Her name was Patrice and we had known each other for some years but had never met. We met on a cybergroup of some sort and started an email correspondence. I am a Master and have had several slaves and she knew it. I knew she was vanilla and fucked around a lot: hookups, threesomes, swinger parties, etc. So we didn’t seem to have much in common sexually. Still, we corresponded often, sharing experiences.
She was vanilla but was submissive-curious I think. And I was always up for a good slave-fuck. But distance was a problem. She lived on the west coast and I was states away. So time passed with nothing more the Emails and flirting between us.
Once, when I had an empty stable, I got to thinking about traveling to see her for a week. I had some interest in training a new slave and there was one quirky thing about her: in spite of all the fucking she had done, her ass was still virgin. So she was a virgin to submissive sex and a virgin to anal penetration.
So I posed it to her: I’d travel to see her for a week and we’d shadow up in a hotel. For that weekend, she would be my slave, would have no rights (except to leave), and must obey all of my commands. And, no parts of her body were off limits. After some hesitation, she agreed and I could tell she was excited getting together.
Since I was relatively mature in my Mastery by this time, I had a plan for the weekend and I didn’t share it with her. She obviously thought we’d fuck a little and then go sight-seeing because she started suggesting things we could do besides have sex. But that was not my plan.
When I came into the hotel lobby, she was waiting for me with a large suitcase. It was the first time we had seen each other in person and she was heavier than I expected, a real BBW. She looked nervous and insecure and started to utter some sort of apology but I silenced her: “No speaking without permission. And never, ever are you to criticalize my property.” She looked puzzled at first and then it dawned on her that the property I was referring to was her! She fell silent and her face reddened.
We rode up the elevator with her silent and me giving instructions. “When you enter the room, you will immediately strip and knee on the floor with your mouth open and your hands behind your head. You will not be allowed to wear clothes while in the room. You may use a pillow under your knees.”
“Yes sir, thank you sir.” She fell into the role quickly. The elevator arrived on our floor and we proceeded to the room in silence. Once inside, she bought herself with striping and I started to unpack. I took my time, freshened up from the long plane ride, and when I entered the room, there was this gorgeous BBW naked and kneeing as ordered. My cock immediately stiffened.
I pulled the curtains and only left the light on from the bathroom so the room was mostly dark. I gave her her first order: “Stand and slowly undress me. Hang up my clothes as you remove them. You are not allowed to touch my cock or balls until you earn that privilege.”
She began, slowly and meticulously removing my clothes. Shen she pulled down my underwear, my cock sprang to attention and she looked at it lovingly but restrained her urge to touch. “slave, what do you see?”
“Your cock is hard, Master.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you are sexually excited, Master.”
“Why is that?”
She paused and looked at me quizzically. I gave her a soft slap to the face.
“Because I have a beautiful, sexy slave woman that is going to serve my every desire this weekend. I have chosen to spend this weekend with you and you are not to question my decisions or you will be punished. Do you understand?”
She looked down with red cheeses. “Yes, Master. I’m sorry Master.”
I am a sadist but and she was not a pain slut, but there was no escaping the fact that she was going to endure pain this weekend, perhaps more than ever before in her lif. That realization made her nervous.
She had kneeeled to remove my underwear and socks and was finished undressing me. I reached down, got a firm grip on her nipples and lifted her quickly and harshly to a standing position. She cried out a little from the unexpected pain.
“I’m going to sit in that chair. Face me, standing,, with your legs spread, your hands behind your head and your mouth open. I’m going to inspect the prize I have for this weekend.”
I knew it could be unnerving for a woman to display herself in that manner, especially if they were insecure about their bodies (which is most of them) but it was a form of torture I enjoyed so I took my time.
She was chubby but I like curves and am not picky about body type. As long as the nipples don’t hang below the belly button and the belly doesn’t hang down and cover up the cunt, I’m OK with large bodies. I do insist that the slave maintains good hygiene.
She had nice full boobs, about a D cup, with somewhat of a sag to them, and heavy. I knew that they would tie up very nicely. She was a virgin to slavery so I didn’t bring any needs for the weekend. No blood, no puncturing the skin but she WOULD be leaving with crueles and welts (“trophies” of her service to me). She also had a nice ass and her body was proportioned nicely. She had a pretty face and long brown hair that I knew she was proud of.
“Turn around.” She compiled. “Bend over and reach around and spread your ass cheats.” She compiled. “There are two holes there. Who do they belong to?”
“You Master.”
“Have they both been fucked before?”
“No Master.”
“Give me details.”
“Master, my pussy has been fucked many times but my ass has never been fucked.”
“Why is this?”
She paused. “Because I like sex.”
“No, why is your ass not been fucked?”
“Because I’m afraid of the pain.”
“Come here and knee before me.” She compiled. “If you want me to fuck your ass, you must beg for the privilege of having Me deflower it.” She trembled a bit and looked down. “Look at me!” She looked up sharply, with tears in her eyes.
