Alyssa's New Relationship

“Yes, master.”

I crouched down to pick up my clothes, but dropped them at Master’s command. “You are to never wear clothing in this house. You are mine, and I want to see you.” I felt a blush spread over my body, heating my face, neck and breasts.

“But . . .” I protested.

Master reached out and gave me a small slap on my face. “Don’t argue with me, Baby,” he said sternly. Confused I lowered my eyes to my feet. Another sharp slap, this time to my ass.

“Yes, master.” I said, quickly. “I’m sorry, master.” Master nodded, “It’s okay, Baby. You’re still new to this, I expect the occasional mistake.” I stood there, head down, wondering what he was talking about.

“Go make some breakfast,“ he instructed, “and I’ll answer your questions then.“ Obediently I walked out of his room, and down the hall to the kitchen. My stomach rumbled, and I realized that I was starved. I quickly prepared two ham and cheese omelets, and put them on the table. Master was already sitting there, looking at some papers. I put down my plate, and he gave it a small frown, but didn’t say anything. I sat down, and began to eat.

Master broke a piece of toast and bit into it thoughtfully. “Baby?” he asked.

“Yes, master?”

“Have you ever her of D/s relationships?”

“Yes, master.” I answered. “I’ve heard things here and there, but I don’t know really know much about them.”

Master smiled, softly. “I am a Dominant, Baby, and you are a Submissive.” I lifted my head in surprise. Master held up a hand, holding back my exclamations. “Tell me this, Baby. In your relationship with Matthew, did you feel . . . unfulfilled, like you weren’t getting something that you needed?”

I thought about that. I had always felt a definite . . . lack in my relationships, like something was missing. I nodded my head, knowing that Master was right. “Yes, master, I’ve never felt as . . . cherished as I so with you.”

Master gave me a pleased smile. “That’s because you were meant to be mine, baby. I have a contract here that outlines the rules of this kind of relationship.” he nodded to the papers next to his plate. “I want you to look over them, and be sure before you sign them, because once they’re signed I will own you, all of you.”

Master handed me the papers and I scanned them. I noticed that as the Dom he was required to see to my health and happiness, that he was not allowed to put either in jeopardy. He was allowed to punish me, but he had to have a reason, and he was not allowed to punish me in anger. But I, as the sub, was required to take care of him, his physical and emotional needs. I was also required to do anything he required. Thinking this through, I realized that the relationship was fair, just balanced differently.

I raised shy, confused eyes to him. “What if I don’t like what you’re doing?”

“Then you use your safe word, baby. Otherwise you have no control.” Master said sternly. “But remember! You must be careful with that safe word, because if you use it whenever things aren‘t going your way, I won’t know when you’re truly in distress, and I’ll start to ignore it.”

I nodded, that sounded fair. “Like The Boy Who Called Wolf?” I asked.

Master smiled. “Yes, exactly like that.”

“Could we do something?” I asked “Can we have a verbal contract for today? That would give me an idea what I’d be letting myself in for.”

“Yes, I think that’s a good idea.” Master said approvingly. “This is not something to be taken lightly. Once you sign that contract I will own you to the end of the contract period.”

I nodded, and put down the contract to finish my food.

“Stop, baby.” Master said.

I looked up, wonderingly. “Yes, Master?”

“Bring your plate down here, and kneel beside to me.” he ordered.

I hesitated, startled, and then hurried to comply. While I was busy kneeling, Master dumped my food on his plate, and stacked it under his. “Turn around and bend over.”

I got up from my position and bent over, not sure what was going on. “When I tell you something, I expect you to do it immediately, without hesitation.“ Master said sternly. SMACK! His hand hit my ass before I could prepare myself for it. I jerked and cried out, but forced myself to stand there. He smacked my ass two more times, and then soothingly rubbed his hand over the bright red marks. “Ok, baby. It’s over, you can resume your position.” I quickly kneeling next to him, not wanting to earn another punishment. Master took a bite of his food, and then fed me a bite. I chewed slowly, my eyes fixed lovingly on his face. Master glanced down at me, and scowled. “You will not make eye contact without permission, baby.”

Shocked, I lowered my eyes, fixing them on his knees. “Why, Master?” I whispered.

“It’s a sign of respect, Baby, an acknowledgement of who you belong to.” I didn’t understand this; I could respect someone, and make eye contact. But once again, I realized that if it pleased Master, that I was willing to submit.

