[Fiction] My Master is firm but fair.

[m55uk4younger]

My Master is firm but fair.


PART ONE:

My Master is fair. Firm, but fair.
When training, I try to be a good bitch for him.
I am quick to obey commands and I am very attentive to his needs.
But when I do not meet Master's expectations, punishment is swift and
unforgiving. I don't mind. It is as it should be. I should be punished
so that I can be better in the future. Pain is a good teacher. But even
after the pain, it hurts me deeply inside knowing that I have failed
Master. Much more than the pain administered. I stay awake at night and
worry about what I am doing wrong and what I need to do to pleasure him
properly and win back my pride in being a good bitch.

Master has always praised me for my presentation to him.
I try to look acceptable when he comes home.
I make sure my body is soft and smooth.
All to ensure the maximum amount of pleasure for him.
He finds my ass and pussy pleasing to look at and he mounts me regularly.
I love being used by Master and the gift of his spunk is my reward for
being his property.
This makes me very happy.

But I am a failure.
I do not deserve to have such wonderful Master.
I do not deserve to have his spunk in me.
Why? Because I have been unable to service Master to completion orally.
I am ashamed to admit it, but it is sadly too true.

This is my sad story.

Master is not my first man. Even though he is now my only man and I will
never spread my ass for another. So I can say with some confidence, even pride,
that I know how to orally service a man. In the past, I have been praised
for my technique. It is something I enjoy. I love the feel of a man's penis
in my mouth. I love the feel of my lips sliding down the shaft as I take it
deep into my throat. I crave the rush of hot cum filling my mouth. And I
especially like the idea that I having so pleasured a man he has honoured
me with the glorious gift of his spunk.
My only thought is for Master.
My only feelings, my shame and embarrassment in my failure to him.

I must tell you that Master likes to take time and savour my mouth. He has
told me this. But this does not excuse the fact that once he has spent time
in my mouth, I cannot then give him the added sensations and pleasure to
bring him to orgasm. See. I told you I am a useless dumb slave boy bitch!

Master is a man of habit and likes things the same when he gets home. He
arrives home each day at the same time. This gives me plenty of time to
prepare myself for him. Firstly, I ensure that my pussy is clean.
Oh, by the way, I call my pink puckered entrance my pussy. But my warm insides is my cunt. Once I am sure that I am totally clean. I can then shower.
While showering, I shave myself to remove any offensive stubble.
I pay special attention to my ass and my breasts. They must be silky smooth.
Master loves to fondle both. I am so lucky!

Once I am totally clean both on the inside and outside, it is time to
moisten my skin and get dressed. I use a quick absorbing cream so I won't
feel slippery (except where I am supposed to feel that way) when Master
touches me. After I paint my nails, toes and fingers for him, then wait for
them to dry. I know what he likes.
He likes me to be dressed but not overly dressed.
He has worked hard all day and I want him to smile when he opens
the door and sees me. So it takes time to get it right.

Finally, I hear Master and his footsteps as he approaches the door.
I open the door before he can reach for the handle. I know if all my
preparation has been worth it if I am given an approving smile as he
enters. Today is a good day, he smiles! I stand there letting him look me
over with approval. My impulse is to wrap my arms around his neck and give him a passionate "welcome home" kiss.
But I know better. I must first help him off with his coat and shoes.
Which I dutifully do.
Then I passively stand waiting for his direction.
Today he must be very pleased.
He takes me into his arms and kisses me, sticking his tongue deep into my mouth.
I know this is his signal to suck his tongue.
I play with it as if it were a cock as he moves it in and out of my mouth.
All the while he has moved a hand to my breast and is squeezing my nipple until I squirm with pain.
Then he moves his hand down to my man parts and smiles.

Saying, "You're very wet today."

I am a bit embarrassed. I am so wet!

Then he whispers, "You know where you should be."

This is my cue to drop to my knees and undo his pants and remove
them. Quickly! Master does not want the mood spoiled. With practiced skill
I have the pants off and I take his wonderful cock and put it in my mouth.

