Used Ch. 02

Her fingers clutched the steering wheel. She had been happy after leaving the man that introduced her to her submissive role but now felt somewhat unsatisfied. In her fantasies she had definitely imagined being used and forced to submit to a Master's whim but had not expected to be dismissed in such a fashion. Now that the excitement of what had happened started to fade, she began to doubt.

Once home she kicked off her shoes and stretched her toes.. It was nice to be barefoot again, free of the 4 inch heals he had her wear. "Him." She thought, "What am I going to do about him?" Her nipples began to stiffen at the mere thought of the earlier events and unaware of her own movements, she began to stroke them through her blouse. A moan brought her free of her reverie. She shook her head and decided to brush it all off and worry about it later. What she needed now was a nice hot bath to soothe her soul and free her mind.

She filled the tub with water so hot that her body could barely stand it. Ash she slid into the tub, her breath caught at first but let out into a deep primal groan at the sheer pleasure of the water enveloping her body. Her eyes closed as her body sank further down until the water was at her chin, and her breasts floated freely beneath the surface. Again she began to think back. She could feel his body crushing her beneath it's weight, his cock forcing it's way into her body over and over. Her hands began to explore, first over her nipples then down between her legs, parting her lips and stroking her clit. She was so hot. The thought of him slapping her pussy, taking her so brutally, was more then she could bear and the overwhelming desire to cum struck her again.

Her fingers worked in a frenzied pace, sliding over her clit, her lips, down further to push inside her aching body. Her other hand worked on the hard peaks of her nipples, pinching and squeezing, even twisting them to bring the slightest sting of pain. Guttural moans of pleasure flowed from her lips and she squeezed her nipples harder. She fucked her fingers into herself forcefully, her body demanding more and more. Soon her back was arching, splashing water onto the floor as she came in a flood of ecstasy.

"Mmmmm." Her body relaxed, laying limp and heavy in the tub.

The phone rang, a shrill, unwanted interruption on the aftermath of her pleasure. Silently cursing, she reached for the towel, drying a hand and picking up the cordless that lay on the fluffy toilet seat next to the tub.

"Hello?" Her voice was a bit huskier then she wanted it to be and she cleared her throat.

"I see you arrived home safely." It was him! Her body flushed with warmth at the sound of his voice.

"Y..yes.." I sound like an idiot, she thought. "I'm glad you called actually, I wanted to speak with you."

"Oh?" His voice was dark and demanding as it always was.

"Yes, I...I don't think I can see you anymore." The statement was rushed out before she could hold it back.

"I see, " he said.

"It's just that I don't think I can be what you need. I enjoyed this afternoon but I really don't think I can... be that... for you." Her heart was racing now.

"I see." He said it again, this time it had such an effect on her that she sucked in a breath and let it hiss out between clenched teeth. "Are you wet, slut?" She could have kicked herself when a moan escaped. "Answer me," he demanded.

"Yes," she moaned again. His voice was like liquid honey running through her and pooling between her legs.

"You are in the bath." It was a statement, not a question. He must have heard the water lapping against the side of the tub.

"Yes, " she stuttered.

"Yes what?" he demanded.

"Yes Master." .

"That's better. Drain the tub."

"Yes Master." Mindlessly she followed his instructions. It was as if she had no will of her own.

He didn't speak for a while, seemingly waiting for the tub to fully drain. Once it had, she just lay there. The lack of water made the luxury of the tub more of a discomfort.

"Stay in the tub." It was like he could read her mind.

"Yes Master." She said.

"You were fucking yourself in the tub before I called, weren't you slut?" Again the words seemed more like a statement then a question.

"Yes Master."

"Slap your pussy," he barked. She brought her hand down on her lips, the sound echoing off the walls in the small bathroom. "Harder!" Again she brought her hand down, the sting bringing a whimper of pain."Do not stop until I instruct you to."

Her hand came down on her tender lips over and over, causing her to arch back against the now brutal and ungiving tub. Each ridge in her back ground into the porcelain but her pussy was burning and she was blind with the lust he was inducing. It was almost more then she could handle. Each spank made her need to cum nearly painful. "Cum," he commanded suddenly. Her body shook, convulsing and writhing in blissful agony. She panted, desperately trying to catch her breath when his voice broke through her clouded mind, "Tonight, 8pm." Then here was a click, and he was gone.

Her hand stretched out and she looked at the phone for several moments before her thumb pressed the "off" button. "Yes Master." The words were a faint whisper and a frightened vow. Now what was she going to do?