Pearl and MasterD Pt. 01

Pearl was a devoted wife and stepmother. She loved her husband dearly and they had a good life together. She was happy she had waited to find her true love before she got married. So many of her friends had married young and been divorced and were back in the dating game. Pearl had focused on her career and then in her 40s met the man of her dreams. She loved him deeply and she was growing to love his three children from a previous marriage. Their sex life was equally good. She had the libido of a teenager and her husband loved having a wife who was ready and willing to fuck at a moment's notice. Their lovemaking was passionate and frequent - but very vanilla. The same positions over and over and nothing remotely kinky. She wasn't exactly bored with her sex life with her husband, she just felt like something was missing.

Pearl had not had very many sexual partners before she met her husband; she could count her sexual conquests on only one hand. In all of them she was the submissive - she had never made the first move (sexual or otherwise) with any man. Once when she was having sex with a lover he had roughly grabbed her legs and pulled her across the bed before slamming his rock hard 8-inch thick cock inside her cunt. She had never felt anything like it; the way that he took charge... made her do what he wanted... it was thrilling. She played that image over and over again in her head and craved more of it. But she didn't know how to ask for it, or why she had found it so exhilarating. Then one day when she was between lovers she read an erotic book series. The main characters were an experienced young Dom and an innocent virgin. The trilogy opened her eyes to the world of BDSM and Kink. She found the books irresistible; she read them over and over and over again. Her cunt got wet every time the Dom took charge; every time he introduced a new toy or punishment. She lost track of how many times she put down her Nook to make herself cum wishing she was the girl in the story; wishing the use and abuse was happening to her. She had a hard time forcing herself to read something else. So she started looking online for more stories like it. Looking for more information on what Pearl came to know as The Lifestyle.

She devoured every new piece of knowledge she acquired about Doms and submissives; Masters and slaves; Total Power Exchange; tools and toys - all of it was thrilling and new and full of such possibilities. Her next lover she thought had potential to be a long time love but turned out to be a one-night stand. But her head was swimming with submissive visions and he did allow her to indulge her kinky fantasies. Story after story she wrote for him - she had no idea where they all came from! They flowed from her as naturally as breathing. So many kinky e-mails and texts were shared between them and then finally they met to fuck. Her cunt was wet from his first kiss; she wanted to devour him and be devoured by him. And when he was fucking her from on top, and he put her hands together and held her wrists down she almost screamed from the shear pleasure of being so used and controlled. The way he fucked her... he seemed to know exactly what she needed and longed for. It was only one night but it was magical. And she didn't realize it then, but the die had been cast that night. Between what she had read and what little she had experienced, there was no going back - she would need the Kink from now on. She would need the submission. She just didn't know how to get it.

And then Pearl met her husband. She had never known a more loving and devoted man. And she loved fucking him. She had no desire to cheat on him or hurt him. She could not risk losing him - it would hurt her too much and she didn't think she would ever recover if he left her. But he wasn't enough and she knew it. The more vanilla fucking she received, the more she craved to be spanked, or bit, made to submit. Pearl decided one day to try to introduce some Kink into the relationship. She and her husband went to an adult store and she steered him towards the BDSM merchandise. She lingered there on purpose to let him see how interested she was. He seemed curious, but not as interested in her; he spent more time cracking jokes about the floggers and paddles. Pearl realized she'd have to take the initiative and she didn't know how to do that (and that would defeat the purpose of being the submissive anyway). Plus, she had only read things in books or on websites - she didn't know what to do with half the stuff she had seen anyway. After that trip to the store she became more depressed than ever about never being able to experience being a true submissive.

One night she found herself on one of her favorite Erotica websites; reading yet another story about a Dom and his devoted submissive. She was in the middle of the story (contemplating making herself cum to one of the hotter moments in the story) when she remembered that she had created a Gmail account when she signed up on the site. It was an account she created to avoid the possibility of her husband seeing what she was reading or researching. After looking up her username and password on one of her apps (she had long since forgotten both) she decided to check it - and to her surprise there was an e-mail to her from someone on the site.