Somebody once said that a Master desires to be needed and that a submissivedesires to be wanted.
Well, I need a Master. I need to submit to him. To feel his cock in my mouth. I physically need him to mount me and fuck me.
Without this, I am nothing. And only Master can quench the fire that
burns in me. It is such a relief to have his cock in my mouth. I feel like
a drug addict getting a fix. I start with long, slow strokes down his
shaft. Feeling it harden as the heat, the wet and the movement pleasure
him. Once it is hard, I then start to use my tongue as I slowly stroke his
cock with my lips. My tongue massages the sensitive bundle of nerves
running the length of the bottom of the shaft. Applying just enough
pressure to add to the motion of my mouth. Occasionally, I will slow enough to rub my tongue over the head and then stick the tip into his piss hole. I am always conscious of his reactions.
The small sighs guiding me in how I pleasure him.

But I am nervous. I know that if he commands that I have him in my mouth
too long he may get distracted and his pleasure will diminish. I so want to
please him. I so need to have his spunk fill my mouth! I need to redeem
myself and my self-worth. But I know this is just the beginning.
Patience slave boy bitch. Patience.


PART TWO


I am in heaven. This is what I was made for. To pleasure my man. The taste of his pre-cum is now filling my mouth and this urges me on to ever greater efforts to work Master's cock with my lips and tongue. I begin to push the cock head ever deeper into my mouth. With each successive stroke the head of his cock pushes to the back and towards the opening of my throat. Now I slow the tempo and as the head reaches the back my mouth I push hard and relax my muscles to allow the cock into my throat.
I hold it there for a few seconds moving only enough to provide stimulation to the head of his cock.
Master groans with pleasure. I am conscious that I am leaking. My
pre-cum now soaking me. But I must concentrate on pleasuring my man
and forget my own pleasure!

Now my throat muscles have been stretched. I begin to take long deep
stokes. Each time pushing Master's cock deep down my throat. But something isn't right! I am holding on to Master's hips for balance and I notice that there is a tenseness that has not been there before.
What am I doing wrong?
What is happening?
Master grabs my head with both hands and roughly forces
him against me; pushing his cock deeper than it has ever been in my throat, holding it there. I have no power and wait. I cannot breathe, his cock cutting off all air. I feel like I will pass out in seconds as the world
turns grey. Just then Master moves my head enough to allow me one quick
gulp of air before violently starting to fuck my mouth. Holding my head and
thrusting his hips, his cock raping my throat.

"Make me cum bitch!" "Make me cum!" "Do it right!"

I still could not breathe fully and it was all I could do to remain
conscious as I received his brutal pounding in mouth and throat. My eyes
were tearing and mucus was pouring out of my nose from pounding. I don't
know how much time passed. Seconds seemed like minutes.

Finally Master yelled "Fuck" and pushed me off his cock and I fell
backwards on to the floor. Gasping for breath.

I lie there not moving. Not knowing what to do. I knew enough not to say
anything until spoken to. What had I done wrong? What did I do? What a
stupid Bitch I must be. Master just stood there looking at me.
Looking through me like I wasn't there.

"Get up" he said calmly.

I slowly got up and stood facing him.

"I'm sorry Master, I . . ."

"Did I tell you to speak!" he shouted back to me.

"No, please, I'm sorry." Was all that I could blurt out. I was totally
confused and did not know what to do.

"You have been a bad girl. You have failed me." He said slowly. His voice
cold. "Do you know how you have failed me?"

I was in despair. I knew that I was a failure. But hearing my Master say it
to me was crushing. I felt like dirt. Less than dirt in his eyes. Where
previously I enjoyed standing naked before him; letting him take in my body and take pleasure from it, I now suddenly felt naked and ashamed.

"No Master." I replied.

"Try harder." He said sternly.

"Because I don't do what I'm told?" I whispered.

"Think some more. Take your time." He said. "turn around and expose yourself."

I immediately turned around, spread my legs and bent over,
giving him full view of my ass and puckered pussy.
Wondering what was to happen next. He moved towards me.
I could feel his hands moving over my ass and down my thighs.
Moving over to my soft and smooth inner thighs and then up to my pussy
where he rubbed in soft circular motions.
I began to relax, enjoying the sensations and let out a little moan of
pleasure. Then, without warning Master shoved two of his fingers deep into
my cunt. The sharp pain caused me to gasp as I adjusted to the
intrusion. He then began to explore my insides. Fingers twisting and
turning inside me until he found the little nub of my prostrate. He began
to rub and press down on the little bump. Not gently as he had in the past,
but with such force that there was a pain that I had not known before. All
pleasure was gone, only the urgent need to endure. To submit. Pain was his to give. My duty to receive. I could feel the thick fluids flow through my
cock as he milked me. Then the tingle as they reached the head of my cock
and flowed out, splattering the floor. I could not tell what Master was
thinking. I could not see his face.

