Jenn's Master

This I had to consider carefully. He obviously had no experience, and I surely couldn't know I'd be safe. He must have seen my uncertainty, and he promised to not lay a hand on me, not in a nice way, never mind a not-so-nice way.

I nodded, but told him that if he makes me feel threatened that I'd be out of their in a heartbeat. I also reminded him how fast my heart was beating. He agreed that if I felt like I was in danger I could stop it at any time for any reason without objection.

"OK, well it says that submissives often like to show their submission by kneeling for their masters. Is that true for you?" he asked.

"It is to some degree. I'm not a big fan of kneeling, it hurts my knees after a short time."

"OK, that's fine then, come kneel next to me as I read."

I gulped down the pasty saliva in my mouth and stood up. I walked slowly to the side of his chair. He watched me intently. I looked down at the floor but my eyes also found their way to his crotch where I noticed a larger than normal bulge. I slowly dropped down to my knees. I sat back on my heels with my knees together and back straight, just as my childhood friend had showed me while at her traditional Japanese dinner table.

He went back to his reading. My knees began to ache. It wasn't from the pressure of the floor, that didn't bother me, my own skin seemed to be too tight to let blood through to my feet. It just couldn't pass my bent knees. I began to wiggle a little, trying not to let him notice. He did after only another minute.

"you can move around if you want, you can even sit if you like, just stay on the floor there next to me." He told me just before I was about to scream from the pain.

"Thanks." I said with relief.

"From now on call me Sir" he said, "It says here Sir or Master is usually appropriate. I don't think we're ready for master yet though."

I was getting turned on. I'd never met someone like this before. I'd had "masters" before, at munches and so on. But I guess since none of those people meant anything to me, it just wasn't as intense. Did this mean that this guy meant something to me?

I alternated sitting, kneeling upright, kneeling back on my heals for another 20 minutes as he read. I watched as he went from site to site, bookmarking some, reading some here and there, and quickly discarding the ones that were poorly disguised porn sites.

"OK, we have to talk" he said suddenly.

"OK" I said back unsure of what was next.

"Get up, lets go sit at the kitchen table or something." He said courtly.

At the kitchen table we sat, he thought for a minute, then said, "OK, it looks like this kind of thing really requires people to be honest and upfront. That is pretty scary, it isn't often that after a first date you tell the person how you think you really feel. You kinda push it back some, let things develop. See where they lead and lie to each other to protect yourself. You put yourself on the line by telling me that you like this. You trusted me with information that I assume that you don't tell everyone about. So I'll put myself on the line this time I'll lay out my thoughts the best I can."

I could only nod, I wasn't sure if I should say anything or just let him continue. He seemed to be on a roll.

"You're awesome, you like sports, you can hang out at a bar, then be totally at home in an elegant restaurant. You seem very nice, and I couldn't get Shawn to tell me anything bad about you. I want to know more about what lies in that complicated head of yours. I want to see you again. I don't think I want to not see you."

The only thing that went through my head was, "WOW" he wasn't shittin when he said he was gonna lay it out.

"It's almost 11:30 so, I could either take you home, and we can let this hang and build until we see each other again, or what I'd rather, we could both call out tomorrow and promise to trust each other with our thoughts for the next 24 hours. What do you think?"

Fear, excitement, and arousal pored through my body. They all swept over me like a thick fog. He smiled nervously across the table as I sat there. I must have had a dazed look on my face because he asked me if I was OK. I nodded and sat there for another long 10 seconds before I said anything.

"I think I agree, I'd like to spend some time together and really get to know you. I think I'd really like that." I said all this thinking that I was agreeing to sleep with him. I had no idea what he really had in mind.

He let out a sigh, he seemed relieved that I didn't humiliate him by saying I wanted to get home. He must have figured that the mood needed lightening because he turned the conversation to baseball, and his new game. We went in and played a game that he won.

After the game he turned the TV, the game, and the PC off. He turned on all the lights, which I thought was odd, I was expecting a kiss leading to more.

