The Weekend Ch. 01

The shops we still open, and they browsed happily, chatting, flirting and frequently stopping for long, slow, passionate kisses. She had meekly asked if she may touch him, and had received smiling approval. Pleased, she was making as much of the opportunity as she could, her hands frequently caressing him, teasing him.

She remembered how sensitive his neck was, stroking it and kissing it often, but also allowing her hands to stray all over him, but being aware of how far she thought he would be happy with. He kissed her frequently and passionately, often holding her head by her hair or even neck to do it. The feeling of power, of being his, was intense when he did that, and it made her breathing quicken every time, a warm glow of arousal steadily building through her body.

Once, when they could both bear it no longer, he pulled her into a dark alleyway, a little courtyard where all the shops had closed. He pushed her against the wall, holding her there, kissing her all over her face and neck, passionately, urgently. His free hand roamed over her breasts as he whispered fiercely how he had waited for so long for the opportunity to show her how she felt, to make her his. His other hand held her firmly by the hair, tilting her face up to his. Their mouths met, tongues intertwining.

She held his bottom lip between her teeth as her hands sought out his now aching cock through his trousers. Nervously, she started to undo the zip, uncertain of how he would react. "Please," she whispered, receiving a nod and a low moan from her Master.

He pushed her firmly to her knees, leaning back against the wall, his legs open for her to kneel between. Her hands stroked his hard, warm cock and she leaned forwards to kiss the tip. "No, Funnybunny," he chided, gently. "I want you to make sure you keep eye contact with me throughout this. No matter what happens, look deep into my eyes..."

She nodded, glad she was kneeling, as her legs felt wobbly from excitement at what she was about to do, and where she was doing it. She had wanted to taste His cock for so long, but to be servicing him in a dark corner like some common whore... she could not believe how turned on this made her feel.

Looking deep into His eyes, she slipped the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, just like she had seen all those dirty porn stars doing. She wanted to show she could be just like them if he wanted her to be. She started slurping, trying to make the sounds she had heard.

His hands in her hair pulled her back, away from his cock. "Be yourself" he smiled. "I don't want some brainless whore from a porn movie. I want you. And I want to see you deep on my cock, and know how you react to it, not how you think you should react. It is you who arouses me, not some fantasy whore, darling. Now, put your hands behind your back, look into my eyes and trust me"

He pushed her back onto him, controlling the speed, the depth, everything. His firm hands guided her head onto his cock, pushing deep into her mouth and throat, as she gazed up adoringly at him. She could see the pleasure in his face, the warmth and pride as she fought to control her rising panic as he entered her throat and held her there, cutting off her air.

For what seemed like an eternity, he held her there, then released her, allowing her to breathe. Once she had recovered, he did the same, and then again once more, each time a little deeper and a little longer. Then it was over, she was being lifted to her feet, kissed, adored, held, praised. She glowed with pride that he should say these things to her, yet felt confused.

"Did sir not want to cum in me?" she whispered as they walked once more towards the restaurant. "Did I do it wrong?"

He laughed, kissing her even longer and more passionately on the lips. "Did I not mention learning patience, my darling? Anyway, we are off to a smart restaurant, I am sure you wouldn't wish to arrive with my cum dripping down your dress. Later, however, there will be time, I promise..."

She smiled with pleasure and anticipation, following him obediently inside. He had chosen a lovely place to dine, busy, dark, romantic - a French restaurant, which could have been from Paris itself. They were shown to a quiet, romantic corner. He held her chair for her as she sat, then moved his own closer so they could touch and whisper as they waited for their food. Sipping her glass of wine, her eyes sparkling alluringly, she asked why he was drinking only soft drinks.

Immediately, he became serious, and she worried that she had offended him, but it was not so. "I want to play with you tonight, darling, to push your limits. You will need to trust me, and I will need to trust me too. If I have been drinking, I might not have perfect judgement or self-control, and could hurt you. I would never forgive myself if that happened. Afterwards, if you still love me, I hope we will be able to enjoy a nightcap together..."

She threw her arms around him, covering him with kisses, unable to explain just how owned she felt. His concern and love and care were alien to her, overwhelming, intoxicating. She needed a second to compose herself, and asked if she may go and powder her nose.