Suddenly the pain and the fingers were gone. I didn't move. Didn't speak. I
remained bent over, legs spread, fully exposed, my man parts still
profusely dripping my pre-cum on the floor where there was now a puddle
growing. I felt embarrassed, and humiliated by my inability to control the
flow of the juices dripping from my cock.

"Bad bitches need to be disciplined." Master said quietly. "You're a bad
bitch, aren't you?" "You are a stupid, silly bitch. Aren't you?"

"Yes Master." I replied.

"Yes Master. What?" He said sternly.

"Yes Master. I am a stupid bitch who has failed you. I should be disciplined
for failing you."

I truly believed that what I was saying was correct. I had failed Master. I
was a dumb bitch. His pleasure was my responsibility and no matter how hard I tried sometimes, I could not do what was expected. I knew what he wanted me to say, but for some reason, I couldn't admit it. Something held me back from admitting to Master what he expected to hear. I know it did not matter that he was the first man I could not satisfy orally. That past pride was erased by my failure. I was a worthless cunt. But still I couldn't answer.

"You will be." He said. "You will be."

I could feel him place his left hand on hip and then the soft tip of his
hard cock probing my opening. Then, with one hard thrust, he was inside me.
Hands grabbing my hips and pulling me onto him. Forcing himself deep into
my warm wet interior. Never before had he so brutally entered me.
I gasped, reaching for the couch to steady myself as he began to pound
me without remorse.

"Take it bitch. Take it bitch." He groaned as he unrelentingly raped me.

I thought that for sure he was going to rip my insides and break me. Each
thrust seeming to go ever deeper into me. After a dozen or so strokes the
pain eased and the pleasure was building. The thrusting of his magnificent
cock making me wet as I had one anal orgasm after another. Yes, I am one of those rare bitches that actually can have true anal orgasms. I was being
fucked by my man and I was in heaven! This is what I lived for! This was my purpose in life. To be mounted, and fucked as a bitch. To take joy in submitting.
To the fulfillment of having him plant his hot spunk in me.

Master reached over to gain access to my breasts. At first squeezing them
hard and then pinching my nipples and pulling them.
Then he concentrated on my right nipple squeezing it with his fingernails.
So hard that I was sure there would be blood. The intense pain and the pleasure were mixed together. Heightening the experience. Presently he slowed. The thrusts now shorter and shorter. He stopped, his cock resting in my cunt. Breathing heavily. I was content to just "be". To feel him in me.
Waiting for him to resume. Waiting for the rush of his cum into me.
I needed his spunk. It was a physical imperative. I ached for the feeling of
the warm fluid filling my passage and the release of all my sexual tensions
that it brought. But there was to be no relief.
He pulled out of me. Leaving me empty and frustrated.

"Clean me." He said.

I turned around and knelt before him and took him into my mouth and began to suck off the thick cream coating his cock. Then licking the slightly
brown coating from his balls. "You missed some. Up here." As he pointed to
the thick hair at the base of his penis. It was wet with my thick discharge.
I moved my mouth there and licked and sucked all that remained off him.

Satisfied that I had cleaned him sufficiently, he turned around and walked
towards the bedroom.

"Come." He said. "But first clean up your mess on the floor."

I turned around and got on my hands and knees and bent to lick up my
pre-cum from the floor. By now it was cold and was drying on the edges. It
took a couple of minutes to clean properly. But the time did give me the
opportunity to calm my throbbing cunt and regain some composure. This was not a typical day with Master. I had no idea what to expect when I went to the bedroom.

As I entered the bedroom, Master was sitting on the side of the
bed. Waiting patiently for me.

"Come here and kneel." He commanded. "Put my cock in your mouth."

This I dutifully did and began work his cock. He suddenly pulled out of my
mouth. And slapped me hard across my face. Knocking me to the floor. My
head was aching and strength of the blow left me dizzy. My mind was
swimming.

"Did I tell you to suck bitch?" He demanded.

It took me a few seconds for the words to sink in. "No Master." Was all I
could blurt out. I was so confused. I could feel the emotions build up in
me and I began to sob, tears running down my cheeks. I couldn't control
myself. It was all too much.

"Shut up bitch!" He roared. "You will learn discipline".

I tried desperately to get myself under control as I got up and kneeled
before him. As I got up, he grabbed my head by the hair and pulled my mouth onto his now raging cock. I was sobbing and gagging at the same time.

