeks with his fingertips, loving her so damn much in that moment.
And he wondered…
“Who… yes… who was the gatekeeper here, the Master.”
Just as he had wondered before, to understand who, indeed, was truely the slave. He remembered ‘Mastering nikki’, the story that which brought his lindaslut to him so long ago.
He had sworn off this lifestyle. He had become involved with other things in his life and had forgotten the pleasures of this lifestyle. Now… here he was, once again, wanting the mirror of this one’s soul.
He sighed deeply, thinking back to all their conversings. He smiled, pondering… “No, she is quite unlike anyone i had ever trained before.” “She is,” he thought, “The opposite of what i wanted before.”
Shaking himself mentally, he came back to the present.
Looking deeply into her eyes, he lingered there for a moment longer…thinking, wanting her, needing her, though he dared not reveal this to her… not yet.
He turned her around and instructed her to go to the kitchen and sit down. She started walking to the kitchen when he halted her, calling out, “No… wait my lindaslut.”
“I want you to crawl with that sweet ass high in the air to the kitchen.” He continued, “Then, sit down and ready your mouth and body for the receiving of my waters.”
And he smiled as she got down on all fours, pushed her ass up at him haughtily, keeping her back totally straight and slowly crawled to the kitchen through the sheer curtain, seductively swaying her hips and ass. Turning, she sat back on her ass, pulled her knees up, letting them fall slightly to either side, placed her left hand, fingers splayed out facing behind her and her right hand reaching down to open her cunt for him. She leaned her head back and opened her mouth to form a perfect O. Closing her eyes, she waited for her Master.
She felt his presence rather than heard him and wondered how he was always quiet in his movements when he choose to be. She heard his jeans being unzipped and the sound of the rough material being slid down his thighs and sexy ass.
She smiles as the thought and mental picture of this made her even wetter (If that were possible), and new droplets of her girl cum trickled out of her pussy.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm, yes Master,” she moaned, “This whore begs to be bathed by your precious waters.”
“Oh yes, that’s my girl…that’s my lindaslut,” he said tenderly, “You love feeling my cock gushing piss all over you, don’t you cunt?” “You love tasting it don’t you slave?”
“Oh god, YES Master…Please Master… Please,” she said before once again opening her mouth up to him.
Linda felt the first of his urine, hot on her face as he aimed at her mouth. She swallowed some, and some overflowed down her chin and the side of her face, mingling with her sweat slicked hair.
“Play with your clit slut while i empty my bladder onto you, my sweet bitch.”
Using her right hand, she began playing with her clit, rubbing it between her fingers. She moaned with pleasure as he emptied himself onto her pussy now.
“That’s enough linda,” he said as he shook the last drops from his cock onto her.
“Now, get up and lean that pretty cunt of yours over the couch slut, it’s time to cleanse you even more.”
Scrambling to her feet, she hurried back into the livingroom and placed her body across the high arm of the couch, spreading her legs and exposing her ass to him. He followed, pulling his jeans up and zipping them.
Smacking her playfully on the ass as he neared her (he loved watching her jump at every little thing, and he knew just how to make her jump too), he walked to the front of the couch where the enema bag was, pushing it aside for the moment.
He leaned down and grabbed the bag with with the two bottles of champagne and sat on the end of the couch, just inches from her head.
“Raise your head and look at me love.”
Linda did as she was told.
We’re going to do this slightly different my pet”, he said.
She looked athim in confusion but he merely laughed.
“Oh, don’t worry little one… we will use the champagne.” “I know how much you want to try it.”
“No linda … I meant, this time it will be you who inserts the plug into your ass… and… keep it there until I return.”
Shocked, she looked at him and stuttered, “M m … me Master?”
“Well slave, someone has to make sure the bathroom here is ready for your sweet release.” And with that he laughed heartily.
“Unless….”
He smiled at her.
“Unless you wish to do it… AND keep the tubing in place?”
She almost giggled as she pictured herself doing just that.
“Uh… no Master, please, i will hold the tubing in place.”
Satisfied, he placed the bag for her cleansing on his lap and handed her the plug end. He then instructed her to lubricate it with her cunt juices.
Hesitating ever so slightly (He noticed this too), she glanced up at him, careful to keep her eyes averted.
“Go on sweety, do it.”
She stood up, spread her thighs and stuck the end at the opening of her pussy, watching him through lowered lashes.
“That’s it my lindaslut”, he said, “Fuck yourself with it, make it good and wet.”
“I’ll let you know when it’s wet enough pet.”
He watched her watching him, knowing she was still unsure but also knowing she would obey him.
“Come on baby, push it all the way in.”
She did as she was told and gently began sliding it in, though she felt very strange having it inside her pussy.
Steven took the alluminum wrapping off the two bottles and tossed them to the floor. He smiled as he thought of the mess she would have to clean up in the morning…. or whenever he was through with her.
