Bringing the Whore Home

I felt a sharp stinging in my ass before I was completely aware of anything else. Slowly, I took an inventory and found myself spread out on a table. Hands stretched out before me, tits crushed under my weight, legs spread wide, and my ass in the air. I groaned as the ache in my ass caught up to me.

"Wake up, whore. You've rested long enough."

I jumped when I heard your voice. Not completely awake, I struggled to get my bearings. Your voice was still new to me, but coupled with the stinging and burning in my ass, the events of the last few hours came flooding back. How long had I been asleep? The last thing I remember is your softening cock buried deep in my abused ass. I felt my breath catch at the memory of your weight covering me as we came down from our orgasms.

I heard you chuckle before you said, "Ah. Now I know you're awake, whore. Your cunt just flexed like the hungry little mouth it is. Stand." You were right, of course. My cunt had gripped the dildo that was still sticking out of it as I remembered the way you had used me.

Standing slowly, I remained facing the table. I was not so groggy that I would forget my place and not follow your commands precisely. Hands at my sides, legs spread to take my weight; I could feel the dildo trying to slide out of me. My cunt was still soaked, so I must not have been out for very long. And then I felt your cum leaking out of my burning ass hole. Like salt in the wound you had made of my sphincter. I knew you had torn me at the reception hall, but the pain of it had not seemed to register when you ravaged me again here at the cabin. I shifted slightly to grip the dildo with my cunt muscles, groaning softly as I felt them quiver under the strain.

"You may remove the dildo, whore. But, I want you to do it the way I have commanded so many times online. Do you remember?" God, would I ever get used to the timber of your voice? The way it seemed to caress every inch of my skin and make me shiver.

"Master, do you wish me to expel the dildo without using my hands?"

"Yes, whore. Very good. Crouch down, use the table for balance, and let the dildo drop from your cunt. It may take you a while, but that's all right. I'm going to shower and get into the bed. When you've finished, you will retrieve the dildo from the floor and clean it. Then join me in the bedroom by presenting yourself just inside the doorway. Is all that clear, whore?"

"Yes, Master."

You turned and left the room without another word. Were you that confident that I would obey you? A small part of me rebelled at the realization that you thought you knew me so well. But, that was the rub. You did know that I would obey. Not from fear or doubt, but from a need to please you and do as you commanded. I squatted down, bending my knees and spreading them wide, grabbed the table and began to flex my cunt muscles. And then I realized your purpose in this exercise. You were going to use me again and wanted my cunt ready – at least I hoped so. You knew that getting rid of the dildo this way would bring me to the brink of orgasm.....and you hadn't given permission for me to cum. Damn.

I already knew from past experience that this was going to be difficult. Pushing on the dildo with my cunt walls would make it drop out faster, but it would also get me dangerously close to exploding. But, squatting like this and letting it fall from the pull of gravity alone would take forever, and my ass and thighs were already quivering – not to mention the strain on my ass hole. I decided to push as much as I could, hoping my cunt wasn't too swollen around the dildo to let it slide completely out.

It took at least a half an hour of stopping and starting to get it to fall to the floor between my feet without embarrassing myself by cumming without permission. I looked down and saw the dildo covered in my thick, white cunt juices. Clean it, you had said. But you didn't tell me where the sink was, and you didn't give me permission to stand. Something told me that the crawling you had me doing around my apartment was training for this moment. I dropped to my knees, and still holding on to the table with one hand, I reached with the other to pick up the dildo. I brought it to my mouth and slowly made sure that all evidence of me was gone. My cunt was already leaking again. I groaned and gave the dildo one last suck before placing it on the table and turning to crawl to the bedroom. You hadn't told me where that was either, and I was relieved to discover there were only two doors off the short hall on the other side of the living room.

As I was crossing the area rug in the living room, it occurred to me that I was much calmer than I had been all evening. Almost all the nervousness had left me, and I found myself looking forward to spending some time with you that wasn't a rushed using of my body. Maybe now was when you would want to inspect your property more closely. You had already cum four times in the last few hours; perhaps I would be able to worship your body for a while. That thought made my pace quicken and I found myself at the one door that had been left ajar. Sure enough, I saw the edge of the bed through the crack. Pushing the door open with my shoulder, I felt my hips begin to sway a bit as I came into your view. I lowered my eyes and laughed at myself. I really was the whore you called me. Imagine trying to seduce my own master.