"Now don't move." He said.

I knelt there, slowly getting control of myself. Holding his cock in my
mouth, waiting. He took a deep breath and then began to piss, a strong,
pungent stream flooding my mouth. It took me by surprise. Not that he was using me as his toilet. He had done this before. It was my duty and honour to be his toilet. I was too involved in my own self-pity to know what was coming. The volume was so much that I choked before I could swallow the warm piss hitting the back of my throat and rapidly filling my mouth. The yellow fluid ran down my chest dripping onto my cock. Now I was swallowing as fast as I could to keep up with flow of his piss. I could feel my belly growing with fluid as he emptied his bladder into me. I was still
frantically gulping as he finished and withdrew his cock from my mouth.

"Put on your cuffs." He commanded.

[m55uk4younger]

PART THREE



Cuffs meant only one thing, discipline. I have grown used to being
disciplined by Master. Often because I did not meet his standards, or
sometimes just to be reminded that I am his bitch. His bitch to do with as
he pleases, when he pleases. The discipline usually follows the same
pattern. My hand and leg cuffs, actually more bindings than cuffs, are in
the night table. The bed I prepare in advance with attachment points on the legs at the bottom of the footboard and with short ropes from the corners of the headboard. It is a king size bed and the effect of being bound is that my legs are spread so far apart they hurt, and I am bent over, my arms are spread-eagled on the bed. This leaves me totally exposed and provides Master with easy access to my waiting cunt, and my man parts if so desires.

But today, instead of looking forward to my discipline with its' sweet
combination of pain and pleasure, I was scared. My face was still smarting
from the blow Master gave me and to make things worse, Master's piss was
rapidly filling my bladder! I dutifully took out the cuffs from the drawer
and slowly put them on. Ensuring they were tight at both wrists and both
ankles. Then I walked to the base of the bed and bent over, prostrating
myself for binding. Master watched patiently with a wry grin that I could
not read. I was very unsure of myself and at this point, and simply wanted
to submit. To lose myself in obedience to my man. Not caring what happened next.

Master came over and attached my arms and legs to the bed. As he spread my legs fully to the corners of the bed my stomach went lower and pressed on the footboard. This caused a great deal of pressure on my now full bladder and it was all I could do to not release. Once Master ensured that I was bound so tight that I could not move, he patted gently me on the ass and left the room. I was afraid to move and look in what direction he went. I was just left fully exposed and with nothing but my thoughts.

I could hear Master walking about the house and opening the fridge. Then
there was silence for some time before I heard his footsteps coming back to the bedroom. My legs and back were beginning to hurt from being stretched to their limits. My bladder hurt and my cock ached to release the piss. I could not move my head far enough to see him, but I knew that he was now behind me. Looking at his bitch spread eagled before him. What was he thinking? Why is he acting like this? Usually this would be something we both looked forward to and both enjoyed. We would be chatting about anything that popped into our heads. Happy just to be in each other's company.
Master would explore my ass, legs and pussy with his hands.
Soothing the skin and building my passion and sexual tension.
I would be softly groaning with pleasure as he gently probed my pussy and
fingered into my cunt. This would then be followed by the sting of the
flogger across my ass. The pain, a wonderful counter-balance to the heat
being generated in my nether regions. Five. Ten. Sometimes fifteen lashes
to my body. Just enough to start making me squirm harder with each successive blow. Until my ass glowed and turned a deep rosy red.

Seeing me flinch and squeal with each blow excited Master as nothing else
could do. By the time my ass was the correct colour, Master had a raging
erection that demanded attention immediately. The moment the discipline
stopped he would mount me from behind. His cock burying itself in my hot
interior. Finding a hot and very eager cunt to breed. His cock entering
me also brought desperately needed relief to me.
My ass was on fire on the outside and my cunt was aching to be fucked.
As I said earlier, I am one of the lucky bitches that can have anal orgasms.
In that state they come hard and fast as Master's cock slides in and out of
my hot and hungry flesh. Each orgasm providing a tiny flush of warm juice
into my cunt. Bathing and lubricating his cock, bringing him closer to
completion. Truly heaven for a bitch. Doing what she was born to do. Please her man. But today was different. There was no small talk. No conversation at all. I did not want to speak first and Master said nothing. The silence was deafening.

Finally, he spoke. "You have been a bad little girl. Haven't you?" he said
matter-of-factly. "You've been a bad girl and you need to be disciplined."