He had other ideas. He sat on the foot of the bed, then told me to kneel down in front of him. I moved to do so thinking that he was going to be telling me to go down on him. It wasn't a scene I like to happen that way, but since he was just beginning, and trying to figure this out I wouldn't hold it against him as I might someone who knew more.

"OK, I want you to talk to me, tell me everything that you like, I have a feeling it's a lot more than you've said so far."

Kneeling, I swallowed hard, it would have been easier to go down on him.

"I don't know everything that I like, I've never had a real opportunity to find out. I've only had very limited experience. I know that I like to be told what to do, how to do it. I know that I really liked it last night when you ordered the drink for me. I know I liked it when you told me to kneel down next to you while you were reading. This will be hard, give me a minute." I swallowed again. I kneeled there thinking. How would I say this? "I think that somehow I like to be humiliated."

He nodded understandingly. He looked at me intently. "Humiliated how? He asked.

"I don't know for sure, I mean you can humiliate in a lot of ways, I mean if you say, 'honey please go down on me' that isn't humiliating at all, but if you say 'get on your knees and give me a blow job' it takes some humility to not lash out in argument."

He just stared nodding once in a while.

"Telling a friend about something intimate with me standing there could be humiliating, and so could walking down the street with you holding my leash."

"That is something that you crave for?" He asked.

"Yes sir, I think that might be the biggest part." I told him honestly.

"Is there anything that you want to ask me?" he said.

"No sir, I'm ok right now."

"Do you want to try something now? Or would you rather wait?" he wanted to know.

"I'd be willing to do something now sir." I answered.

"OK, good, get undressed, then kneel down again.

I think I almost fainted. Everything seemed to go white. I didn't move for a minute, or what seemed like a minute, maybe it was only seconds. Then I slowly got up, and stood in front of this man whom I've only known for 2 days. I lifted his shirt over my head, showing my plain white bra. I looked at him for approval. He nodded and I reached behind my back and unclasped it. I slowly brought the straps down off my shoulder to my arms, and let it fall to the floor.

He smiled at me and nodded again. I tried to smile back through my beet red face. I don't think it really came through.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

I could only nod at this point.

I pushed the waistband lower, alternating left and right side, trying to get some kind of sexiness out of my clumsy striping. I let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them. I wanted to touch my breasts or something, dance or move in some way, standing there was killing me. I didn't do anything though. I just pulled my bikini style plain cotton white panties down to my ankles. I slipped them off and kicked the pile to the side.

It worked, I was humiliated through and through. It wasn't bad enough to strip in front of him, but I had to do it badly. What a shmuck I am. I got back down on my knees but wouldn't look away from the floor.

"You did great" He reassured me. "Did that turn you on?"

"Yes Sir, I was loathe to admit.

"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it." He said with a grin ear to ear.

"We left our sodas in the kitchen, why don't you go grab them." He gave me my first go fetch order.

"Yes Sir" I said getting to my feet.

I walked into the kitchen noticing that all the shades in the house were open, I didn't think anyone was looking, but should they try, they would have a clear view of me walking around in my birthday suit.

"How do you feel about name calling" I heard him shout from the other room.

"I'm not sure" I yelled back as I walked back to his bedroom.

I wanted to be good at something tonight, I placed his soda on the nearest flat surface to him. I gave him a little curtsey, I wasn't sure why I did it. I then knelt in front of him with my soda in my hands.

"OK, well I think I like name calling. I think it fits a lot of things you like, so we'll go with it. From now on you can refer to me as Sir or Master, nothing else, to no one else, except in business or family. Friends we'll take on a case by case basis, we'll slowly let them know about you as we think they can deal with it. You don't HAVE to call me master, I don't expect it until we both feel that I am actually a master, but you'll call me sir to show your submission and you place. Understand?"

"I understand sir." I said, "But if we continue along these lines, I'll be calling you master by the end of the night. It isn't a title about your skill, but of your place. I am willing to do as you say. Whatever that might be."

I almost didn't believe myself. I knew I liked to submit, but I've never talked like that before

He started laying rules down again, "Your name will vary, it might be whore one minute, cunt another, and sweety, or honey the next minute." He continued, "I need more time to read and I need to see how good of a housekeeper you are. So while I research you go see what you can find to clean. It's late, so no vacume. Start with the bathroom or kitchen I guess."

