Submissive Saturday Ch. 02

I gasped in delight as I felt the neck of the empty beer bottle sliding between the swollen and wet lips of my pussy. Gently teasing me, Master rubbed the bottle from my clit to the entrance of my pussy again and again. Moaning as I pushed back at him, I turned to look at him as I whispered, “Please, Master.”

“Please, what, “Master asked while staring into my eyes. “What does my little whore want?”

“I want you to fuck me, Master, please.” I beg, unable to tear my eyes away from his hypnotic gaze.

“With what, bitch?” Master asks as he continues to slide the bottle in my juices. My back arches every time the bottle touches my clit and I can feel the muscles in my pussy contract each time he teases the opening without ever entering me. My legs are quivering as I try to push down to impale myself on the bottle in his hand.

“Fuck me with the bottle, Master,” I hoarsely beg of him. “Please Master, I want to feel something inside me.”

Gently he pushes the bottleneck into my pussy but as I push down trying to draw in more, he removes it from me.

At my moan of protest, Master laughs. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?” he asks.

“Yes, Master, please,” I reply, “Fuck me, please.”

“Then you must be still and let me fuck you,” he tells me. Gripping my hip in his hand, he pushes me to one side so he can now look over my hip and watch me in the mirror. “You have to stand totally still or I will stop, slut.”

“Yes, Master,” I promise to him as I lock my trembling knees in place so I can’t bow my legs any longer to try to get more inside me.

As Master slides the bottle back into my pussy, I bow my head and grip the edge of the countertop in an effort not to push back at him. I can feel the ridges on the lip of the bottle rubbing against the walls of my pussy as he twists it while pushing it into me so slowly as if to test my resolve not to move. Suddenly, he rammed the bottle deep into my pussy until the body of the bottle was pressed tightly against my pussy.

“Look at yourself, whore,” Master demanded. “Watch how you change as I make you mine!”

I lifted my head until I could once again gaze into my own eyes in the mirror. My eyes looked glazed over and glassy with desire as I once again felt Master moving the beer bottle inside of me. I watched as my face grew flush and my lips parts as I began moaning. My lips turning rosy as I licked them repeatedly as they dried out from my breath panting over them.

Again and again, Master reamed the bottle into my pussy, each time pushing a little harder in an effort to get the entire bottle into me. I was groaning in pain and pleasure, as each stroke seemed to tear me a little more. I could feel my pussy opening with each thrust, following the curve on the body of the bottle, as it allowed a little more in each time. My body went rigid and I screamed in pain as Master finally succeeded in getting the widest part of the bottle inside me.

Quickly, Master wrapped his free arm around me and pressed his face against my back, leaving a trail of tender kisses as his fingers found my clit and began playing with it.

“Shhh, little one,” Master whispered to me. “Just relax, I won’t hurt you anymore. The worst part is over now.”

I was still gazing at myself in the mirror, my mouth open in a wordless, soundless scream and my eyes wide. My entire body shook as I was wracked with pain. It was all I could do not to lift my feet and lash out at my Master to force him to remove the bottle. I had risen up on tiptoes as it was pushed into me and held myself there, in terror of relaxing my muscles so that I once again stood flat footed for fear of pushing the bottle in any deeper.

Still murmuring words of encouragement, Master bent his head even lower and flicked his tongue across my asshole. A moan of delight overtook me to feel his hot tongue sliding over my ass. His fingers still rubbing my clit in the circular motion as his tongue pressed against me, intent on getting inside. My muscles had yet to relax though and no matter how hard he pushed against me, my rosebud was firmly closed to him.

Gently he removed the bottle from my bruised cunt and I slowly sank back to rest on my heels. Master kept licking my ass as he rubbed my clit until finally my muscles relaxed enough to allow him to push his long hot tongue into me. I could feel his tongue wiggling deep inside me and arched my back, pressing towards him so he could get deeper.

I wanted to cry as he pulled his tongue out of me but he bent lower to run his broad flat tongue over my pussy. So tenderly he curled his tongue around the opening of my cunt, being so gentle with the bruised and sore flesh there before sliding his tongue inside. The feeling of his tongue so softly caressing me was making me moan in pleasure as his fingers continued to rub my clit.