"Yes Master. I have been a bad girl and I should be disciplined. I'm sorry
for displeasing you."

"How have you been bad?" He asked.

"I have not pleasured you properly?" I ventured. Stubbornly avoiding the
answer he expected. I heard him walk over to the shelf and take the paddle.
The paddle was heavy black leather; two and a half inches wide.

"How have you been bad?" He asked again. This time his voice was harsh and stern.

But before I could answer the paddle came down with brutal force against the soft smooth skin of my exposed ass. I wasn't prepared for this. I let out a sharp cry of pain mixed with surprise. The blow was much harder than
anything Master had ever delivered before. The pain, excruciating.

I let out a sharp cry. "Oh shit! . . . Fuck!"

Before I could begin to answer, Master said again, "How have you been bad!"

Simultaneously delivering another swift blow to my ass. No time to prepare.
No time to think. Another cry of pain.

"Because I can't suck you properly!" I shouted out. My breathing becoming
rapid. Taking air in short gulps. Tears beginning to flood my eyes again.

"Yes." He said quietly, almost lovingly. "You have failed me once too often.
You need to be disciplined. Don't you?" He didn't sound angry.
He sounded almost sad.

"Yes." Was all I could whisper. "I am so sorry. I am so sorry."
"Please, I'll try harder."

I had said it. I suddenly felt very alone and naked. My body displayed
before him. Powerless and alone. This was my reward for failure. But I had
tried so hard! I used every bit of skill I knew. Everything I had learned
before in how to pleasure orally. Just then, my despair suddenly changed to
anger as my mind feverously worked to understand. It wasn't me! I was doing everything right! Hadn't I given great pleasure to other men in my life?
Didn't they tell me, over and over again, what wonderful head I gave? What a talented mouth I have?
I felt defiant. This gave me power.
The courage to speak.

Still breathing hard, the pain burning into what now must be glowing red
ribbons across my body, I spoke out confidently. An anger and resentment
was building in me. Burning as hot as my abused flesh.

"I've tried everything I know." "I work so hard to please you. There is
nothing left for me to do." I said with an undertone of accusation in my
voice.

"There is much left to learn, and do. You obviously don't know everything
do you?" Was his only response.

I wish I could see his face. I could then get some idea of what he was
thinking. What was his body saying as well as his mind? Standing there
behind me, a disembodied voice. I heard understanding and gentleness. But I also heard determination there as well. It was getting harder to think. I was confused by my own emotions and my shame at failing him. My shame and now a festering anger. I was being blamed for something not my fault. And, to make things worse, my bladder was becoming ever more insistent. It needed relief. My still burning flesh was calling out for some gentle ministrations. I just wanted to crawl into a corner and disappear for a while and make some sense of what was happening.

"No." Was all I could muster out of my jumble of thoughts.

"I cannot put all the blame on you. I have been remiss in your
training. You have great skills in pleasuring.
But you must learn to pleasure me.
As I want and need it, not as others would like." "Do you understand?"

"No." Again.

I wasn't thinking clearly and I really had no idea what he meant. What else
could I do with my lips, tongue and mouth that would be any different or
better or more skilled? I waited patiently for more.

"You will learn. Your training begins today." He said gently but with a
firm resolution.

"But first you must be taught discipline and obedience. You have to
understand that to please, you must submit totally." "Your failures and
your defiance today demand that you be punished."
He was right and I knew it.

Master walked around the side of the bed to where I could see him. Even in
my condition, I could not help but think how beautiful he looked. His
manly body beautifully proportioned. His facial features masculine and
sharply defined. His magnificent cock still hard and ready for whatever he
desired of me. For a split second I reminded myself of what a lucky bitch
I am to have such a man want me. He leaned over towards my head and I could see he had my black panties in his hand.

"Now open your mouth like a good girl." He said.

He reached over and began to stuff the panties in my mouth. They smelled
strongly of my scent and his dried cum.
Once in they filled my mouth completely. He then grabbed a tie from the
open closet and put it over my stuffed mouth and tied it hard behind
the back of my head. Master had never done this before. Normally, my
slutty little mind would have liked this. But today, nothing was normal.
Nothing made sense. I began to get scared. I wanted to tell him that I
didn't want to play anymore. I had had enough today. But all I could do
was make a muffled noise through the gag. I tried to push out the
panties with my tongue, but it was impossible.