“Master, please fuck my ass.”
“You don’t sound very convincing to me.”
“Master, it’s because I am afraid but please fuck my ass. I want you to be the first man to put his cock inside my virgin anus. I want you to have this Gift of my body.”
“Very good. I am pleased and will consider your request. Since you have pleased me with your request, you may give me one kiss on my balls.” Her face brightened instantly and she lunged between my legs to kiss my hairy balls.
“Good girl. Now I want you to go to the center of the room next to the bed, stand with your hands at your sides and eyes closed. I’m going to inspect your body thoroughly. She compiled and I could see that she was still trembling slightly. “Legs spread apart!” I barked and she shifted to a spread position.
The inspection would take hours, literally. During the entire time, she was not allowed to use her hands or arms or sit down. I had a specific agenda in mind and had been looking forward to it for months. I knew from our correspondence that she orgasmed easily and often, which was a big contrast to some of my long term slaves that had great difficulty with orgasms. I planned to take advantage of this trait.
I started my inspection by standing behind her, touching her only with my hard cock against her ass. She knew what it was and her breathing increased. I started whispering into her ear.
“What is that, slave?”
“Your cock, Master.”
“What caused it to be hard?”
“I did Master.”
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you this weekend?”
“Fuck me, Master?”
“Yes, what else?”
“Let me suck your cock?”
“Yes, I think you will earn the privilege of worshiping my cock. Vanilla girls suck cocks. Slave girls like you gobeyond that and worship their Master’s cocks. Do you think you can do that?”
“Oh yes, Master.”
“Do you know what else I’m going to do to you?”
“What Master?”
“Anything and everything I want. And you will not resist. Is that clear?” She shuddered obviously before answering.
“Yes, Master.”
Her breathing was very fast by Now and I hadn’t even touched her except with my cock. Her pale skin was getting pinkish from the blood flow and I could smell her sex emanating from her pussy. Now pressing my cock into the crack of her ass, I started kissing her neck and ears, oh so gently, breathing hard and continuing to whisper into her ear. I was looking for those spots where she was especially sensitive and when found, I concentrated my efforts in those areas.
“For this weekend, you are my captive, my sex slave. Your sole purpose is to obey and please me. To me, you are an instrument of my pleasure and I plan to use you to the maximum. As I have said, you areNot allowed to wear clothes while in this room. You will feed me at meals. You will wash my body in the shower. The only right you have is to decide to end our time together and leave. You may cry out from the pain but you must end it. You may beg for consideration if the pain is too great. You must not initiate conversation unless it is to beg or ask permission to speak. You have no right to privacy. When you use the toilet, you must leave the door open and I will likely observe. Do you understand?”
“Yes Master.”
More trembling and more kisses around her face, neck, shoulders. Now I started using my fingertips, with the lightest pressure on her face, lips, ears, etc. My fingertips eventually descended down to her upper chest, making their way so slowly down to her boobs. She was breathing really fast now.
“slave, you are not allowed to have an orgasm without my permission. If you do, you will be punished. Is this clear?”
With almost a cry, “Yes Master.”
“You will be permitted to orgasm when my finger penetrates into your cunt for the first time and not until. Understood?”
Recent, in distress “Yes Master.”
Now I moved around to her front, facing her and moving as close as possible. My rigid cock was touching her pussy lips now and we could feel each other’s breath on our face. I kissed her lips gently and briefly, then again, a little longer, and then again for a long time. While I was doing this, my hands were roaming over her body, caresing her ass cheats, the top of her hips, around the outside of her breasts. She was trembling again, this time from excitement instead of fear. My fingers made circles on her breasts until they finally found their way to her nipples.
She had nice nipples, long enough to pinch and torture. I started with gently caresing them before grabbing them between my thumb and index finger and squeeze and lifting. I did this repeatedly and occasionally shook them to demonstrate how they were my playthings and nothing more.
Next my mouth and tongue found her nipples and her quaking got more pronounced. I felt like she was on the edge of an orgasm so I stopped and reminded her of my order: “slave, do not cum. Hold it off. You can do it.”
“Yes, Master” she said shakily.
I stood behind her again, my cock nestled in the crack of her ass, my lips kissing her ears and neck While my hands slowly descended to the seat of her womanhood. I used the lightest touch of my fingertips to trace along her outside pussy lips and then slowly down the separation between them. She was in a bad way now, shaking like a leaf and having a hard time standing.
Her pussy was soaked and my finger came away wet. “Taste this.” I said, bringing my finger to her lips. She took it inside her mouth like it was a small cock and started sucking it like a baby sucks a nipple.
“What do you want me to do to you today?”
“Oh, Master, please fuck me, fuck me in all of my holes, fuck me until I can’t stand up. Use me, take all of me.” she said with breathlessness urgency.