She opened it - it was from a "SirD" - and he wrote her a simple note to say that he had read her profile and was available to answer any questions she had about the Lifestyle. Profile? She didn't even remember writing or filling in a Profile. It was such a simple note but it seemed like there was a world of possibilities in it. She sent him a brief reply to thank him for his e-mail. A day or so later they were exchanging pictures. They both exchanged only head-shots or pictures with clothing - SirD was married as well and they both needed to be discreet. Then came the day - after only a few e-mails - she asked what she thought was a simple question: what should she call him? He told her she could call him either "Sir" or "Duncan" and she didn't hesitate: she asked to call him Sir. The idea of it intoxicated her. Calling a Dom by his title; writing "Yes Sir" and "No Sir" - it made her hot. His reply had her positively spinning: "Do you know what that means? Do you know what you are signing up for?" she felt an electric bolt move through her and to her cunt. Yes, she knew - she knew she was agreeing to submit. It felt so right. "Yes Sir" she replied. And that's how it began.

She began to live a double-life. Married, professional, devoted wife (weekend stepmother) to her husband and a submissive to SirD. The e-mails and texts were frequent in the early days and months - a torrent of instructions and tasks; of reassurances and loving words. And corrections (so hard for her at first, but she learned to handle them too over time). She came to love a Dom she had never met. They lived only 10 minutes from one another in neighboring suburbs of Phoenix but she and SirD had spouses to protect. He was no less devoted to her, though - their bond was not merely virtual. She could feel it in her bones. This was no fantasy - it was real. She threw herself into her training and her tasks, falling harder and faster than she had ever fallen before. Pearl learned to juggle her marriage and her sub duties (sometimes fumbling with both) but she had never been happier.

Which was why she decided to finally tell her Sir the secret she had not told anyone - not even her own beloved husband. She knew if she could trust anyone, she could trust her Dom. She knew He would not judge her; she knew with him she would find only unconditional love and support. In an e-mail where he asked her if there were any secrets she had not told him; any secret desires she had not yet revealed she clicked "Reply" and took a deep breath. She began to type:

Dear Sir, When I was young I had a baby. I was dumb and gullible. I thought I was in love with him and thought he felt something for me. But after that afternoon I never heard from him again. He wouldn't even acknowledge my existence in school and when I passed by him he would laugh at me with his friends. I found out a few weeks later that I was pregnant. I was scared shitless and didn't know what to do. When I told him, he called me a whore and said it wasn't his baby and just walked away. I never saw him again after that.

I finally found the guts to tell my parents. We came from a strict Catholic family - they wouldn't hear of an abortion. My mother wanted to help me raise my baby but my father said it would ruin my life and my future. So they arranged for me to leave town for the year and stay with an aunt a few states away. My parents told me they had found someone to adopt the baby. I carried him inside me for 9 months and then I gave birth to him. I only got to hold him for a few brief moments before the nurse took him from me and I never saw him again. I went back home to my parents and I cried for weeks. I wanted my baby boy! I'll never forget his sweet little face and the Port Wine birthmark behind his left earlobe. I see that little innocent face all the time; sometimes I wake up in a puddle of tears.

I would often ask my parents to tell me who adopted him; where he was. But they never would. They said it was better for me to move on. I guess after a while I decided they were right - what if I found him? What would I say to him? And would he just hate me on sight for giving him away? He would be about your age now, Sir. I was close to looking for him just to find out if he was okay and had been adopted by a good family, but then I met my husband. I knew as a devoted father he would understand and feel sympathy for me, but I was so ashamed. Such a dumb fucking girl to let some asshole fuck her, knock her up, and let her parents take her child from her...