Grasping the one bottle, watching his slave fucking herself with the butt end, enjoying her growing rapture, he placed his thumbs on either side, and, pushing up, popped the cork, laughing when she jerked at the loud POP! sound as it rocketed to the other side of the room, bouncing off the wall and coming to rest a few feet from her. He did the same with the other one and watched her jump again.
He laughed and said, “Nervous linda?”
Giggling nervously, she responded, “A little Master.”
“Don’t be my sweet love, you will enjoy this punishment if i know you.”
“And i most certainly do linda.”
He could see the glistening of her juices elaberately coating the plug, could see the sweet nectar slipping down her creamy thighs and he felt himself becoming hard at the sight.
“O.K. bitch, slide it between those lovely ass cheeks.”
Quickly she complied by pulling it out of her pussy and spreading her ass cheeks apart. She knew it would hurt her, for it had been a long time since he had put, or made her put, anything in her tight hole.Nevertheless, she dared not disobey him now.
Using her right hand to insert it, she gently pushed it in, feeling her hole pucker in protest to the rather large, cock like tubing.
Steven began pouring the champagne into the enema bag, watching her intently.
Linda jumped as the first of the champagne began entering her bowels, not fully knowing just what to expect. She felt the bubbly coolness sliding into her and was shocked at how good it felt. Smiling, she looked to her Master and exclaimed, “Oh god Master… this feels so GOOD!”
“I know my sweet slave, I know.” “It will at first, of course.”
With that he laughed again and continued squeezing the exotic enema into her.
“Close your legs love and lie here on the couch, on your belly”, he instructed. “Keep your legs tightly closed love.”
Obeying, she walked around to him as he rose and cleared the couch off. Still holding the tubing in place, she lay face down, turning her face towards her Master, resting her right cheek on the cushion.
Linda felt her belly begin to hurt as the pressure of the enema filled her. Lying on her stomach didn’t help the pain any either. In fact, it made it worse, but she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm forming within her nonetheless.
“Oh Master… I think I’m going to cum!” She could feel the cum practically pouring from her swollen lips.
“Don’t you dare cum little bitch!” he spat at her, “Don’t you DARE fucking cum!!”
He knew damn well she could no more control the orgasm racking her body then she could the enema she was receiving within her bowels.
She cried out his name as he continued squeezing the champagne into her.
“Oh god, please Master, i can’t stop this”, she screamed as she wiggled against the tubing, feeling the pain growing in her belly as she became filled.
“Shhhhhhh little one”, he hushed, “You can’t yet, I haven’t given you permission.”
He watched her with great interest, immensely enjoying her discomfort, knowing she would indeed cum despite his warning. He knew she had no power over it, knew it was already comsuming her. He knew her every thought, every feeling.
“Oh Master… PLEASE!!” “Let this worthless slut cum, Please!”, she cried out, already on the verge of no return.
Squeezing the last of the second bottle into her, he grinned at her obvious painful thrashings with triumph.
“I will allow you to cum bitch.”
“BUT!”
“You will suffer for this disobedience as well…. Is this what you need lindaslut?”
“My whore needs to cum?”
“Yes… No… I mean… AHHHHHHHHHH YES! Please Master”, she yelled out in her delerium.
“As you wish slave, but remember the punishment shall be applied tonight as well.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
Linda screamed out as a new wave of pain from her full bowels and belly hit her full force.
“Play with your cunt, make yourself cum.”
“That’s it cunt… yes baby”, he said as her left hand saught out her sopping wet pussy, searching for her clit admist it’s glittering wetness.
“Don’t move off this couch until i return!”, he said as he turned, clamping off the tubing and pulling it out, leaving the cock – like plug deep in her ass, preventing the enema from gushing out. He then walked to the back of the shack towards the bathroom.
She began rubbing her protruding clit, instantly sending a bolt of electricity throughout her body, shooting into her mind and comsuming every rational thought. Rolling her eyes upward, she failed to see her Master quietly walk back in and lean up against the wall.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his already erect cock, mesmerised by her apparent rapture. Silently he started stroking his cock in quick, full strokes, becoming lost in her passion and pain.
Linda closed her eyes and continued to rub her clit, working herself into a wild frenzy, unable to control the molten fire building and spreading throughout her body, exploding like fireworks on a moonless night. Hot, blinding ecstasy, mingled with the pain from the pressure of her very full bowels, enveloped her soul and she let out an inhuman scream.
Calling her Master, still unaware he was a mere few feet away from her, watching her every emotion showering across her face, she screamed out, Oh god, oh god…oh….oh god…. STEEEEVVVVEEEEENNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
And the fireworks exploded in her soul then, cascading through the blood in her veins, rocketing her to the edge of that sweet blackness of awareness…………..
She must have blacked out then, for when she came to (or opened her eyes after the storm), she saw him standing above her, stroking his cock with such a serene and pleased look upon his face.