We finished our meal in the same manner, and then Master stood up. I went to stand, too, but Master stopped me with a firm hand on my shoulder. “You don’t rise until given permission,” he instructed me.

“Yes, master.“ I said, staying there, waiting for his permission. Master stood there for a second, making sure that he’d made his point, before ordering me to clear off the table.

When I’d returned to the dining room, finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher, he wasn’t there. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do, so I stood there uncertainly, waiting for him to return. After a few minutes he returned, with some tiny clamps and the KY Jelly in his hand. “When I am not in the room, baby, I want you to go kneel facing the wall until I return. “

I nodded my understanding. “Yes, master.”

“For now, I want you to come here.” Unhesitently I walked over to Master, my hips swaying seductively, my large breast bouncing lightly with each step I took. Master watched me, approvingly. When I got to him, he picked up a clamp, and rubbed it suggestively on my nipple, making it harden.

“Master?” I said uncertainly.

“They are nipple clamps, baby. These are ones for beginners, they will only hurt a bit, but you’ll find the pain adds to the experience.” I wasn’t so sure, but reluctantly agreed.

“Yes, Master.” I whispered, a little scared. Master pulled one of my nipples out, and attached the nipple clamp. Pain shot up from the sensitive tip, and I cried out. Then he put the other on my other nipple. I whimpered, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I pressed my head to his chest.

“Good girl, they look so beautiful on you.” I stayed in his embrace, enjoying the loving way he was stroking my back. After a few seconds, the pain began to abate, leaving only a dull ache. Master realized this by the relaxing of my body.

“Go bend over the table.” he ordered.

Shivering in apprehension, I hurried over, and bent over, my nipple clamps pushed into the cold hard wood of his table. Master stood back, his eyes on me. I could feel desire warming my body, at the thought of how I must look to him. After a few seconds Master reached out and gently manipulated my butt plug, moving it in and out a bit.. I moaned as the plug gently stimulated the sensitive nerves in there. Master reached under me, his finger stroking my pussy. I groaned and wiggling until Master took the hint, and pushed one, and then two fingers deep into my tight cunt, his thumb resting on my clit, gently manipulating it. I moaned, my body desperately striving toward my peek.

Just before I‘d reached it, Master leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Don’t come till I say so, baby.”

I whimpered in protest, but held off my orgasm, gritting my teeth, and concentrating. After a few seconds Master gave my butt plug a firm tug, and pulled it out with a sucking sound. I wiggled my hips, wanting his fingers back on my clit. Master put his feet between mine, opening my things to him, and then he was standing behind me, forcing my legs wide. He put his cock at the entrance to my ass, and started to slowly push in, his cock stretching my tender asshole, pain shooting up to from there. I cried out, tears springing to my eyes, and tensed against the intrusion. Master got the head of his cock in me, then stopped, reaching down once again to finger my clit. “Shh, baby. Relax, you need to relax.”

With each stroke heat spread up my body, coiling deep in my belly. I could feel the pain in my asshole lessened, becoming erotic. Master must have known, because he began to slowly push further into me, his large cock pushing aside my protesting muscles, filling me. Master kept going until he had invaded me as far as he could go. “Oh, god, baby. You are so tight,” he groaned.

I panted, not sure if I liked this or not. Master ignored my discomfort, slowly pulling out, then pushing himself back in, his cock rubbing against my silken insides. His finger resumed the stroking of my clit, his other hand reaching up and releasing my nipple from its clamp. Pain shot back through my nipple, making me gasp, and tense up my ass.

Master groaned. “Yeah, baby, like that.” he whispered in my ear, reaching around, and undoing the clamp on the other breast. As I approached my orgasm, I could feel my inner muscles clench on his cock.

“Master, please?” I begged. “Can I cum, please?”

“Not yet, baby. Hold on for just a bit more.” I reached my hands out to hold on to the table, using all my energy to holding off my orgasm. Master hooked an arm under my waist, and pulled me so that I was standing, the new position allowing his cock to fill me even more. Across the room was a mirror, and I could see us reflected there, Master behind me, my breasts standing proudly from my body, nipples hard. Master moved his hips, and the woman in the mirror moaned, and arched her back wantonly pressing her breast into his hard hand. “Master! Master, please!” I begged, knowing I couldn’t hold myself off much longer.

“Cum, for me, baby.” Master whispered in my ear. I screamed as the wave of my orgasm hit me, flowing over me, sucking me under.