Trying to move efficiently, I entered the doorway enough to be considered completely inside the room and then moved into position. On my knees again, facing the bed, hands locked behind my head. But I also found myself leaning my tits forward and up, and cocking my hips so that my cunt was rolled into view. I kept my eyes lowered demurely, knowing that you were watching me.

You let me sit there in position so long that your voice startled me again. "Did you cum, whore?"

"No, Master."

"Very good. And how did you clean the dildo? I didn't hear any water running."

"I used my mouth, Master."

"I'm pleased that you're remembering your training, whore. I had wondered how well those lessons would take, but you're doing very well. And I was proud to see you crawling to do as I commanded. Would you like a reward, whore?"

"If it pleases you, Master."

"Everything about you pleases me – especially your answer to my question. Yes, I think you deserve a reward. Crawl to the side of the bed, whore, and then present again."

I moved quickly to do as you commanded. Excited that I had pleased you, and wondering what type of reward you would give me, I presented with my body particularly rigid......and heard the warm sound of you chuckling at me. I couldn't help but smile in return, and I felt another surge of heat in my cunt. At the edge of my reduced vision, I could see the bed shifting and knew you were moving closer to me. And then I saw your hand reach forward with a lead. Your other hand petted my hair as you connected the lead to my collar.

"You've had a very long and trying day today, whore. Are you tired?"

"Perhaps a little, Master."

Your hand reached down and gently lifted my chin, raising my head. "You may look at me, whore. You've served me well tonight."

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply before letting myself look into your face. There was so much love and strength there, and I saw that you were smiling at me. I smiled again and knew what my reward was to be – your tenderness. You had gifted me with it so many times when you had used me online, now I was going to get to experience it first hand.

You moved off the bed and stood beside me. My eyes followed you and roamed down your naked body. I saw your hand jerk slightly and felt the effect it had on my collar. I turned and got on my hands and knees to follow you. Across the hall you opened the second door and led me into the bathroom. It was warm and humid and the glass door of the shower still had water beaded on it.

"Time to get you cleaned up, whore. Stand up and step into the shower."

Once I was in, you reached out to me and removed my collar. You leaned in and turned on the water, tested it, and then guided me into the stream with your hand on my arm. It was absolute heaven to have you wash me. Your hands were so strong that every inch of my skin tingled as you scrubbed away the evidence of your use. I couldn't help but moan as you massaged and rubbed the shampoo into my scalp. Slowly, each muscle you touched became loose and languid. The combination of the warm water, the soothing effort of your hands, and the pulsing of the showerhead were making me realize I was even more tired than I had thought. But my cunt was still restless. You saw me squirm and moved your hands to finish my shower by cleaning me there.

"Does your cunt ache for me again, whore?"

"Yes, Master."

"Hmmm. Good."

I tried very hard to remain still while you slowly worked the soap into the folds of my cunt, but couldn't help the occasional tremor as you brushed my clit. You didn't acknowledge the movements, just continued to work between my legs to clean me. I closed my eyes and tried to relax until I felt your hand on my arm again, turning me away from you – then the pressure of your hand on my back, pushing until I was bent at the waist. I felt your hand softly rubbing my ass cheeks, working your way over the red marks from the paddle and down between my cheeks to my ass hole. I flinched as your fingers found the torn muscle ring and I felt your other hand petting my ass to calm me. I knew you didn't want it to hurt, but were only making sure that the small wound was cleaned.

"We're going to have to give you some anal training, whore. You'll always need to be ready to take me here when I want to use you that way."

I moaned quietly at the jolt your words sent to my cunt. Once you were satisfied that you had soaped every inch between my legs, you turned me again so that my opened ass and cunt were facing the shower stream. And then you left me there. I could sense your absence right away and experienced a pang of sadness.....loneliness.