As soon as Master felt my hips rocking back at him, he pulled away from me. Turning me around, he rained kisses down all over my stomach before standing before me. Gazing down into my eyes, Master stroked my face and whispered, “Let’s go to bed, pet.”

Leading me from the bathroom holding my hand, Master stopped at the stove long enough to allow me to stir the sauce, place a lid on it and turn it off. The only thing left on was the oven so that it would not have to preheat again later. As I completed the last of my duties for dinner, I turned to Master once more and he again took my hand to lead me to my bedroom.

Once in my room, Master placed the lit candles on my nightstand and helped me to lie on the bed. The heat in his eyes as he stood over me, trailing his fingers down my body was soon causing me to squirm. As his fingers dipped again and again into the wetness between my thighs, my hips would arch off the bed and my hands would claw into the bedspread at my sides.

Slowly Master sat on the bed next to me and watched as his fingers slid inside my pussy. My thighs squeezed together as he pushed his two fingers as deep as possible and then began wiggling his fingers, almost as if he was trying to tickle the walls of my pussy. Moving so slowly and gently so as not to cause any more pain to my already tender flesh.

Holding his fingers at an angle so they would rub against the walls of my pussy in an effort to find my G-spot, Master began stroking his fingers in and out of me. As the first groan was tore from my throat again, my Master smiled down at me then lay so his head was resting on my thigh and he could watch his fingers entering my pussy more closely.

My hips arched up with every gentle stroke of his fingers. My head was tossing back and forth on the pillows as I moved quickly towards another orgasm. My fingers were gripping the bedspread so tightly so as not to touch Master. As his thumb stroked across my extended clit, my pussy clenched his fingers and I began begging him. “Oh, God, Master. I want to cum for you. Please, let me cum.”

Lifting his head to look into my eyes, Master again rubbed his thumb over my hard clit. My back arched so that my pussy was pressed down against his hand and my neck was exposed as my head pushed deeper into the pillows. Lower his head once more; Master flicked his tongue over my clit. I couldn’t stop myself as my hands came down to grip the back of his head, pushing him tightly against my pussy as my hips began bouncing on the bed.

Master began fucking me harder and faster with his fingers, adding another so that now I had three ramming into me. His tongue licking my clit repeatedly as I thrashed under him, begging for my release. When his lips closed around my clit and he started sucking on it, I could hold back no longer and came all over his hand as I screamed out my pleasure.

Slowly I drifted back to earth from the heavens where my Master had sent me. Pulling his head from between my thighs, he slowly withdrew his fingers despite my moaned protests and offered them to my mouth. When my tongue began licking one finger, he moved up so that he could help me clean his fingers. Soon our tongues were dancing together, stroking each other’s as we playful fought over his cum soaked fingers.

At last, his fingers were clean and he stroked my hair as he looked down at my face. His fingers felt cool as they pushed my hair back from my forehead so he could lightly kiss me there. His other hand stroked down the outside of my body, from my shoulder to my ribs, along the curve of my hip to the outside of my thigh. His hand slowly drifted back up my hip to trail along my ass as his hand dropped to the bed.

“Now, its time for the Monster,” Master announced as he showed me the dildo he had picked up off the bed.

I knew the fear I felt must have been clearly visible in my eyes but I didn’t dare cringe away from my Master as he lowered the monster between my thighs. I quickly sucked in a breath as I felt the head of that huge dildo touching my pussy lips and my body involuntarily tightened up. I could feel my body trembling but wasn’t sure if it was the aftershocks of my last orgasm or in fear of what was about to happen.

“Monster always gets what he wants,” Master whispered to me. “Are you sure you want to fight against him? It’ll just make it hurt that much more.”

Slowly I struggled to relax my body as Master pushed the dildo against the opening to my pussy. The dildo was shaped exactly like a real dick and I could feel the head entering my pussy. As the ridge around the head popped inside me, my legs began shaking. I knew that even as stretched as I felt, more was coming because the dildo became thicker as it reached the base.

Almost gently, Master continued the steady pressure that pushed Monster deeper inside me. When it was about half way inside me, my thighs closed trying to keep him from pushing anymore into me. I needed to have some time to adjust to what was currently there. It was so much thicker than anything I had ever held inside me before.