He smiled, saying how sweet she was, and yes she could, but she needed to take her panties off while she was there, and carry them in her hand back through the restaurant and put them on the table next to him.

She gasped, and tried to negotiate, stuttering her worries, but he shushed her with an indulgent smile, and sent her off.

She spent an eternity trying to pluck up the courage to do as she had been commanded. Eventually, she slid them off, noting how sensual she felt without them, and acutely aware of how damp they had become. Her face burned with shame and embarrassment as she carried them back to him, certain that everyone would be looking at her. Quickly she put them on the table by him and sat down, clinging to his side as he praised her.

She had expected him to hide them, but no. He actually inspected them, commenting on how damp they were, and how sexy she had looked in them. The worry, and then panic, started to build as she saw the waiter walking towards them with their food. Looking deep into her eyes, he waited until the very last second to remove them and place them lovingly in his pocket.

Blushing, she smiled at him, mouthing, "Thank you, I love you," as her meal was set in front of her.

She loved his games and couldn't wait to see what else would happen...

They walked through the warm night, arms around each other, hands roaming even more freely than they had before dinner. She noticed how he seemed to enjoy her hand caressing his butt as they walked, and how sensually he touched her neck, especially around her collar. He led her up onto the ramparts, and they stood, looking out over the city and the river, kissing each other, learning how their bodies felt and reacted.

Both of them knew that this was a short time together, and wanted to make the most of it, to feel and remember every last second. He pressed her against the warm stone walls and ran his hands up her body, lifting her dress as he did so.

She blushed and stammered, aware that they could be discovered, and that they were, after all high on a city wall.

"Trust me," he whispered, as she relaxed, melted. Of course she would trust him. Always, forever, completely.

His hands ran up her sides, the lightest, gentlest touch, then in, across her breasts and nipples, teasing them through the lacy material of the bra. She moaned a little, biting her lower lip, and then pulling his head forward to kiss him deeply, her tongue deep in his mouth, her arms tight around his neck.

His hands worked their way down across her chest and her tight stomach, and then started to tease her thighs. She didn't care now, just wanted him, and wanted to show him how much He meant to her. He parted her thighs with a hand, and started to tease her clit, gently circling it with his finger. She gasped, unable to come to terms with where he was doing this, yet so turned on by it, and the risk.

He took a package out of his pocket. It was clearly weighty, and he unwrapped it carefully.

She gasped, but he smiled and nodded, turning her round to lean against the wall, positioning her legs apart, bent at the waist. He lubed it, and then kissed her, his fingers teasing her tight anus.

Standing behind her, he spread her cheeks apart, and positioned it the entrance. "Breathe in and hold it, darling," he instructed, then, with one swift movement, it was inside her"

The feeling was intense and complicated. the sudden pain, the violation, being stretched, the heavy feeling now inside her, and the glow of happiness and achievement that she had done this for him, as well as the intense sexual rush, as much from the situation as the act.

His fingers continued teasing her as she stood there, finding her clit, then pushing inside - 1, 2, then 3 fingers, rubbing against her spot, urging her on. She moaned loudly as she came, wondering as he cradled her in his arms if all her orgasms were to be standing. She hoped not, and hoped too that they wouldn't be alone either. She longed to feel him inside her, to be able to have his naked body touching hers, and to accept his cum however he wanted to give it to her.

As she clung to him, she whispered all this in his ear.

He held her more tightly, and kissed her, calling her his Funnybunny, and promising that they would do all that before the night was out, that she had already earned to right to expect that.

She had expected him to remove the plug once he had finished, but no. He lowered her dress, smoothed her down, kissed her once and then led her back down to the streets once more.

Walking was hard like this, even more so because of the feelings each step sent through her pussy. She was desperate now to be back in their room, but still he sauntered, tormenting her, yet caring for her, making her feel warm, safe, owned.

Eventually, she stopped and turned to face him, tears in her eyes. "Please sir, take me back to the room. I need to feel you, to have you as my master. I don't care what you do to me, I just want to show you I love you, that I will bear anything that you ask of me, but please, please take me home."