Right before I closed my eyes, I noticed the woman in the mirror. Her eyes were rolled back in her head with ecstasy, her tits swollen and hard. I felt Master’s hot cum squirting in me, fueling another orgasm. When we came back to earth, Master was holding me against him, his wet cock resting against my leg. “Good girl.” he praised, then bent over to pick me up and carry me up to his room. He gently laid me on the bed, laying down next to me. “Get some rest, baby, we’re far from finished.”

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I slept for a while, waking when Master rolled me over on my stomach. “I have some things that I need to get done, Baby,” he said, gently reinserting the butt plug. “Leave this in until I return for you, ok?”

“Yes, Master.” I replied sleepily, closing my eyes. I lay there a few minutes trying to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. The contract that he wanted me to sign kept dancing through my mind. It had said that he could punish me if I disobeyed, and I was worried about what that entailed.

I could think of only one way to find out, so I reached behind me and pulled out my butt plug, laying it on the table next to me. I curled up in his bed, my mind and stomach churning, awaited his return. Several times I reached out to put back in, but I forced myself to leave it where it was. After a while I could hear his footsteps outside the door. Panicking, I reached out to grab the butt plug, but it was too late. I shrank back, my hand pulled to my breast defensively.

Master stood in the doorway, his stern eyes locked on the butt plug, and then on me. Ashamed, I lowered my eyes. Master stood there for a second, and I could nearly hear him thinking. Finally he approached the bed, and pulled me up by my arm.

“What did I tell you, Alyssa?” he asked sternly.

I stood there, pulled nearly to my toes bye the grip on my arm, my eyes lowered. “You told me not to take out the butt plug.” I said, my voice low.

“And why did you?” he asked. I just shook my head, tears welling up in my eyes. SMACK his hand hit my ass.

“I . . . I’m sorry, Master.” I whispered, a tear running down my face.

Master let go of my arm. “Go bend over the chest.” he ordered. I hurried over, not wanting to do anything else to deserve punishment. Once bent over the chest I noticed two little hooks that had been attached to the bottom. They were painted the same color as the chest and blended in.

Master left, and then came back with four pieces of twine, a hairbrush and a scarf, which he laid on the floor next to me. He chose out a piece of twine, and tied it firmly around my wrist, then tied me to one of the hooks. He did the same to my other arm, and then both of my feet, till I was stretched tightly out over the hard surface. I wiggled a little, to see if there was any leeway, but that just made the twin cut into my skin, so I stopped. Then Master took the scarf, and tied it around my face, blocking out all the light.

Master rubbed the hard back of the brush against my ass, and I tensed, knowing what was coming. WACK the brush hit my ass hard, making me jerk and cry out in pain. WACK WACK WACK WACK the brush hit me four more times, each hit harder than the last, until I was sobbing, my blindfold soaked with my tears.

“You are being punished for two things, Alyssa.” Master said. I jerked my head in his direction. Two things? “The spanking was for not trusting me enough to talk to me about your worries. If you wanted to see what would happen if I were to punish you, you should have come to me and asked. Now you’ve ruined what would have been a perfect afternoon with your immature behavior.”

I dropped my head, even more ashamed. He was right, my behavior had been childish. “I’m sorry, Master.” I whispered.

Master didn’t say anything, just walking away to get something else. “You still need to be punished for taking out the butt plug.” Master said, kneeling next to me. “I believe in my punishments fitting the crime. In the future you will be thrilled over such a small but plug.” he said, squirting some KY Jelly on my asshole. He smoothed it over, his finger pushing some into my asshole.

I lay there, tense, not sure what he was going to do. Then I felt something huge and hard against my asshole. Master pushed it against my asshole, the pressure making me cry out, then scream as he was slowly forced it into my tight ass. Once it popped in, Master left it there for a second to allow my muscles to adjust to the intrusion, then shoved it hard, pushing it the rest of the way in.

“Master! Master, NO!” I screamed, feeling like he was tearing my body apart. But Master ignored me, holding it there when my muscles would have expelled it. Then he wrapped something else around me to keep it seated deep inside my defenseless colon.

“I will be back in a bit. In the mean time, Alyssa, why don’t you think about why you’re being punished.” he said, standing to leave.

