Unknown - Her brute master

I debated with myself what was the best way to greet Him when He arrived. Should I wait for Him at my "Parade Rest" stance that had started to become standard? Or perhaps I should wait with my back to the door, so that when He came in the first thing I would greet Him with would be my ass.

The high heels I wore made me lean forward a little bit and pushed my buttocks out provocatively in the back. I knew he'd like to be reminded of the pleasures of my ass, but the possibility of His misinterpreting the gesture made me finally decide against it. I certainly didn't want Him to think I was mooning Him.

Finally, I knelt on the floor just inside the door. That way, when my master entered, I would be ready to give Him head if He wanted it. I licked my lips and waited. Minutes passed. My knees began to ache. I hoped my master would be pleased with my position.

I shifted my weight back and forth, from one knee to the other. The carpet and padding eased, but could not eliminate, the hardness of the floor under my knees. I bit my lower lip and grimaced in pain. I wanted to get up and rub some circulation back into my lower legs but I wouldn't allow myself.

The pain was sending shocks of electricity through my privates. My pussy tingled and itched. I could feel my clit starting to get a little hard. I squeezed my cunt muscles involuntarily. I was close to coming without even touching myself.

As though in answer to a prayer, the door opened and He came in. He took one step forward and stood with His pants less than an inch from my nose.

"Hello again, my dear. You look lovely in your uniform."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Your show of initiative in this way, by assuming your proper, subservient position, ready to service me, is good, Jodie." He patted my head and scratched me behind the ear, like a pet dog.

"Thank you, Sir." My heart was pounding, my pulse raced. I had pleased my master. He would reward me. I licked His hand, purring deep in my throat.

"Be careful not to soil my trousers with your lipstick, my dear. I wouldn't want to have to punish you."

With a gasp I realized that His prick was getting hard inside His pants, straining toward my mouth. He kept His hand on my head, holding it in place, not letting me pull away.

"Master, may I use my hands?"

"Yes, my dear."

I reached up and unbuckled His belt. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned His pants and pulled down His zipper. His cock was hard and getting harder – it strained toward me inside His white jockey shorts. I smelled the musky aroma and licked my lips. In a moment I had both His pants and shorts down around His ankles.

"Master, may I…"

"Go ahead, Jodie, I like watching you enjoy yourself."

I gripped His shaft in my right hand and cupped His balls in my left. I pulled the skin slowly up and down His cock while I rubbed His balls, playing with them, rolling them in my fingers.

I stuck out my tongue and licked my lips. I gripped His shaft hard and stroked it slowly. I squeezed His balls, wanting to almost hurt Him. I wanted to give Him, my beloved master, a taste of the exquisite thrill that just the right amount of pain can give.

He must have felt it, for a thick, pearly drop of pre-come juice had formed at the head of His cock. I licked it off with the tip of my tongue. It was salty and sour, it made me warm inside. I wanted more.

I slipped my mouth over His cock and closed my lips just below its head. I rolled my tongue around it. I tried to stick my tongue into the little slit and lick out His come. He took a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, away from His wonderful, sweet dick.

"Wait, my dear." Slowly and firmly He tugged on my hair, pulling me to my feet. I resisted as much as I could, savoring the sharp, stinging pain in my scalp. "First, I think I'd like to see you get undressed."

He shoved me toward the center of the room and shut the door behind Him. I lowered my head slightly and gave Him my sexiest pout. I undid the bow on my apron and felt it shimmer to my feet, while He, my adored one, also slipped out of His clothes.

He was naked by the time I was lowering the zipper on my dress. I stepped out of it slowly, undulating my hips and cupping my breasts.

He led me to the massage table. He opened it up so that it resembled a large letter "X" and sat me down on the crux of it. He pushed me down on my back and stood between my legs.

"Did you miss while I was away?" He asked, smiling at me.

"Of course I did, Master." I felt very self-conscious lying under His gaze like that. I was still wearing my collar and cuffs in addition to my stockings and heels. I looked like a whore in a French brothel. A feeling of abasement, of degradation, tingled through me. My sense of shame stung me like a whip. My pussy was already moist, now it became wet before His eyes.

"Show me how you comforted yourself in my absence."

I knew immediately what He wanted. I put my feet up on the table and let my head fall back. I reached both my hands down to my pussy. My upper arms pressed my titties together while I used my long, red fingernails to scratch and pull at my pussy lips, sending drops of juice out of my slit and down the crack of my ass.

"I would dream of you, Master," I said, "and I would touch myself, like this." I exposed my clitoris and gave it a few brisk rubs, making it a little stiffer and taller. "I would pretend it was your lovely cock touching me, instead of my miserable little fingers."

"You mean like this?" And, fitting His action to His words, He pressed His velvety hard prick against my pussy lips.

"Oh yes, Master," I gasped. "It feels even better than I imagined." I put a finger on each side of my clitoris and rubbed hard, making it stand up out of my slit.

"Go ahead, get yourself off," He said, "let me feel you come." Obligingly, He pushed the head of His cock into my cunt.

I pulled my cunt lips apart with my left hand while I continued frigging my clit with my right. Thick, gooey drops of pussy juice squirted out of my slit and dripped down the crack of my ass.

My master kept pushing His cock deeper and deeper into my cunt. Waves of pleasure grew and throbbed in the depths of my cunt. His hardness thrilled and excited me.

"Are you coming yet?" His voice was tense, His body jerked spasmodically. "Come now, I'm almost there."

"Oooo, God, no," I gasped, "I'm not ready yet. Please wait for me."

"Come now, bitch!" He snarled. Suddenly, He pulled His cock out of my pussy and grabbed my knees with both His hands. He pushed my knees up to my chest, exposing my ass to the air. Ferociously, He rammed His cock into my ass.

"Argh, God, you're hurting me!" I screamed. His penis tore into my rectum, stretching and tearing the tender pink flesh. The little bit of pussy juice that had dripped onto my asshole lubricated Him a little bit, allowing Him entry into my bowels. It wasn't enough to give Him a smooth ride, however but He thrust mercilessly in and out, ignoring my cries of pain.

"Is this hurting you, my dear?" He asked, without stopping His fucking.

"Oh, aahhrrgg, yes, Master." Tears welled up in my eyes.

"What do you say, then, bitch?"

"Thank you, Master, thank you." I thrashed my head from side to side. "Hurt me more. Hurt me good, beloved Master."

He pressed my knees against my breasts. I could hardly breathe. I frigged my clit furiously. My orgasm grew and grew, bubbling hot and urgent in my loins.

"Please," I gasped, "I'm with you now! Give me your come, my dearest. Let me feel your pleasure inside me."

He jammed His cock deep into my ass. It throbbed and pulsed. I felt the warm, soothing come spurt and fill my rectum as I let go with my own shuddering, gasping climax.

"Fuck me, ream me, hurt me, Master." I was nearly delirious with pleasure. "I shall be yours forever."