She smiled at him and asked, knowing the answer, “Did you watch me somehow Master?”
He merely grinned at her and kept on pumping his throbbing member… faster, and harder.
He had enjoyed watching her from his spot by the wall. He was stroking his cock meat and watching her pleasure herself, watching the emotions change and flitter across her face, watching her entire body aglow in her sweet release as she came with such violent force as to render herself unconcious.
He had been near his own release when she had exploded. He had walked to her, loving the erotic pleasure it had brought her. He had stood there beside her, looking down into her sweat soaked face and hair, stroking and pumping his cock faster, knowing she would come to any second, knowing she was in her sub space. He was not disappointed, for she came to a few seconds later… and as she did, looking up at him with such pure innocence and gratitude.
For a second (just a second) his breath caught…..
Controling himself, he had exhaled and continued making his cock even harder, aiming it at her pretty face.
Smiling up again at him, she whispered through her pain and pleasure, just three words, breathlessly….
“Thank you Master.”
He continued to gaze down at her, pumping his cock savagely, his veins buldging maddenly…. he was fast losing control.
Suddenly and without warning, he felt his own hot cum erupting from deep within his sac and coursing up through his shaft to the fat, purple mushroom head.
He had no time to command her to sit up and take it in her mouth, but she didn’t need to be told this as she was instantly up and wrapping her mouth around his purple bulb, eagerly taking him inside her, oblivious to her pain now.
“AHHHHHHH”, he moaned loudly while watching her mouth comsume him, “Take your Master’s cum my sweet”, he bearly whispered as he shot his load deep within her mouth.
He came in heavy, thick, jerking spasms. She felt his hot cum juice swishing into her mouth and she allowed it to float there, swirling around her tongue and his cock as he continued to cum, smaller spasms now. He was becoming spent and very weakened.
Fully dry now, her having sucked all of his cum with her lovely mouth, he permitted his cock to softly slide out of her mouth, and, with an audible sucking sound as it did, he dropped heavily to his knees before her.
He smiled then at her and said, “God woman, you looked so damn beautiful when you came… your beautiful face in rhaspody and pain….” And he leaned in and kissed her full on the lips, darting his tongue into her mouth, tasting his own cum traces within her moist inner walls.
Reluctantly, he released her sensual mouth from his and asked, “Are you ready for your flow of release lindaslut?”
“Yes Master”, she replied with a content grin.
“Rise then slut”, he commanded.
She rose, suddenly fully aware of the pain as the champagne shifted in her at her unexpected movement. Her belly felt the pain the most with it’s distention, and her bowels only wanted the enema out.
Meekly she followed her Master, walking kind of bow legged, into the bathroom.
Steven grabbed the coleman with his right hand and led her to a small but clean bathroom in the rear of the shack. Leading her to the toilet, he pushed her roughly down onto the seat and commanded her to take the plug out.
Lifting her ass up a little, she pushed and probed for it, groaning. She half expected it to fall out… but it didn’t.
“Push it a little linda, use your sphincter muscles”, he said as if instructing a child.
She did not catch the scarcasm in his voice though. The pain, now fully realised once again, was fast becoming an almost unbearable ache. Linda pushed painfully against her overly full bowels and could not surpress another groan. She felt the tip and worked her fingers around it. She started tugging it when it suddenly popped out. The champagne came out in a gush, splashing the inside of the bowl as well as all over her hand when she did not remove it fast enough.
Crying out in mixed pain and relief, she leaned gratefully into the hardness of her Master’s belly for support as it continued rushing out of her in a forced stream. The pain dissipated somewhat and now she could only feel relief as what seemed like gallons kept flowing out, cleansing her.
“That’s it my baby… feels good doesn’t it?”
She could only grunt against him, thankful for this moment of his much needed strength as she felt hers leaving momentarily.
The releasing of the enema lasted a lifetime for her. When the last of it could be audibly heard trickling out of her ass, he told her…
“Now take a shower my love, I have more readying to do.”
“Yes Master”, she replied weakly., “As you wish Master.”
As he was leaving the bathroom, he stopped, turned around and said, “I will have things laid out in here for you…you are to put them on, regardless of what they are.”
“Understood cunt?”
“Yes Master.”
And with that he winked and blew her a kiss before he once again turned and left the room.
She merely sat there for a minute, staring at the door where he had been. Mentally she shook herself and wondered what he had planned next for her, she knew it was FAR from over, this night of torture had nary begun.
Linda cleaned herself and washed her hands in the tanned procelin sink off to the left of her. Turning, she reached into the tiny, glass encassed shower stall and turned the water on, adjusting it until it was mildly hot water coming out. It never even occured to her, until much later, the irony of hot water (OR ANY WATER!) running in in what she had assumed was just an abandoned shack.
Satisfied with the temperature, she gingerly stepped into the soothing and welcomed warmth…….
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