Master walked back behind me and I could not tell what was happening. It
was now very quiet. He didn't move for at least a minute.

Then he said. "You have been a very bad little bitch."
"You must learn what my needs are. This is lesson one."

With that, Master brought the paddle down my exposed flesh. It felt even
harder than the last blows. If that was possible. The pain and the surprise
made me scream into my gag. I squirmed in my bindings but to no avail.
Again the paddle hissed in the air as it found my body.
Again the searing pain!
The next blow was higher up, hitting my upper buttocks.
The pain even more intense having abused there before. Tears started to
flow down my cheeks. Gentle, muffled sobs were the only sound I could make.

Again the hiss of the paddle. This time it hit my left leg thigh,
the end wrapping around to inflict its' brutal force on my soft, smooth
inner thigh. Another muffled scream as I lost control of my bladder.
My hot piss flowed onto the floor.
I couldn't stop the flow from my bladder until It was emptied.
I felt humiliated at not being able to control myself in front of him.

The paddle fell again and again. I struggled against my bindings, trying to
hide from the blows. But there was no place to hide. The pain never ceasing for a second. I lost sense of time and place. Eventually I had no will to fight it. No will to scream. No will left to even cry. I finally, simply
gave myself up to the pain. Twenty, maybe thirty strokes, I lost count,
rendered on my naked exposed body. I did not move, I did not struggle
anymore. I simply accepted. I found an inner place where I could hide. A
place of quiet peace where the storm passed over me. My mind was calm. I
could think clearly while someone else was being savagely whipped. I then
realised I was made for this. That this is the role that I was born to
fulfill. It was some time before I realised the whipping had stopped. I
came back through several levels of consciousness, back to reality. The
pain that had been accepted by me, welcomed by me, now washed over my naked flesh in burning waves. I was in agony. My buttocks, and legs burning from the hits, yet I was shivering all over.

My Master walked around the end of the bed, leaned over, removed the tie
and the gag from my mouth. He then ran his hand over my face. Wiping the
tears from my cheeks with my panties and then ran his fingers through my
hair. The mixture of his tender touch and the pain was beautiful. I was
fulfilled. Complete in my surrender to him and to the moment.

Master knelt at my side. Softly, he began to move his hands over my body,
admiring his handiwork. The movement of his hands brought both intense pain as well as pleasure as he stroked the still burning flesh of my buttocks.
He moved his hand to my ass and ran a single finger down my crack to my
gently rub my exposed pussy.
The touch of the finger on my puckered opening was like lightening.
The feeling intense beyond anything I had ever felt before.
Slowly his finger circled the ridges of delicate flesh.
Slowly applying more pressure until the muscles relented and his finger
entered me. I gave a small moan of pleasure.
He began to move his finger in and then out in a slow, soft and tender rhythm.
I felt at peace.

I watched him as he knelt at my side, soothing my pain. He also looked at
peace. His body language nurturing. An overwhelming sense of love and
passion filled within me. I wanted to be held by him and be healed in his
arms. My eyes fell down to his cock. It was still totally engorged and the
erection was harder than ever. His juices dripping from its head leaving a
silver thread to the bed sheets. If only I could reach over and savour that
taste. I desperately needed him in me as his finger in my cunt was quickly
building my passion. I could feel the heat build inside me. The desperate
need to be mounted and fucked that every true bitch feels.
My hips involuntarily began to move in rhythm to his finger.
The muscles of my opening relaxing and preparing for penetration.

[m55uk4younger]

PART FOUR


No words were necessary or exchanged as Master removed his finger and then slowly got off the bed and moved around to my rear. He could see my exposed body. Now bruised and red where he had marked me. My legs fully spread with my ass still moving in in that seductive language of desire. The muscles of my ass and legs tightening and releasing their energy, building heat within me. Heat that soon would be invaded. He placed his hands on my hips and I felt the soft flesh of the head of his cock touch the opening. Another intense flash of pleasure as he held it there softly applying pressure but not immediately entering.

Then slowly, with a gentle tenderness he applied pressure and mounted me. My flesh did not resist as he entered my hot, wet insides.
His wonderful cock slowly filling, engorging my passage as he pushed deep
into me, finally reaching deep inside. I could feel the length of his cock
inside me. The hard shaft, the ridge of the cock head, as even the smallest
movement brought intense sensation. I wanted to move my hips to work him as he stood there inside me. But I knew this was not the time. I knew this was for his pleasure, not mine. Slowly he began to move inside me. Taking long, slow strokes. This movement instantly brought me to orgasm. Small gushes of hot moisture flowed over his shaft as it penetrated my cunt. I couldn't help myself and began to softly moan and move my hips in time with his cock filling my insides again and again.
Now ever harder and faster!