Bending down to kiss my lips, Master told me “Relax, my little whore. I will wait until you are ready for more.”

With that he began pulling the dildo out of me and slowly sliding it back in. At first my body tightened up every time he pushed Monster back into me out of fear that he would force me to take more than I was ready for but Master continued slowly fucking me at the depth I had readily accepted. Soon I was groaning in passion as my thighs parted again and my hips rocked up to meet his thrusts, eager for more of the Monster.

“Please, Master,” I panted. My hands reach down between my thighs to wrap around his wrist, trying to pull more of the dildo inside me.

“Ready for more, pet?” Master asks looking down into my eyes.

“Yes, Master,” I groaned arching my hips higher off the bed.

Twisting his hand to rotate the dildo, Master began fucking me with Monster. Every thrust, he would push more inside me. My hips were bouncing of the bed meeting the rhythm he had set until I pushed the tempo faster when my body started shaking with another orgasm.

Rather than stopping what he was doing to let me ride out my orgasm, Master kept fucking me with his huge toy. Still going deeper with every stroke until by the end of my orgasm, the entire length was buried inside me. I lay quivering in his arms as the dildo slipped in and out of my wet pussy. Moving so slowly at first but picking up speed as I began responding once more.

I lost count of how many orgasms Master granted me before finally withdrawing the Monster from my steaming cunt. Master stood once more to look down at me, smiling at what he saw. I was covered in sweat and cum drenched the bed underneath me. My hair was a tangled mess from tossing my head back and forth so much. My lips were dry from all the panting and moaning I had done but rosy from the way I constantly licked them. My body flushed with passion. My nipples still hard and my tits heaving as I tried to control my breathing again. My eyes were glassy with desire and fulfillment.

“Come now, pet.” Master said as he offered me his hand. “It’s time for you to fix my dinner.”

I placed my hand in Master’s, allowing him to help me from the bed. I stood before him on shaky legs that seemed too weak to hold me as he wrapped his arms around me, forcing me to lean on him until I was ready to stand on my own. Once I was ready and able to stand by myself, Master took my small hand in his larger one and led me back into the kitchen.

Still holding my hand, Master and I together refilled the teakettle to begin boiling water for the spaghetti noodles. He turned the burner on the lowest possible setting and led me to the bathroom where he started a shower for us. After sitting me on the toilet, he adjusted the water in the tub and helped me to climb in. As I stood under the warm spray, Master slowly undressed and joined me in the water.

Tilting my head back he began massaging my scalp, working the water down to the roots so he could wash my hair. Being physically exhausted all ready from sex, I leaned against him and closed my eyes, enjoying the warm water as it cascaded down my body and the feeling of my Master’s large powerful fingers caressing my scalp.

Pulling me towards him, Master moved my head out of the spray and began lathering up my long hair. Piling all my hair on top of my head as his hands worked the shampoo in then pulling my hair down again to rub the shampoo into the ends. Walking with me back into the water and tipping my head back once more to rinse out the suds. Being so much taller than me, he was able to watch as the lather rinsed out of my hair and down my back.

Once it was all out, Master once again pulled me towards him and began rubbing a bar of soap across my shoulders and breasts. Placing one hand on his shoulder, he gently slid the soap down my arm then under it before coming around my tit and slipping over to the other side to repeat it again. As his hand slide down my stomach, my breath caught in my throat. Chuckling at my reaction, Master knelt down and began washing my thighs. Moving his hand in a circular motion, sliding closer and closer to my pussy before starting on the other thigh.

I stared down at him as his hand slipped lower, caressing the back of my thigh. Gripping my foot at the heel, he pulled my foot up so it was resting on his leg and began washing between my toes and running his finger along the bottom of my foot. Cupping water in his hand, he carefully rinsed off my foot before returning to the tub so I wouldn’t slip before picking up my other foot. The feeling of his fingers sliding between my toes was incredible. It was so erotic to watch as his fingers slowly fucked my toes.

After rinsing off that foot, Master continued to hold in. His fingers lightly trailing over the sole, following the arch and watching as my foot flexed when he touched a sensitive spot. Looking up at me, he lifted my foot even higher and placed my toes in his mouth to suck on them. I loved the way his hot slippery tongue glided between my toes and how he gently nibbled on them while stroking the arch of my foot with his fingertips. Too soon, he removed my toes from his mouth to nibble along the arch before putting my foot down on the tub.