“You have been a good girl so far, and good girls get rewarded. Are you my good girl?”
“Yes, Master, I want to be so good for you.”
“When did I tell you you could cum?”
“When your finger enters my cunt.”
“Do you want it now?”
“Oh, God, Master please, yes, please let me cum!”
As soon as she said it, in one motion, my finger slide between her lips and into her soaking wet cunt as far as I could push it. She explored into a mewling, shaking, stammering mass of female orgasm, nearly knocking us both down. I grabbed her and held her upright as much as I could. Soon she steadied and replaced her posture.
At this point, I was sure she believed that I would move on to allow her to touch me and begin the process of earning the privilege of worshiping my cock. But I had another plan in mind.
My goal now was to stimulate her to repeated orgasms until she became me to stop. I kept my right hand middle finger between her lips and moved it slowly up and down, stimulating her clip and teasing the opening of her cunt. I practiced at this, trying to learn what worked and what didn’t, what level of pressure and intensity she could endure. With my left hand, I would find other areas on her body to care, sometimes her nipples, sometimes the crack of her ass and Sometimes gently pulling her hair. And always I was whispering things into her ear.
When an orgasm would come, I’d make sure to add a dose of pain at the height of it by either giving her one hard spank, or pinching a nipple. I wanted her body to start to associate pain and pleasure together.
I knew that I was beyond her vanilla experiences with this and she was experiencing a level of pleasure that was unprecedented. My intention was selfish and obvious: I wanted her to be madly attracted to me and running down the path to be a real submissive.
It workd very well. She was orgasming about every 2 to 3 minutes. I would pause to let the waves of pleasure subside and then would begin again. Perhaps after 45 minutes, she started begging to be allowed to rest. “No, not yet. You can take a few more.”
After 2 more, her begging intensified. Finally, another 2 more intense orgasms, I allowed her to collapse on the bed. I cuddled her on the bed and whispered “We’ve only been here two hours. We have the whole weekend ahead of us.”
I let her rest for a time and we even had a brief nap. We had a snack and then I ordered her into a kneeing position near the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed. “Slave, are you grateful?”
“Yes Master, very grateful.”
“Do you want to express your gratitude in ways that give me pleasure?”
“Very much Master.”
“Very well then. You may kiss my balls. Do not touch them with your hands and do not use your tongue.” I leaned back on the bed and put my feet up on the edge.
She began immediately and my cock started to regain its hardness. I lay back and enjoyed the sensing of light kisses on my balls and the submission inherent in it. After a time, I said “Slave, have you ever tasted a man’s ass before?
“Yes Master.”
“Then you may taste my ass now and you may use your tongue.”
Immediately she dove into my crack, tongue and licking. My cock was pointing to the ceiling Now and I was starting to have difficulty containing my excitement.
“Now you may lick my balls.”
The progression continued, allowing her to kiss and then lick my cock and then finally, after telling her that I was pleased, I allowed her to take my cock into her mouth. All of her vanilla fuck buddies had trained her well. She had a decent level of expertise and I was thoroughly enjoying her efforts.
There are so many ways to suck cock and all of them feel good. Her method was on the slow side, exploring with her tongue, slowly taking it into her mouth, licking the tip, etc. She was not able to deep throat me and I didn’t feel that face-fucking her was the thing to do at the moment.
I stopped her for a moment to give her some instruction: “I want to explain the difference between cock sucking and cock worshiping. A slave wants to pour out the gratitude, respect, admission and sometimes love towards her Master in how she treats his cock. I want you to adopt this mindset as much as possible.” She continued and I could tell she had understood my point. She was using both hands along with her mouth and tongue now, and the way she was moaning, it seemed like she would cum before I did.
I was losing control so I started distracting myself, thinking of anything other than the glorious attention that my manhood was receiving. I decided that I would not be able to hold on forever so I gave her the necessary instruction: “I am going to reward you with my cum soon. When I cum, it’s might be a rough ride because I’m so turned on by you but you must ensure that you keep every drop in your mouth. When I’m finished, I want you to tilt your head back and open your mouth so I can see what you have. Only when I give you permission will you be allowed to swallow it. Do you understand?” She nodded, not wanting to take it out of her mouth to answer.
Finally I could hold out no longer and I explored into a Very, very intense orgasm, grabbing her head and forcing it towards me and bucking like a bronco. She was a good girl and hung on, stuck to my cock and taking my cum in her mouth. She assumed the position I had ordered and I rested for a minute before putting my cock to her lips and saying “Clean the tip with your tongue.”
I laid back on the bed and regard her, patiently holding my cum in her mouth, waiting to be allowed to swallow. I thought to myself, “Does it ever get any better than this?”
Finally, I allowed her to swallow, and enjoyed it that she gagged a little. The bad taste of cum is an advantage for sadists like me.
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