Surrender

It was supposed to have been so easy, so safe.

We had decided that our first meeting should take place in a public café that allowed for a certain amount of privacy, but nothing too intimate. I had arrived early, seating myself to have an unobstructed view of the entrance. Thoughts passed quickly as the time of our rendezvous had drawn near. Our eyes had locked together the moment he entered the room. A shiver passed through my body as his grayish blue eyes seemed to reach into the depths of my soul.

As he sat himself across from me I could no longer withstand the effects of his gaze, and I bowed my head. The meal passed in a blur, none of our conversation remembered.

When he began to rise from his chair, one word from his deep voice pierced the fog and sealed my fate, “Come.”

Unable to resist and unwilling to deny my true nature I answered in the only way I could, “Yes, Sir.”

Leaving the café, he opened the passenger door to his waiting car and I slid inside. “Thank you, Sir,” I whispered.

The stern timber of his voice erased all thoughts of disobedience. “Sit, do not speak again.”

Sitting with my hands claped in my lap, my head lowered so as not to offend, the journey passed quickly. He parked in front of a house completely classified by towering oaks and escorted me inside.

We stopped before a closed door and he turned to face me. “In this room you will find your wardrobe. Pick what you consider to be the appropriate attire and present yourself to me,” and he walked away, knowing that his command would be obeyed.

Upon entering the room, I found myself surrounded by rows of beautiful clothes for every possible occasion. My eyes jumped from item to item, unable to decide until a shimmer of dark clothes drew my attention. Holding it before me I knew I had found the perfect item. Made of the deepest black, with blood red trim at the neck, arms, and hem. Unhesitatingly I removed my clothes and undergarments, mybody bare of all restraints. The cool air causing an immediate and pleasant reaction, my nipples hardened. The kimono slipped easily onto my shoulders and as the silk slide across my breasts a shiver passed through my body. Vanquishing the thought of my fingers playing across my now moist tingling cunt, for I must not delay.

Following in the direction he had taken, I passed beneath an archway and was confronted by a room whose walls were drawn with erotic tapestries interwoven with pictures I knew well. Scenes from the Kama Sutra surrounded me in life-size clarity. A warm flush filling my body from seeing such open sexuality. Drawing my gaze away with difficulty I began to take in the rooms furnishings. Dominating the room was the largest bed I had ever imagined. In one corner a pile of pillows and fur-lined blankets lay upon the floor. Facing this corner was an oversized leather chair, and that is where He was seated.

Moving forward and stopping beside the chair, my body tensing, my eyes begging for approval. As he turned to look at me I involuntarily stepped backwards. His eyes and smile revealing pure wanton animal lust! Quick as the strike of a cobra his fingers had grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him and downwards. His grip drawing me to my knees between his legs, my head level with his chest.

Releasing my arm, his hand cupped beneath my chin and raised my head to meet his eyes. “You will remain kneeing on the cushions until you decide the direction of your collaring.”

With that statement he rose and pushed back the chair, revealing two objects lying on the floor. The first was a long downy feather. I flinched as my attention focused on the second item, a riding crop. It was to be my choice; pleasure or pain, gentle or harsh.

My mind racing, I had not noticed my wrap had fallen open until a cool breeze fluttered across my bare skin. Afraid of offending, I left myself exposed to his view. Keeping my head lowered but raising my eyes, I was confronted with his reaction to my nudity. The distinct outline of his bulging cock through his pants filled my vision. As my pussy began to moisten, I wondered how long I would have to wait before he allowed me to feast upon the object I craved.

Sometime during the night I slept, my dreams seeming so real. The feeling of firm strong hands massaging my flesh. Working my shoulders then skimming lightly over my breasts, barely touching my distended nipples. Flowing lower, across my belly and down my legs. Feeling pressure as the fingerprints move to my inner thigh and spread me open. My hips pressing forward as a sweet care glides over the swollen lips of my hungry pussy. The light pressure forcing a drop of sexual dew to moisten my crack and lubricate the imagination fingerprints.

Quivering with Desire, my body warming as if the sun…I awoke with a start, sunlight splashing across my naked body. My eyes focusing on a note beside the cushions telling me to bathe and dress myself, that he would return soon for my decision. Beside the note lay a surprise that brought my dream vividly to life. My shock turning to pleasure as I stared at the picture of Him kneeing beside my outstretched body, his fingers wet from my juices!

Waiting for his return had seemed like a lifetime, but finally the sound of his steps caused my body to react instantly to the thoughts of what my future held. Kneeling before the chair, hands claped behind my back, eyes lowered in respect and fear. I dared not glance up at his approach and so I flinched when my hair was gripped from the back. The strength of his grip forcing my head back, my eyes forced to meet his. My body quivering as his free hand slide lightly across my exposed throat and ever downwards.

I had chosen the only attire that would show my willingness to succumb to his will, my complete nudity revealing my desire to give myself fully.

His hand settled on my breast. Taking my erect nipple betweenn finger and thumb he began to stroke it with increasing pressure. Knowing that my silence was expected, I could not contain the moan that escaped my lips as the pleasure/pain flowed through my body. Never had I responded so quickly to a simple gesture.

