tagBDSMMy First Master Pt. 02

My First Master Pt. 02

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I giggled at him. "How would you like your tea Sir?"

"Actually I'll have a beer, they are in the fridge."

I clambered up from my position on my knees and padded out to the kitchen. I quickly found the beer. I considered making myself a cup of tea, but decided that would take too long and settled for a glass of water so as not to keep my Master waiting.

I returned to the living room with the drinks and handed C his beer.

"Get down on all 4s at my feet. I need to rest up a little before round 2."

I complied, wiggling and showing myself off as I took up the position.

"No you dumb whore, I need a foot stool."

"Ohhhhh sorry Sir."

I positioned myself perpendicular to him so that I could gauge his reactions to me.

"No no keep turning."

I rotated myself on my hands and knees so that my ass was towards him.

"Jesus why would I want to stare at your asshole while I relax!"

I kept going until my head was next to his knees.

"Better."

He propped his legs up on my shoulders.

I held that position for maybe 10 minutes before my mind began to wander. He hadn't said a word in that time as I listened to him drink his beer. Just as my arms started to flag I felt him adjust his feet.

"Have you ever been tortured?"

"No Sir."

"There are lots of different formats for it. Obviously there is the finger nail pulling variety but I'm much more interested in learning sexual limits. The questionnaire you filled in for me has given me plenty of info but I need to learn if your all mouth and no trousers, so to speak.

So here's what we are going to do. I'm going to torture you. Psychologically first, then physically. I'm pretty confidant your going to enjoy a lot of it but you need to remember your safe words if things go further than you think your able to. Ok?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl. Now stand up."

He grabbed hold of me pulling my hands behind my back. I felt the buckle being reattached to the leather cuffs I still had on from earlier. The mirror I had cum all over was still propped up against a chair. He positioned me in front of it.

"Look at your little body. Um um mmmm. Stay there."

He sat back down on the couch and picked up his beer.

"Spread your legs apart. Turn around slowly. Keep turning until I tell you otherwise."

I turned like a piece of meat on a spit, my legs spread apart and my hands cuffed behind my back. Every time I rotated to face him I tried to read C's face but he just seemed to be disinterestedly taking in every inch of my naked body.

"Stop turning."

I had made approximately 10 or 15 circuits at this point. I wobbled a little unsteady on my feet. My back was to him.

"Bend over."

I did as told, my shoulder width apart legs allowing me to bend from the waist.

"Spread your cheeks. Show me your asshole."

I blushed in embarrassment.

"Quickly slut, before I get impatient."

I reached back with my cuffed hands and tried to spread my ass cheeks. The cuffs made it awkward and it took me 2 or 3 attempts to get the correct amount of purchase to successfully show as much as I thought he would want to see.

As I held my position showing off my puckering butthole I heard him put down his beer and stand up. I mentally braced myself for whatever was to come next.

I heard the door to the kitchen open and the unmistakable sound of another bottle of beer being opened. His heavy footsteps returned in my direction and he sat back down on the couch behind me with a heavy sigh.

"Ok stand up straight. Turn around. Has there ever been a cock in there?"

"Yes Sir. Two."

"Two cocks? In that tiny asshole? At the same time!"

"Oh no Sir, not at the same time. Two cocks in total. Different times."

"Oh well, I suppose that leaves us something to explore in the future at least."

I smiled noncommittedly at him.

"Get on your knees and crawl over to me."

It was surprisingly difficult to keep my balance with my hands cuffed as I transitioned to my knees once more. I gingerly made my way across the rough carpet towards the couch.

As I got to where he sat he indicated with his beer bottle for me to turn around as I positioned myself between his wide spread legs.

I felt him unbuckle my cuffs.

"Hands behind your head again dear."

I followed orders. Although my hands hadn't been kept in position behind my back for very long this time I was starting to feel the toll of prolonged cuffing. My muscles ached when I had to reposition my arms.

With my hands behind my head I heard the clasp being reapplied to the leather cuffs. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw him reach into the box of toys, which I hadn't realised was right next to the couch.

Another leather belt emerged. I then felt him readjust the belt that encircled my waist as he fed the new belt into it. He then closed the loop of the new belt around the clasp on the cuffs. Now even if I wanted to I couldn't raise my hands above my head.

"Walk forward on your knees back to where you were a minute ago."

"Yes Sir."

"Now turn to face me."

"Yes Sir."

"Lay down on your back. Spread your legs as far apart as you can."

With my hands behind my head I needed to lay on my side first to get myself safely into position.

As I opened up my legs I could feel his eyes boring into my exposed vagina. Every inch of me had now been exposed to his scrutiny. I stared up at the ceiling trying not to let the little voice in my head that told me how worthless I was take over completely.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than 6 or 7 minutes I heard him finish his beer and begin to move himself off the couch. As he rummaged through the toy box he said,

"What age did you lose your virginity?"

"12 Sir."

"Family member?"

"No Sir, an older boy I wanted to impress."

"Ever eaten pussy?"

"Yes Sir."

"Mmmm good girl. Oldest man you've ever sucked off?"