He kept his place pretty clean, it didn't take much to get it looking nice. I spent an hour on the two rooms before I heard him calling me. I walked quickly into his bedroom.

"Yes sir?" I said when I got there.

"I'm getting pretty tired. How about you?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm about out of gas I think." I told him.

"You horny?" he asked almost shyly.

I nodded slowly unsure of myself.

"Me too" He replied.

"Let me see you masturbate." He told me.

I looked at him quizzically.

"Masturbate, it's not that difficult of a concept. Reach between your legs and stick your finger in." he said somewhat harshly.

"Uhh..Yes Sir" came out of my mouth before my mind registered the gravity of the situation.

My hand was between my legs they were spread slightly apart. My middle finger split my inner lips apart releasing the lubricating juices that had been building all night. It was like a damn that couldn't hold back the water anymore as my hand was practically washed over with my own lubrication.

I'd never been so wet before. I almost forgot about him staring at me as I pushed my finger into my vagina. I pulled my finger out, running it up toward my clit, teasing it, circling it. I looked up at him; I could see a hard-on under his pants. I let my finger brush against my clit and my knees almost gave out as a wave of pleasure washed through me. A moan escaped from my throat, much louder than I expected, I was usually very quiet, especially while masturbating. My loud moans continued and they would have embarrassed me if it didn't all feel so good. I pushed my finger back into myself, moving it slowly in and out. My face contorted and I couldn't look very attractive with my hand between my legs, my mouth open and the right side of my face crunched up.

I looked with my eyes back up at him. "Please tell me when to come Master." I said without any real thought process. I had always fantasized about a man telling me when to and not to come.

He made eye contact quickly, I guess surprised at my wording. He nodded as he watched. I used my free hand to play with my nipple while rubbing my clitoris faster and faster. I was close now, I could come at a seconds notice, but I had to slow it down if I was going to wait for him to give me the command. I slowed my pace and pushed my finger back and forth slowly, bringing it inside, then dragging it up and over my clit, then back down and in, repeating this over and over, wanting to come so badly. With each graze of my clit my left knee got weaker. I think I was leaning back now, lewdly exposing my pussy to him.

I looked at him with pleading in my eyes.

"Go faster" he said.

I ran my finger over my clit again and again, going faster as he demanded. Moaning, loudly now. I couldn't help it and it seemed the quieter I tried to be the louder the moans were.

"Oooohh, Ohhh, Ohhh" I moaned.

"Make circles on your clit, as fast as you can." He told me.

"I'll come master, I won't be able to stop myself." I pleaded.

"Then I guess I'll have to come up with my first punishment for you, won't I? He said through a smile. "Maybe if you ask nicely to have your orgasm I'll let you." If I was thinking clearly at the time I would have been surprised at how fast he picked this up.

"Pleeeease master, please let me come." I managed to say between throaty sounds.

I was fingering my clit furiously. I was in agony, I needed to come, I wouldn't be able to stop myself for much longer.

"Pleease master, I beg you I need to come now, please let me pleeeease." I pleaded again.

"Then moan louder, I want the neighbors to hear you" he almost whispered.

I let out a cry, the loudest sexual sound I had ever made. It surprised me, almost as if I'd wanted to let it out the whole time, but something in me needed permission to make it ok.

My knees were tingling now, numb, it seemed as if the blood couldn't flow to all the body parts that wanted it in such an excited state. I'd never masturbated like this before. It was never this intense. I had never wanted an orgasm so badly.

"Tell me what you would think of a girl you heard about, who on a first date stood naked in front of him masturbating."

"I'd prolly think she was a slut sir." I said without even a pause.

"Well if that's what you think you are, call yourself that. I want to hear you say it" He said.

"I'm a slut sir! Please let me come. Please I know I'm a slut, but please let me come." I would say anything at this point to be allowed to have an orgasm.

"Then come you slut, CUM then!" he yelled.