As my body was arched backward by the force of his grip my hips unwillingly thrust forward, revealing to his eyes the desire of my body. From the moment of his first care motivation had begun to glisten the outer lips of my swollen pussy. With each painful squeeze of my nipple a shock of pure ecstasy flowed between my legs.

Never releasing me, he moved around to stand in front of me. I felt his foot slide between my legs forcing me to spread them open. The first shameful tear flowed down my cheek as his boot pressed against my crotch and I was unable to stop from grinding my clip against his touch.

Releasing me and stepping back, he sat down in his chair. His eyes never leaving my arched body and obvious desire. Even as I was thinking how easily I had given myself, I was unable to stop from lowering my head and pressing my lips to his booted feet.

Slowly he raised my head and I found myself looking at what was to be my only clothing. Hanging from his hand was the collar that would bind me! There would be no choices in this decision, as he reached forward and claimed what belonged to Him.

My eyes drifted downwards as his hands moved to his lap and opened his pants. My tongue wetting my lips as his engaged cock pulsed before me. His hand encircling the shake, he stroked upward and squeezed, forcing a drop of cum onto the tip. Insolent as it was, I could wait no longer and my mouth closed around the head, tasting his cum and the sweetness of his shake as it slip into my mouth. My hand replaced his as I began to stroke with the same rhythm of my mouth. Nothing else mattered in the world as my mouth hungrily devoured this gift. I could feel his cock pulsating in my mouth as the first of hiscum shot against my throat. Swallowing wad after wad, I could not capture it all and his cum soaked my lips and hand as it ran from my mouth. Unwilling to loose any of His seed I began lapping at his still hardened shake, cleaning him from the tip to his balls.

My head lay in his lap. My fingers fondling his balls while my tongue playedfully flicked across the head of his hard cock. The pressure of his hand massaging my back sending shivers throughout my drenched pussy. He had allowed me no release from the pressure building inside me. My clip remained distended and swollen with desire. Every whisper of air or the slightest movement of my body caused my pussy to cinch down, becoming to be used.

I had spent the hours waiting for his return thinking about the choice that was given me and how I would answer. There was truly only one direction and it was made for me by His voice, “You are mine, little one, and your choice is the whip.”

A wave of convulsions shook my body asMy pussy juices flowed down my legs from the orgasm caused by nothing but words. My thighs trembling from the release, I broke my silence for perhaps the last time. “Yes, Master… I am yours.”

While my head still lay in his lap, my Lord fastened a lean to my collar. Rising to his feet he pulled me up and walked me down the hallway to my wardrobe. “Time for you to be displayed,” as he passed clothes of his choosing into my arms.

Standing me before a mirror, he showed me the undergarment I would be wearing. It appeared to be a straw-on dildo, but I quickly learned how mistaken I was. As he fastened the straw around my hips I felt something press against the tender lips of my pussy. Without pause, he slide six inches of thick pleasure deep inside me and fastened the thong strap between my ass Cheeks and to the back of the waistband. The rest of my attire consisted of a black leather skirt so short that the curve of my ass remained visible and a top so sparse that I feared myerect nipples would tear the fabric.

The slightest movement caused the dildo inside me to shift, guaranteeing that my sexual tension would not only remain but also build throughout the evening.

He drive us to a restaurant where we were escorted to a private dining room. Eleven men and two empty chairs were arranged around a single table. A flush rose in my cheeses as I realized that every man present had turned to witness our arrival. As my Master helped me to my seat the pressure of my weight drive the dildo deep inside me, causing a low throaty gasp to escape my lips. Leaning over to kiss my cheek he whispered, “Don’t fret, little one, they do not know what you are.”

Throughout the meal he would occasionally reach between my thighs and press my crotch. I could not help but lean against his shoulder as Each touch renewed the flow of my juices. I feel sure that soon the smell of my lust would fill the room.

Gratefully, we departed right after the meal and I soonFound myself back inside his domain. He wasted no time in striping me of my clothes and as he slowly removed the dildo my knees buckled under the pleasure of yet another orgasm. He allowed me no time to recover as he guided me to the door of the room and my eyes fell upon something that had been placed inside.

Before me sat a long hinged table, open cuffs dangling from the four corners. As we drew nearer I noticed that the top had been drilled with numerous holes. He ordered me onto the table on my hands and knees, quickly spreading my arms and fasting the cuffs to my wrists. The strap holding the cuffs seemed unnecessarily long and I wandered why such mobility was allowed. Quickly enough I learned the reason.

While the straws had distracted me another dildo had been mounted in one of the tables holes. Grabbing my hips, my Master pulled me towards him so that the phallus barely pierced my pussy. Fear gripped me as I noticed the length was far more than I could ever engulf.

Without pause he began to turn a handle and the table began to tilt. As the incline increased my body began to slide down the smooth surface and impale me on the massive dildo. Just as I felt I could hold no more, the cuffs on my wrists tightened and stopped my slide. Each ankle was then strapped into the bottom cuffs.

“It’s time for your choice,” and before I could comment I heard the strap whistle Through the air and feel the sting of leather as it slashed across my thighs!