"Ehhhh you Sir."

"I'm bored of this now. Stand your perky little cunt up so I can beat you."

Eager to just move around and end the objectification I quickly got myself to my feet. He circled around me, his hands filled with something I couldn't make out. I felt him undo the clasp from my wrist cuffs.

He gave me a moment to unstiffen my shoulders from the position they had been in before I felt him begin to manipulate my arms and wrists. With them still behind my back he pushed my left wrist towards my right elbow and my right wrist to the left elbow. In order to contort myself into the correct shape I had to stand up straighter to release my shoulder muscles. He began to wind something around my wrists and elbows to hold them in the place he wanted.

Next he reattached my ankle cuffs to the spreader bar. He circled around in front of me once more. I could see the blindfold from our earlier session in his hands. He looked down at it, then back up at me a few times.

"Nah. I want to see your reactions as I abuse you."

He tossed the blindfold in the direction of the toy box.

"But I don't really want to listen to your stupidity."

He went over and retrieved a ball gag from the box. As I opened my mouth to receive the bright red ball, he paused.

"Have you used one of these before?"

"No Sir."

"So how do you know what it is?"

"I eh...I've seen them in porn Sir."

"Ohhhhh naughty girl. Do you watch a lot of porn?"

"Probably more than most girls."

"Good girl. I'm still going to punish you for it through."

"Awwww."

As I tried to finish he stuffed the gag into my mouth. As I held it in place with my lips he flipped my hair out of the way to close the buckle behind my head.

"Good I think your all dressed up as I like it."

From the box he pulled out a black leather flogger and a collar.

"Almost forgot about this."

Then he placed the collar around my neck before standing back to admire his own handiwork. He circled back behind me once again. Then suddenly I heard the whooshing sound of the flogger through the air, before it connected with my ass check.

In quick succession he must have smacked me 20 times, alternating between each cheek. I had only begun to properly register the pain when he stopped.

He circled me again and stood in front of me.

"I want to watch this one."

With that he expertly flicked the flogger and it whooshed through the air to connect to with my exposed pussy.

I yelped and tried to close my legs, but the spreader bar prevented it. My face must have given him exactly what he was hoping for because he grinned and quickly repeated the manoeuvre.

I yelped again, making a sound similar to a small dog I had never involuntarily made in any other situation. I begun to shake my head.

He was quickly up in my face. His hand grabbing me by the hair pulling my head back to look into his eyes.

"Do you want this to stop?"

I nodded.

"Say it then."

"Please stop" I whimpered through the gag.

He grinned.

"Fine but you won't like the alternative."

I frowned, wondering what could be worse. He stalked off into the kitchen, soon returning with a small cloth bag. He set the bag on the couch and took a small handful of clothes pegs from it.

My eyes widened.

"I told you. You should listen to your Master."

"Please Sir, please," I began to beg through my gag.

"SHUT UP! If I wanted you to speak I would have left your mouth available wouldn't I?"

He came towards me clacking the clothes peg open and closed at me. As he got to me, he took my left breast in his hand. He started to work on my soft nipple.

"I wonder if I got some weights and left them on here for a while, would these teeny tiny titties, grow a bit bigger? Maybe I'll try that a bit later."

Then he grasped my nipple and pinched it hard. I started to squirm. He ignored me and twisted it a little. Then he popped the clothes peg right on my nipple.

He grinned to himself while he watched me adjust to the pain. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, less of a sharp pain and more of a dull pinching feeling.

Then he repeated the process with my other breast.

Then he got to his knees and pinched my labia between his thumb and forefinger, gathering it up so he could attach pegs to it. I squirm and murmured but did my best not to let on how difficult I found it. It wasn't painful per say but I knew that it soon would be.

With a peg either side of my vagina, he began to gently rub and flick at my clit. It felt both wonderful and terrifying. I really didn't want him to place a clothes peg on that but at the same time I loved the attention.

Then he picked up another peg and looked up at my face. I started to breathe heavily through my nose, trying unsuccessfully to calm myself.

"Shall I?"

Without thinking about it, I nodded my head.

"You want me to?" he said confused

I shook my head.

"Ahhhhh, you don't WANT me to, but you want to say yes to me. Is that it?"

I nodded vigorously.

"Hmmmmm interesting. I was actually planning just to tease you with it but now..." he trailed off.

The silence hung heavy in the air as he contemplated.

"No, I'll save that little treat for next time."

My breathing began to slow. He stood up and took my face in both his hands. He started to kiss the ballgag.

As I started to get more excited by the whole scenario my discomfort began to grow. I had never experienced a sensation like this on my pussy before. He started to play with my breasts, gently rubbing and massaging them. Occasionally tugging very gently on the clothes pegs. Then I felt his hand start to work it's way slowly down my belly, inching it's way towards my little cunt.

He was very gentle as as continued to kiss me, while his right hand very slowly began to tease and stroke my pegged pussy. I could feel the blood starting to flow, as the pegs began to pinch more.

"Do you want me to play with you?" he whispered in my ear.