I tried to forget my urgent need to be fucked. To have my man's seed fill
me. To finally have my passions quenched of their fire. I concentrated on
moving my ass to Master's moving hips. I began to flex the muscles of my
ass squeezing my insides together to increase his pleasure. I tightened the
ring of muscles at my opening to work his shaft as it moved in and out of
my cunt.
I was expert at this and new how to quickly bring him to completion.
But I wanted this to last and last. I wanted this to go on forever!
I was in heaven.

Master was working me hard now. Strong, powerful thrusts into the warm
wetness surrounding his cock. I could sense that his climax was near as he
slowed, and then stopped moving inside me. I wanted more! I whimpered as I moved my ass over his cock in my need to be fucked.

"Shush, quiet." He said as he began to move his hands over my ass and
thighs.

Soothing me. Bringing me slowly down from the height of passion. He began to withdraw his cock from my pulsing cunt. I felt empty and did not want him to leave me. I still craved his spunk inside me and as he left me, my body betrayed me and I let out a sad, pouting, moan. All the pain began to rush back to take the place of the pleasure now receding.
I was exhausted.
The confusing mixture of feelings and emotions erupted in me.
Uncontrollably, I began I began to sob yet again. First quietly, but
quickly my body was wracked with my sobbing and the emotions overwhelming me. It was embarrassing, but I couldn't control my emotions.

Master leaned over me, pressing me down onto the bed. I could feel his
still hard cock between my thighs as he moved his hands along the sides of
my body.

"Shush. It's Ok." He said gently as my emotions washed over me, my
chest heaving with each sob.

"It's Ok." He said over and over again, until my tears were spent.
I stopped moving, totally spent.

He then got off me and moved around to the side where I could see him
again. He was so beautiful to look at. I instantly felt so loved, so complete. He bent over and began to release the binding on my left hand.

"Don't move." Was all he said.

After releasing my left hand, he walked around the bed and released the
other hand.

I had no energy to move. I lay there, bent over the bed. My legs still tied
open, fully exposed. My pussy dripping wet, my juices falling to the floor
to mingle with my piss. My body, a mass of deep red marks across my ass
and thighs. I really didn't care what was coming next.
I was so tired. I felt as if I had not slept for a week.
I was content to be an object to be used as Master desired.
I was ready for anything, a receptacle for his pleasure or his will.
He walked around the bed admiring his handiwork.
Then layed down in front of me propped up on his left arm.

"Look at me." He said.

I shook myself and raised my head to see him softly smiling at me.
Pleased by what he saw.

"What have you learned today?" He asked.

I stared dumbly back at him, not knowing what to say. What had I learned?
What had I really learned?
I learned that he was capable of inflicting great pain.
That was a no-brainer!
I learned that I was capable of accepting that pain.
Or was it just living through it?
It was hard to think, my buttocks were still throbbing with the burning pain
of my discipline. I just wanted to not think.
Why couldn't he just leave me alone for a while?
To just "be" for a while.
To stop the flow of emotions that were flooding my mind.
But he expected an answer and I needed to think!
To clear my head of the fog that had gripped me.

Again, I said to myself, "What had I learned?"
My mind started to clear andI began to analyse the events of the last hour.
It had only been a little more than an hour since he walked through the door.
The first thing I understood is, that giving myself over to Master's use
meant totally giving my mind and body to his will.
To look past my feelings, my pleasure, my pain, and accept what was given to me.
To be without will of my own. I knew this as I knew that place of inner peace where pain was replaced by surrender.

"To surrender." I replied, in a soft, yet confident voice. "To accept
without question."

"Yes." He said. "That's part of it. But not nearly all of it."
"What else have you learned to day?"
"Take your time." He was so patient with me sometimes.

He then slowly got up on his knees and moved in front of me. His engorged
and unsatisfied cock in front and above my face. I could see the bulging
veins on the shaft strained from the long effort to supply the cock,
keeping it hard as rock. The beautiful mushroom of its head dripping with
per-cum falling on the bed in front of me. I worshipped that cock. I craved
it now as I have never craved anything before.