He smiled at her, kissing her tears dry. "Of course, sweetheart. You have learned your lesson in patience well; I had expected you to give in much earlier. I am proud of you, and also pleased you have finally given in, I have been desperate for us to be alone together all evening..."

It felt like only seconds until they were heading up the lift to their room. She was certain that the staff and guests in the lobby knew what they had in mind, was certain that the plug showed in the way she walked, but also certain that she didn't care.

Inside the room, she undressed him first, tending to him, rubbing his neck and shoulders, smiling at the response. Kneeling before him, she removed his shoes, trousers- everything, being attentive, his servant, but not being slutty.

Once he was naked and comfortable, she undressed for him, wanting to give him a show, to please and arouse him as much as he had done for her. He smiled, enjoying it, but beckoned her over before she had finished.

Worried, she stood meekly beside him as he lay on the bed, distraught that she may not have done it well enough. He smiled up at her, then pulled her onto the bed beside him, then rolled on top of her, pinning her there, powerfully. She gasped and looked into his eyes, so aware of his cock pressing between her legs. She parted them, pleading with her eyes, but he did not thrust into her. "I told you, darling," he said seriously, "I want you, not some plastic porn star. Don't try to be one, please."

As she nodded, promising, she felt the head of his cock enter he for the first time...

She moaned as his hard cock slid deeper inside her. She was so close to cumming already, with the heady excitement and slow teasing he had given her since she arrived. His eyes were focussed on hers, and she was concerned to see they were wet with emotion. She opened her mouth to speak, but he smiled. "I'm ok, "he smiled, "In fact, better than OK, I'm wonderful. Thank you for this amazing gift, darling."

He continued to fuck her smoothly, powerfully. No, she corrected herself, he wasn't fucking her. This was old fashioned lovemaking. He was attentive, focussed purely on her and making her feel good. His strong hands caressed her, brushing her nipples, stroking her neck, ever fascinated by how her collar looked. He kissed her frequently and passionately, whispering how she was his good girl, his sbff, a perfect sub who he was proud to own, if only for this short time.

He leaned forward, licking her nipples and gently biting them, his free hand teasing her clit. Shudders ran through her body, and she bit her lip in ecstasy. This was so unlike she had expected, yet so like him, dominant, yet focussed on her pleasure. Her nails ran across his chest and he moaned. "Mark me, funnybunny," he gasped. "Leave your mark on me; show the world that I belong to you too.

She looked into his eyes, smiling, pleased at his request. Curling her fingers, she dug her nails into him, leaving long, vivid-red parallel lines all over the pale skin of his chest.

He moaned again, and she could feel his already hard cock, grow and twitch inside her. Having it rubbing against her clit as he increased the pace, his eyes closing in pleasure was enough for her. She gasped, moaned, dug her fingers into him even deeper and started to cum, the sudden release of tension and waves of pleasure washing over her almost too much to bear. Her tightening and twitching muscles set him off too, and he groaned, cumming deep inside her, continuing to thrust into her, to prolong her enjoyment.

They held like that for a long moment, looking deep into each other's eyes, perfectly and eternally together. Still inside her, he smiled, his eyes twinkling, and rolled over so she was now astride him, lying full length on him, their embrace tight. She circled her hips sensuously, feeling him become hard inside her once more.

"That was lovely, Sir," she breathed. "It was like the perfect first time. Thank you. But sir... I want to be your perfect toy. I know you have a sadistic side... please... let me show how much I am yours, body and soul. I wear your collar, and it is wonderful. I trust you with my whole heart; I want no safe word, no escape. I want to be your toy."

He smiled in pleasure. "Good girl. Good, sweet girl. I will not say no, because you have offered so willingly. I had decided to punish you for some of your naughtiness, and I still will, but this will go far beyond that. I was not sure you could take it, and I won't be cross if you can't. But remember darling, whatever happens, whatever you have to endure, I will be with you, guiding you, helping you, caring for you, loving you."

He kissed her deeply, and then lifted her off the bed, his cock slowly slipping out of her. Taking soft cords, he tied her, standing, at the foot of the 4 poster bed. Her legs and arms wide apart like an erotic kiss: X.

She became aware of her vulnerability, her complete exposure, and of Sir's cum oozing slowly from her and down her legs...