She wept when she got her Sir's reply:

You did nothing wrong Little One - you were only a kid. You were hardly the first girl in history to be smooth-talked out of her virginity and you won't be the last. There are plenty of assholes out there to go around. As far as your son goes - don't worry my pet. I love you and one day I believe you will see your son again. I know you have a loving and generous heart and if you meet him again I am sure he will open his arms to you and give you a big kiss and hug and tell you how grateful he is that you brought him into the world. You have been honest and devoted. It is time that you met your Sir and became his slave. It is time for us to consummate our bond.

Pearl knew, if she did not before, that she had found her True and Loving Master.

SirD had enjoyed his 27 years on this earth. He was handsome, came from a good and loving family, and had a good career in mechanics. He was a homeowner, had a truck and a motorcycle - and was contemplating settling down and having a family with a strictly vanilla woman he was seeing regularly. He seemed to be a man who had everything... except that he didn't. What he was missing was a submissive.

SirD had figured out from his earliest dates that his needs and desires were unique. He remembered the first time he kissed a girl - Sarah. He was 15 and she had luscious red lips. While he was kissing her, he felt compelled to pull hard on her ponytail - to take the kiss from her and possess her lips. Sarah had yelped and he stopped, but he knew then that he was looking for something more; a quality Sarah didn't have. He hardly knew himself then as a mere teenager what he was or what he needed, but SirD knew he had to find it.

He tried that with every girl he kissed for the first time after that - a firm tug on their hair or the back of their neck; maybe wrap his hand around their throat to try to get the reaction he craved but didn't fully understand. And then one day when he was 20 it happened. He met a girl at a party thrown by a friend of his. He had seen her from across the room nursing a glass of wine; she didn't seem to be enjoying herself. But she was cute and had nice tits so SirD went to talk to her. There was something in the way she made eye contact with him; something about how she seemed to hang on every word he said. It was intoxicating. After another drink and a little more conversation he walked her outside to a secluded spot in the backyard under the auspices of getting away from the noise so they could talk more easily.

Standing under a tree in the dark during an awkward pause He leaned in to kiss her, and instinctually his hand pulled on the back of her neck. To his utter surprise, the girl (Maggie) swooned. He felt her moan into his mouth; he opened his eyes and saw that hers had rolled back into her head as if she had gone to some other place. He pulled harder and bit her neck. Maggie's legs weakened and she fell to her knees, her hands clutching his thighs. She was eye to eye with SirD's hardening cock and he was stunned when she began to immediately free him from his pants and take him into her mouth. Other girls had sucked him off (usually after much persuading or an expensive meal) but not like this; not like Maggie. Maggie sucked his cock as if she had no other choice; as if the compulsion was so strong a hurricane couldn't drag her away from his dick. She sucked his cock like she loved it and loved him and lived only to suck his thick cock. He came fast and hard - so overwhelmed by her skills and how intoxicating it felt to have such a power over a woman. And when she finished, and swallowed his cum like it was a magnificent feast she thanked him for the privilege!

He took Maggie to his place that night and fucked her over and over - and more the next day. Every position, any way he wanted her she just did as she was told and begged for more. She never seemed to get enough. SirD had never met any woman like her before. When he had to take her home she became sullen and said shyly, "Um, would you be my 'Sir'?"

SirD didn't even know what that meant. He asked her to explain and she said she was a submissive and she was in-between Dominants and she really needed someone to take care of her - to control her. To use her for his own pleasure and correct her when she had been a bad girl. And would he be The One? Maggie told him that she loved his cock and thought he was sexy and wanted him to do so many things to her. SirD confessed that he wanted nothing more than to dominate her but he didn't know all that it entailed.

Maggie suddenly lit up and said, "Don't worry - I know someone who can teach you, Sir, if you are willing. Are you willing to be my Sir? To learn?" she was so eager and such a good fuck - how could SirD say no?