I nodded and mumbled

"Yes please, Sir. Yes please".

He slid first one, then a second finger into me. I trembled and moaned as he did so. I was so completely his in that moment.

Then after four or five gentle slow strokes he withdrew his fingers again and stopped kissing me. I moaned dejectedly. He walked over to the side of the room and took hold of a solid wooden coffee table that had been propped out of the way in a corner. He dragged it into the centre of the room.

"Waddle on over here and lay down."

I followed his instruction with some difficulty. With my hands tied and my legs in the spreader I needed his help to position myself.

Laying on the hard coffee table trussed up like a Christmas ham was awkward and uncomfortable.

C went once more to the toy box and returned with a black magic wand vibrator.

"Do you know what this does?"

I nodded my head as I stared at it, taking in what he would do to me.

"Of course you do, I hadn't realised what a whore you are."

As he switch it on with one hand he started removing the clothes pegs from my pussy with the other. He placed the two loose pegs onto my stomach.

"I don't want you squirming too much, so if those pegs fall off you, I will beat you until your black and blue. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head once more. And with that he began to run the wand over my already encouraged clit. It felt so amazing.

As I closed my eyes to focus on these new sensations I felt his free hand begin to explore my body. His hands ran over my thighs, stomach, breasts and up to my neck.

My breathing began to speed up as I started to close in on cumming again he started to squeeze.

As I mumbled "Choke me Sir" through my gag he grinned, cut off my air, dropped the wand and abruptly slapped my cunt three times. I squealed and squirmed. My pussy dripping but needing attention to get me over the hill to another loud orgasm.

"Beg me!"

"Please Sir, please please please," I dribbled through my gag.

He lifted me by my neck from my laying down position on the coffee table, so that I was sitting up. The clothes pegs that were loose on my stomach fell to the floor.

"Sorry, but I'm going to have to punish you for that."

"Awwwww."

He slapped me across the face with his free hand.

"Don't whine, it's not attractive. Now sit up straight for me."

"Yes Sir," I whimpered.

He reached behind my back and began to untie my hands. As he released them from their bondage I gingerly stretched and flexed them.

"Now, as you've been both a good and a bad girl, I'm going to torture you while you get off. I'm going to keep going as long as I see fit but you must bring yourself to a climax for me. If I feel that you have faked it, you really will not like what I will do to you."

"Yes Sir, of course. I would never fake it with you."

He slapped my face once more.

"I don't remember asking the cunt bucket a question. Now lay down."

He reached down between my legs where the wand had fallen and picked it up. As he handed it to me, he switched it on.

I immediately went to work on myself. As I did he walked back to the toy box and returned with a lit candle in one hand and leather riding crop in the other.

I stared into his eyes as I rubbed the magic wand over my abused little pussy. Silently he towered over me for a few minutes. Then he began to very gently run the crop over my thighs, stomach and breasts.

Back and forth the crop went. Then suddenly while I was distracted by sensations of the crop and wand, he dripped hot wax all over my left nipple.

My eyes suddenly widened, I gasped out loud arched my back and constricted my stomach all in one movement. I almost squealed something at him but just in time I remembered my place and managed to maintain eye contact with him and bite my lip.

"Very good, little one."

He began to gently tap the crop against my skin. I could feel my orgasm begin to well up inside me. My moans began to get more vocal.

He dropped another load of wax onto my other titty.

"Ohhhhh fuck," I groaned.

The swish of the riding crop against my inner thigh was almost instantaneous.

"Ohhummmawwweee," I bit down hard on my lips to try to prevent more utterances from escaping me and displeasing him.

I was unsuccessful in persuading him from cropping me further. The lashes became harder and more insistent. I realised I was no longer being punished, my moans and squeals were exactly what he wanted.

As I started to get closer to cumming, I got louder. The louder I got, the harder he hit me. As he stood naked over me, he began to stroke his cock. The sight of his stiffened dick at my torture and humiliation excited me even further.

"Oh FUUUUCK Sir, I'm so close."

"Do you want to cum, little tart?"

"Oh yes Sir. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes please!!"

"Well in that case..."

And with that he took his hand off his cock, grabbed the wand out of my hand and pulled it away from my quiving clit.

"Ooooooh Sir, please. Please make me cum. Please Sir. I'll do whatever you want."

"You will little cock whore, just remember that later."

With that he dropped the wand to the floor and quickly slide two of his fingers deep into my soaking wet pussy.

With little resistance he swiftly started to finger fuck me, the palm of his upturned hand slamming against my clit.

"Ohhh god, fuck yes Sir."

"Do you want to cum for me, little cock socket?"

"Yes Sir, yes please."

"Ooooooooohhhh YEAH Sir!!" I screamed as I came gushing all over his hand. As I did he swiftly withdrew his hand, my wetness dripping from his fingers. Then he shoved his fingers into my mouth for me to clean him up.

I licked and gobbled it all up as my orgasm continued to rack through me.

"You really are and eager little cunthole aren't you? Get your shit together and follow me to the bedroom. I'm going to pound that little asshole before I go to sleep."

...to be continued

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