My cunt was starting to throb under the water. My ass hole would twinge every time a spray would hit it. The longer I stood there, the more my arousal grew. It had been at a steady hum since I had removed the dildo, but this was direct stimulation and I was quickly getting to the point of wanting to cum.

Finally, I heard you come back into the bathroom. You turned off the water, but left me standing bent over. I felt the soft abrasion of a towel as you dried my ass, my cunt, and my legs. Only after my lower half was completely dry did you guide me to stand and face you. Your brow was knit in concentration and I fell in love with you all over again. You applied the same determination to caring for me as you did to using me for your own pleasure. You must have seen the love in my expression when you glanced up at me because you kissed the tip of my nose playfully as your hands moved the towel over my tits. Applying the same methodical process to drying me as you did washing; you slowly moved your way up to my hair and toweled as much water out as you could. Then you turned to the counter, dropped the towel, and retrieved my collar and lead. I felt the skin of my chest and neck heat up. Nothing had changed – I still belonged to you. My eyes drifted closed and I purred deep in my throat as I felt you fasten the collar around me again.

"Out of the shower, whore. It's time for bed."

I carefully stepped out and dropped to my hands and knees. Leading me with just enough tension, you brought me to the side of the bed and gave the leash a yank. I crawled up under the covers you had pulled back and moved to the far side of the bed, making room for you. I lay on my back and watched as you looped the lead around the bed post. You moved into bed next to me and gently guided me to my side, spooning yourself behind me. I sighed and allowed my body to relax into yours, feeling the heat of your breath against my neck. Your hand traced its way down my side, caressing me softly until it reached my ass. You cupped the cheek in your hand and massaged it for a moment before moving down farther and slightly lifting my thigh. I felt your hard cock slip between my cheeks and I groaned when it bumped against my clit as your hips moved closer. You lay down on the bed completely – right arm beneath my head, left hand cupping my tit, and your cock nestled between my cunt lips.

My body became more and more tense the longer we lay there without your taking me. All the effort you put into relaxing me in the shower was being wiped away by the need growing in my cunt. I felt your chest rumble more than heard you quietly laughing at me. You must have felt my cunt lips flex involuntarily around your cock.

"Is there something you want to ask for, whore?"

"Only if it pleases you, Master."

I felt you kiss the back of my head softly. "It pleases me to sleep, whore. We have a long drive tomorrow." I muffled a whimper and tried to make my body calm down, but I ended up laying there long into the night, listening to your steady breathing.

I woke slowly the next morning, my body feeling well used. You were not in the bed with me. I lay there with my eyes closed and listened for you somewhere in the cabin. I could hear your voice, but you were talking quietly. I assumed you must be on the phone. Knowing you would come and get me when you wanted something from me; I let myself wonder about the coming day. You had said we'd have a long drive today. Where were we going? I still hadn't asked about what our life together would be like. I trusted that you would take care of me, but I was curious about what to expect.

"Are you awake, whore?"

"Yes, Master." I turned in the bed and looked at you standing in the doorway. You moved slowly to the foot of the bed and sat down. As you pulled the covers away from my body, I could feel my cunt tingle when your eyes seemed to devour me from head to toe.

"You're even more beautiful in the daylight. Do you want to please your master, whore?"

"Yes, Master."

"Sit up in the bed and rest your back against the head board. Spread your legs and use your hands to show me your cunt."

I moved quickly to do as you commanded. My knees spread until they touched the bed on either side of me; I reached down and grabbed a cunt lip in each hand, hearing the slurp of juices as I opened myself to you.

"Use one finger, whore, and tease your clit from under its hood."

Again, I immediately complied.

"Enough. Now, soak."

Groaning, I felt heat and moisture flooding my cunt. It was just the same as when you would type the words to me, only even more intense. Having your eyes on my body as you willed it to obey was infinitely more compelling.

"We have some things to talk about, whore. Hold your position until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Soak."

You continued, "We are going to my home today, whore. You'll meet my wife – and she will meet you. She is not pleased by your existence, but you needn't worry. No harm will come to you. I will expect you to behave as is proper for my slave at all times. Is that clear, whore?"