It was explosive, and it knocked me to my knees. I came almost the second he said the word, I could hear him calling me dirty names, and with every one it made it more intense. I was letting out screams that had never been freed before. I sounded like an animal in heat. I felt like such a whore. I still heard him calling me a slut, and telling me to rub my cunt; I pinched my nipple and a screaming moan came out of my slut mouth. I thought of it being filled with his cock and that brought on yet another wave of the orgasm. I moaned again and again, with each noise I felt lower and lower. I really was a slut. We weren't just saying it now, it wasn't just name calling now, it was the truth. This was the longest most powerful orgasm I'd ever had, but it was almost over, it was passing, but my heart was still pounding so fast it felt like it would explode. One last moan escaped from my throat and it was over. I was on the floor of a man who suddenly seemed like such a stranger. I felt a tear welling up in my eye and a lump forming in my throat. I was going to cry.

"Come here sweetie, crawl over to me."

I crawled the few feet to him, and he wrapped his arms around me. "I've never seen anything so sexy in all my life." He whispered in my ear. "You are the most beautiful and arousing woman I've ever met." He held me tightly, and rocked me until I stopped crying. "It's ok, It's ok." He kept saying. All of a sudden he was so nice, so understanding and protective. It felt so good to be in his arms. I knelt there naked, wet with my own juices with my arms wrapped around his waist. I didn't understand how I could feel so safe yet vulnerable at the same time. I think it was at this point it clicked someplace in my head that I would do anything this man told me to.

I felt better; I never expected that kind of reaction from myself. I'd always wanted something like that, and when I finally got it, it almost crushed me. He was still holding me. I wished that he'd kiss me. We haven't even had our first kiss yet.

"You ok now?" he asked in the kindest voice I ever heard.

"Yeah, I think so." I sniffled.

"OK, I need to go to the bathroom." He said.

I smiled and looked at his crotch, "don't you think you should get rid of that first master?"

"That was my plan in the bathroom." He said with a sheepish smile.

"May I get rid of it for you master?" I asked sincerely wanting to.

He smiled, and nodded.

He had to stand up to get his sweats off, but he sat back down as I slipped his fully erect cock into my mouth. I wanted to tease him for a while, show him that I could give a good blow job, but he came so fast I didn't expect it. I felt hot streams hitting the back of my throat, he was pushing my head down, gently though, more of encouragement than force. I pushed my face down and swallowed him down. I sucked at him as he twitched in my mouth and throat. When he stopped I looked up, keeping the tip of his cock in my mouth. I heard that guys like to see their cocks in women's mouths.

He looked down on me, he looked almost sad. He apologized for coming so quickly. He started to explain how he'd been hard for 4 hours and once he felt me on him he just exploded.

I looked at him and explained how he never needs to make an excuse or give me a reason. I explained how after tonight I am his slave, to do with he wants, to treat how he wants, to use how he wants. I couldn't believe my own words.

We didn't move for a while, I was kneeling and for the first time it didn't bother me. Eventually he lifted my head up by my chin and kissed me deeply, softly, so tender, so nice.

That was two years ago. There are so many other stories to tell. I can't wait to get them all down on paper so I read them when I'm alone and horny.

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Chapter 3 Time for Bed

After a long time of me kneeling between his legs and us holding each other he told me to let him stand up. I backed up a little, but stayed at my knees. His Comcast box said it was just after 3am. "Lets get to bed" he said as he took his shirt off.

He excused himself and I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. I wasn't sure what to do. I decided the right thing to do would be to just stay where he left me. I knelt there letting my thoughts run through my head. What a night, I never expected it to end like this. I never in a million years thought I'd be kneeling naked on his bedroom rug.

I heard him coming into the room but my back was to the doorway. I waited for him to say something. Eventually, after hearing him get into bed he told me to join him. I got into the bed next to him and looked at him. I wanted him inside of me so badly. He kissed my on my forehead and said goodnight. It was disappointing, but I rolled over and closed my eyes.

He slid up against me and put his arms around me. It felt good to be in his arms again. I felt his hard-on against my ass. He asked how he did. He wanted me to critique him. I couldn't, I was too emotional at that point. I only said that he did wonderfully but to ask me again in the morning for a better opinion.