Standing up before me again, Master brought the bar of soap between my legs and began washing the folds of my pussy. His fingers felt like silk against my skin, covered in soap and so slick and they rub every inch of my cunt. I gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders when his fingers brushed across my clit.

Grabbing my shoulder, Master helped me turn around so my back was facing him. Pushing the long wet strands of my hair up to cover my tits so my back was exposed to him. Starting at the shoulders again, Master washed my back in large sweeping motions moving lower and lower. He nudged my legs apart with his knee and began washing my pussy again.

My hips were rocking once more as he teased my clit. My back stiffened as he slid his fingers across the opening to my pussy and over my asshole. Again and again he pushed his slick, soapy finger against my asshole until he was finally able to work in the very tip of it. I could feel my sphincter muscles clutching at him as he kept pushing more in.

I groaned in delight as he sank his finger deep into my ass, my back arching until my head was resting on his shoulder. Slowly he finger fucked that never before used passage while his other hand came around to stroke my clit. Just as I was on the verge of cumming once more, Master pulled his hand away from my clit to deny me that pleasure as he added another finger to my ass.

I could feel his fingers rubbing together inside me, twisting as they sought to open me up even wider. As he spread me further apart, it burned some but the feeling of his soap covered fingers as they slipped and slid inside me was so erotic that I soon forgot about the small amount of pain he was causing me and was rocking my hips back at him to meet his fingers. Master began rubbing my clit again, bringing me quickly back to the brink of orgasm before removing his fingers. Leaving me shaking and panting for breath.

“Bend over, slave,” Master whispered in my ear as he pushed my shoulders forward.

Slowly I bent over bracing myself on the ledges of the tub. I felt Master’s hard cock entering my pussy and groaned at the how hot and thick he was. Quickly he rammed my pussy a few times before pulling out and lining the head of his dick up to my ass. Using his fingers to hold me open, he pressed himself against me, pulling his fingers out at the last possible second to be replaced with his cock.

I moaned in pain because he was so much thicker than his fingers were. My sphincter muscles clamped down tightly around him, holding him in place as my body struggled to adjust to this new invasion. Master used one hand to stroke my ass as he used the other to soap up the shaft of his cock. Once he had lathered up the entire length of his dick, Master began slapping my ass once more. The blows stinging on my bruised butt and the sound of wet flesh smacking together echoing in the bathroom.

“Please, Master,” I begged him, looking over my shoulder through the mist of the shower. “No more. Please don’t spank me anymore it hurts.”

“Are you going to let me fuck you then?” Master demanded as he pushed three fingers into my cum soaked pussy.

“Yes, Master,” I moaned. “ I want you to fuck me, please. I need you to make me cum again.”

“Where at, my little slave,” Master asked as his fingers began sliding in and out of my cunt. “Tell me where you want me to fuck you. Tell me now, my pet.”

“I want you to fuck my ass,” I whispered back at him. “Use your hard cock in my ass, Master. I want you to make it yours. Everything I have belongs to you, use it, please.”

Slowly Master pushed his cock deeper into my ass. Stopping whenever I gasped with pain. Allowing me all the time I needed to accept his hard cock inside me. All through the slow, tender process of burying his dick in me Master kept up the steady rhythm of his fingers inside my pussy. Soon, the entire length was buried inside me as his fingers stroked me to another orgasm. I could feel my pussy squeezing his fingers and my ass grabbing at his dick, trying to pull him in deeper.

Removing his hand from my cunt, Master placed both of his hands on my hips and began slowly pulling his cock from my ass until only the head was left inside me. He stayed that way for what felt like forever before he pushed his way back inside me. I could feel his balls against the lips of my pussy and his cock throbbing in my ass but only for a moment as Master picked up the tempo.

Without even realizing it, I shifted my weight so that I could move one hand down to massage my clit as Master fucked my ass, the stroking of his cock in my ass getting faster and harder with each thrust. I rocked back to meet him, encouraging him to go faster. I helped Master to push me towards another intense orgasm by rubbing little circles around my clit with my fingers.