I cried out and whimpered, begging him to take this monster out of my ass, but once again, he ignored my pleas. I lay there in the dark for what seemed forever, as cramps built deep in my body, making me forget my hot, burning bottom. I desperately wanted to curl up on the floor in pain, but the twine kept me stretched out. Finally I heard his footsteps approaching the room. The door opened, and Master walked over and gently pulled that horrible thing from my ass, his soothing hands running over my bottom. He reached down and cut the twine that was holding me there, and then picked me up, carrying me to the bed, where he laid me on my stomach. He untied the blindfold, and then reached over for a jar of cream he’d put on the bed next to me. I lay there, exhausted, while he gently smoothed the cream on the welts on my ass, and the sores on my wrists and ankles.

“I’m sorry, Master.” I repeated.

“You’re forgiven, Baby.” Master said softly, his hands soothing away the hurt.

I relaxed at his touch, turning my head so that I could watch him. After he was done, Master turned me over on my back, and moved over me, so that his body was pushing me into the soft mattress. His mouth locked on mine, amorously. I could feel a stirring deep in the pit of my body as I responded to his kiss, my tongue coming out to twine with his.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and rolled over, so that I was on top of him, with Master in nearly a sitting position, propped up by the pillows. He arranged my legs, so that I was straddling him, then pushed me up so that I was sitting on him. I could feel his cock pushing to get free from his pants. “Reach behind you, and grab your elbows.“ Master ordered.

“Yes, Master.“ I said, doing as he commanded, forcing my full breasts out for him.

Master long fingers tugged on my pouting nipples, making them stand at attention, begging for his attention. He roughly pulled and pinched them, and my breasts swelled with desire. I moaned, arching my back further, begging for his attention. He moved one hand down to gently touch my dripping pussy, his fingers parting me so that he could see it’s soft pink interior. He firmly stroked my clit; one finger finding it’s way to the entrance of my pussy. I whimpered, riding his finger, my hips rocking in time to each thrust of his finger. My pussy juice running down his hand to his pants, where it was left a puddle. “Cum for me, Baby.” Master whispered, “I want to watch your cunt grip my finger.” At his order a giant wave of pressure rose and built in me, a huge tsunami of sensation. Finally it broke, and I screamed at the ecstasy, my legs gripping his hips.

Master laid there, his eyes locked on my pussy. “Beautiful.” he whispered, as I surfaced. Master reached under me, and undid the snap on his jeans, pulling his cock free. Thankfully, I settled over him, taking his wonderfully hard cock, and bringing it in my body. I threw back my head, my hips moving over him, taking him deep in my body, into my soul. I opened my eyes, and saw that his hot gaze was on the place where we were joined.

I knew what he was seeing, his cock, glistening with my cum, sinking in, and pulling out as I fucked him. His fingers grew tighter on my nipple and I knew that he was nearing his orgasm, so I sped up my hips, taking him harder and faster. “Cum with me, Baby.” he said hoarsely, as his cock exploded deep in my cunt. I whimpered as we went over the edge together, enjoying the grunt of pleasure he gave me. When we‘d come back from out flight into heaven, I collapsed on him, exhausted. Master wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me there. “Sleep.” he ordered, nestling my head to his chest with one big hand. I sighed, and fell asleep in his arms, his cock still inside me.

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I was woken later by the feel of my Master sliding his cock into my moist cunt. I groaned, and arched my back, pushing my hard nipples into the crisp hair of his chest. Master bent his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth, biting on it. I gasped and groaned at the sudden stimulation, my legs wrapped around his narrow hips.

“Oh, oh, oh.” I cried out as I started climbing, nearing the top. Suddenly Master pulled himself from me. I cried out in protest, my eyes popping open. Master was over me, his eyes hot with desire.

“It’s your turn to do some of the work, Baby.” he said huskily. “I want you to fuck me, this time.” With that he grabbed me and rolled so that I was on top. I smiled, thrilled to be able to be in charge. I wiggled down his body, till my face was over his cock. It stood up, glistening wet from my juices. I ran my hand up and down it a few times, before opening my mouth, and sucking it within. Master groaned, and I could feel his balls tighten. I sucked on his cock, moving my head up and down, until I had take all of it in my mouth. My hand gently manipulated his balls, feeling them tighten. When he was close to his peak, I stopped, sitting back. Master was laying there, his chest heaving, his eyes locked on mine warningly. I just smiled reassuringly, and moved over him, pressing his cock into my pussy, till I could feel him pushing against my cervix. I arched my back, my hands coming up to cup my breasts, holding them out for him to see. I let the moment draw out till I couldn’t stand it any longer, and I started moving my hips, slowly, wanting to savor the feel of him deep inside of me. Master moved his hand over to my clit, gently stroking it. I whimpered, my hips moving faster as I was once again there, ready to cum.