"Yes, Master."

"Soak."

I could feel my juices beginning to leave a trail down the crack of my ass onto the bed. My clit jumped a little each time you commanded me to soak.

"I have brought a small bag with things for you. You will dress, fix your hair, and put on your makeup. Soak, whore. When I commanded you online, we had two phrases. The first let you know when you were to present and serve, and the second let you know when you were released. Do you remember them, whore?"

"Yes, Master."

"Those phrases no longer apply. Soak. I was very pleased when you complied to the first command last night, but I was serious when I warned you in the parking lot that I would not release you. Do you understand what that means, whore?"

"Yes, Master."

"Soak. And your getting into the car anyway was your acceptance of that condition. You belong to me and I will not release you for any reason. If you chose to sever our relationship at any time, you will do so by simply walking out. Do you understand, whore?"

I couldn't keep the whimper of denial out of my voice as I answered you, "Yes, Master."

"You may not be able to imagine it now, and I hope that it never happens, but I want you to understand what it will take if you ever wish to be free. Soak. Now, release your cunt lips and present your tits to me."

I moved my hands up under my heavy tits and lifted them. Up and out as though offering them to you. My nipples were hard as little pebbles, the skin of the areolas puckered tight. I could feel my cunt lips close against my clit, making it throb. You moved closer to me and I finally realized that you had been sitting there with something in your hands. Reaching out and taking my right nipple between your thumb and forefinger, your other hand brought up the clip and attached it – then another to the left nipple. You leaned back and eyed the clips connected by a delicate chain.

"Beautiful. Release your tits, whore. Let me see the chain dangle." You sighed deeply as I obeyed. "These are not clamps, whore. You should have no difficulty wearing them for an extended period of time, but since you are new to nipple play, you must let me know if you begin to feel any pain or numbness. At any time, you may make me aware of your need to say something to me by simply using the word, 'Master.' Do you understand, whore?"

"Yes, Master."

Again you reached forward, this time reaching for the clasp of the lead. Releasing it you said, "Go now and get ready, whore. Meet me in the living room when you're done."

I climbed off the bed and crawled into the bathroom, finding everything laid out for me to use. I looked up and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My tits did look beautiful this way. And my collar was striking against my delicate throat. I smiled at my reflection, happy with what I saw. I carefully brushed my hair and applied my makeup, making sure to put everything back into the bag when I was finished using it. When I turned to the dress hanging on the back of the bathroom door, I saw that there were no undergarments with it, only a pair of sandals on the floor beside the shower. The dress was a simple wrap around with a belt to close it in the front. I turned and looked in the mirror and critically eyed the retro 70s pattern and design. Not too bad. It wasn't hard to guess that it had been chosen for the plunging neck line, easy access, and potential for revealing my legs as I walked. After I put on the sandals, I opened the door, grabbed the bag between my teeth, and dropped to my hands and knees to crawl out to the living room.

You looked amused when you saw me approaching with the bag. "Clever, whore, and conscientious." Reaching down, you took the bag from my teeth and then attached the lead to my collar once again. One jerk of your hand and I was following you out to the porch. I paused as you turned to close the door behind us. When you turned back to me you said, "On your feet. You may walk to the car."

As you opened the door and allowed me to climb in, I started to become nervous. It was daylight, and there could be no mistaking the collar and lead should anyone see me. The isolation of the cabin had let me relax and be comfortable in my role as your slave, but we were leaving here so quickly. I took a deep breath and tried to resign myself to this as I reached down and double checked that I had pulled the back of the dress up high enough so that my bare ass was directly on the seat. You got into the car and looked over at me, smiling when you saw me straightening the skirt of the dress around my thighs.

You started the car and pulled out onto the highway. I knew it was coming, but I still felt a ball of dread coiling in my stomach when I heard your words, "Open the dress, whore." With trembling hands, I did as you commanded, spreading the sides of the dress wide so that nothing of my front was covered. The clips and chain on my nipples were made even more prominent by how taut my tits had become.