Maggie had been his first submissive and he had cared for her deeply. But he was such a novice with her (made more than his fair share of mistakes) and she was patient but when she asked to leave him for a Dom with much more experience he could do nothing but be understanding and supportive. He had had a few others after her. There was Angel (the brat); Jill (a "Daddy's Girl"); and Carla (pain slut). He had gained quite a bit of experience since Maggie and had learned so much in and about the Lifestyle. But none of his submissives had lasted more than a few months and none of them were what he truly craved: a devoted loving slave.

Someone once told him about a dead-end job he once hated, "Well, it's also good to know what you DON'T want to do." He had come to feel that way about subs as well. Angel had been fine but he found her brattiness wearying. Jill had been special but far too needy in all the wrong ways. Carla had been fun. Exploring how far he could go in her quest for pleasure through pain was a true learning experience. But even he had become frightened about how much she was willing to push it. There was only so much blood he could handle. No - he knew now exactly what he wanted. He wanted a slave - not a submissive- but a true slave.

And he wanted a slave who loved him as deeply as he loved her; a slave capable of being with him for the long-haul (whether he chose to marry another woman or not). A slave who was utterly devoted only to him and his needs because she loved him and it pleased her to care for him. Someone he could control completely; a slave willing to push her own limits for his pleasure. A natural submissive who fell to her knees out of sheer instinct, like Maggie, without needing to be told. For a slave like that SirD knew He would be willing to give her as much love and attention and orgasms as she could handle. He decided the time had come in his life to settle for nothing less and he began his quest to find her.

SirD patrolled the usual websites with no luck; the women all seemed too needy or too risky sexually. He talked to other Doms in The Lifestyle to see if they knew or heard of any subs who might fit his bill? No luck there either. Then one night he was reading some erotica on one of his fave websites, stroking his hard cock, when he noticed that they had personals and ways to search the members. SirD stopped masturbating long enough to look through the other members. He found one in particular intriguing: a woman in her early 40s expressing an interest in BDSM, friendship, and possibly a lover. She was black which really piqued his curiosity - he had never had a sub of color and it had always been sexually arousing to him. And an older woman - he had fantasized often about that as well. He decided to reach out and send an e-mail. Something simple and non-threatening - just an offer of friendship and a willingness to teach her about the Lifestyle. If she took the bait he could always pull out some Dom moves to see what she was really interested in.

Several weeks went by without a response. He contacted others in the mean-time with similar results. Then to his surprise he found an e-mail in his Inbox from the prospective black sub. It was simple and thanked him for his e-mail. It was not an invitation - but it was not a brush-off either. Before he knew it he was e-mailing her several times a day and they exchanged pictures. SirD noted how happy it made her that he called her "pet" and "little one" - hmm, he thought - little endearments mean a lot to her: the mark of a good submissive. And when after only a few e-mails she asked to call him "Sir" and eagerly agreed to submit to him he knew that she was special.

SirD had never had a sub so eager to learn; so eager to please. He knew they only lived 10 minutes apart, but he wanted to take some time to initiate her and see how suited she was for his purposes before arranging a meeting. He was still determined to have the devoted slave He had been craving. Pearl had the potential but she was resisting and topping, too. If he could push her limits without breaking them... maybe... So he pulled every trick he had out of his bag and challenged her. But she did every task he put to her without questioning; she returned every e-mail promptly. She followed Protocol as strictly as she could. She was not perfect, but she was clearly trying to be the perfect sub for him. It endeared him to her in a way he did not anticipate. He could feel himself truly begin to fall for her and to need her.

And aside from the emotional connection that was building; aside from the unconditional trust that she was beginning to place in him was a genuine sexual attraction. Just thinking about her cunt made him hard. Picture after picture he made her send of her cuntmouth so he could cum imagining those lips wrapped around his cock. Her cunt (which he instructed her to shave or wax) made his cock twitch just thinking about ramming into that black tightness. Her tits made him ache to abuse them - slapping, biting, pinching - until she begged him to fuck her. When he called her on the phone he would make her laugh and then switch to His Dom voice and listen to her swoon. He could literally hear her submit; hear her crave his control. It was intoxicating.