"Put it in your mouth." He said. I raised myself up on my elbows and took
that wonderful object of my desires into my mouth. I was greeted by the
sweet taste of the pre-cum as it blended with the saliva on my tongue.
Slippery, smooth and almost sweet. It was luxurious, like the finest wine.
I paused momentarily to savour the taste before beginning to instinctively
slide my lips along his cock shaft.

"Stop." He said firmly.

I froze in terror. How could I have forgotten the lesson taught to me
earlier? I waited for the blow that never came.

"Have you not learnt to obey?" "Have you not learned anything today?" he
questioned. I dare not move. I dare not take his cock from my mouth to
answer.

He began to move his hips and slide his cock deeper into my mouth. Slowly
beginning to fuck it in a relaxed, almost casual way. I didn't move as he
continued to fuck my mouth. I kept a constant pressure on his shaft with my lips but did not move my tongue or attempt to stimulate him further.

"That's a good girl. That's my bitch." He said with an air of approval.
"Don't move while I fuck that sweet little mouth of yours."
"Now you're learning. Now you are learning to be a good bitch."

His strokes now came faster and deeper. Suddenly he rammed the head of his cock deep into the back of my mouth and held it there. Forcing the passage open and my muscles responded by allowing the shaft to enter my throat. For a moment I had to fight the gag reflex and I felt my diaphragm convulse.
Normally, I controlled this when I serviced him and it was not a problem. I
was in control and never let it interrupt my pleasuring. But I was not in
control now. Now I had to fight for control. I relaxed and the desire to
vomit diminished and was gone. My mouth was now his unresisting receptacle.
The muscles of my throat wrapping around his cock and tightening around it.

He began to stroke his cock in my mouth again. I quickly gasping for air,
filling my lungs in anticipation of another deep thrust into my throat. I
was learning. This was not about me or how I thought he should be pleasured.
It was about what he wanted, how he wanted to be pleasured.
Not about what I thought he needed to be satisfied.
It was my ego that was the problem!
I could now clearly see that my pride and indignant anger earlier was the
true barrier to satisfying my Master's needs.

His strokes became longer, deeper and more insistent. My mouth his warm wet fuck hole. I could feel his engorged head harden and expand as he
approached his climax. I knew that this was the way he needed my mouth.
This was the way to his happiness. It didn't hurt that I would also
receive his gift in my mouth after all of my failures in the past. I was
content to be fucked as he wanted his bitch to be fucked. I could see his
stomach muscles stiffen as he drove his magnificent cock deep down my
throat and then pulled back until just the head was in my mouth. Suddenly
the flood of his spunk burst into my mouth, quickly filling the hot, wet
cavity. The cum that had built up over the last hour was rushing out of his
balls, his moans of pleasure the only reward I needed. I watched his body
fascinated as each contraction of his muscles brought another surge of his
creamy spunk to my mouth. It now totally filled my mouth and was flowing
down my throat. I couldn't suppress a gag and coughed, forcing the cum up
into my sinuses and out my nose. I must have looked a sight to Master. As
the flow ebbed Master relaxed his muscles but did not take his cock from my mouth, leaving me time to swallow the copious amounts of his spunk.
Savouring the texture and taste that I had so long craved.
Both of us spent, but at last satisfied.

After a few seconds, although it seemed like minutes, Master pulled his
cock from my mouth and flopped back on the bed, just enjoying the moment.

"That was perfect." He said. "You were perfect. Your mouth was perfect." I
just smiled and glowed, bathed in the warm of his praise.

"Do you understand now?"
"Did you learn today?"

I shook my head up and down.
"Yes. It's not about me or what I think you need."
"It's about accepting what you want, what you need."
"Whatever you decide. Pain, pleasure or both. Leave the ego at home."

"Yes, remember you serve me. If you do well, we both win."

With that he moved over and softly kissed me on the forehead. I felt so
wanted, so loved at that moment, it is impossible to put in words. The pain
I felt from my discipline was still burning and would for hours, but it
only added to my contentment.

I was now a badge of honour to me. I wore the pain and the marks with pride.
Master then moved off the bed and undid my bonds at both legs.
He laid down on the bed and pulled me towards him and into his protective arms.
I lay my head on his chest as he ran his hand over my back soothing the pain.
I was content. My troubled spirit calmed and removed forever.
Master had known exactly what I needed today. Yes, he was firm with his discipline.
But it was done to teach me, to show me the errors of my ways.


Yes, he was firm, but fair