Unknown - Her brute master

I touched my pussy gently when I thought of Him. I dreamed of His arms, His lips, His long, strong penis. Around ten o'clock I started feeling restless. I knew I would have to resolve my ambivalence some time soon, but not now. Now I wanted to fuck Him and get fucked by Him.

I thought I'd go to the pleasure room and tie myself to the leather massage table. The wrist and ankle restraints attached to each of the chromium-plated legs were quite inviting. I'd feel ever so secure spread-eagled up on that table, open and vulnerable my master's whims.

But He might not come to the pleasure room. I'd be tied up, alone, naked and cold all night. The prospect titillated me a little, but I decided it wouldn't be worth it if He didn't happen to find me in time.

I wondered if I should wait for Him in His bed. I could get under the covers at the foot of the bed. That way He would see that I was there but wouldn't speak to me. He would get undressed and climb into bed, seeming to ignore my presence completely. He would keep His cock in my mouth all night long, making me suck and drink His come repeatedly.

Finally, I could stand it no longer. I got up and put on some makeup, just some eyeliner and lipstick. Just enough to accent my full lips, to make myself look cheap and available.

I took a small red silk pillow from the couch and went to the front door to wait. I knelt on the pillow just to the left of the door, right where my master would step when He returned, my mouth on a level with His crotch, waiting for His presence.

My knees hurt a little after the first twenty minutes. In a half an hour my lower legs were numb from lack of circulation. My mouth was going dry, I needed a drink of water. I swayed a little, feeling slightly faint from the combination of mild pain and lack of movement.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, I heard His car pull into the driveway and my heart beat faster. HE was back! But wait, two doors slammed shut outside. Two sets of feet walked up the steps to the door.

His key turned in the lock. I wanted to get up and run, hide myself – but I couldn't. Was it that my legs were still asleep, or did I want to stay? Did I want to be punished? Was my masochism getting the better of me? Was it determining my actions now?

The door opened and my master stepped in. The cool evening air wafted over my heated body and raised goose bumps on every inch of exposed skin. He wasn't alone. The other footsteps belonged to His companion, an attractive woman dressed in evening wear. My master, dressed in His casual summer suit of white flannel, looked warm and relaxed next to the severe dark formality of His companion's attire. I wanted to look at the woman more closely but I couldn't.

My master stepped forward, He hadn't noticed me kneeling in His path. His pants pressed into my face. What I thought would be a sexy greeting was turning into a major embarrassment. Lipstick smeared from my lips and stained my master's pants, right on His fly.

He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back.

"What am I going to do with you?" He frowned down at me. There was no mirth in His voice, but I detected an evil twinkle in His eye.

"Who is this… person, darling?" Her voice was sweet, deep, and melodious.

"This creature aspires to be my servant." He pulled on my hair, bringing tears to my eyes. "But instead of serving me, she has soiled my clothes with her filth!" He released my hair and with that same hand gave me a stinging slap across the cheek.

The force of the blow knocked me off my knees onto the floor. My face burned and my ears rang, I shook my head, trying to clear it. I heard soft laughter, it must have been her, she sounded pleased and excited.

"Come with me." He grabbed my hair again and yanked me to my knees. He strode purposefully toward the stairs, dragging me behind Him. I stumbled and fell, banging my shins on the stairs, trying to keep up with Him but not succeeding.

She followed a few feet behind us, smiling placidly.

The room was dark and silent. At least one hour, possibly two, had already passed. I was completely alone. The only sound to be heard was the soft rasp of my breath. My eyes were open but no image could be discerned in the pitch blackness. The taste of my own blood lingered on my tongue.

I was spread-eagled on the X-shaped massage table. My wrists and ankles were tightly secured in the thick, leather restraints. My head and my hips dangled in mid-air, my back arched uncomfortably over the table.

Distantly, I heard a footstep, it stopped outside. The doorknob clicked, three sides of a rectangle of light outlined themselves, then dazzlingly became the doorway. The image was upside down, because my head was hanging upside down, and in the doorway, silhouetted against the light, was she, looking down on me.

She closed the door and turned on a small light, casting a dim orange glow on the room. She was naked, as naked as I was. She walked to my side and ran her fingertips over my arms and legs. I think she was admiring the smooth hairlessness of my skin.

She ran her fingernails lightly over my skin. She scratched my armpits and my crotch, lightly, tickling me, making me squirm on the table.

"You like this, do you?" There was a no kindness in her voice. "You're a randy little tramp, aren't you?"

She pinched my nipple with her fingernails, hard. The pain shot through me, waking me out of my dreamy delirium. She dug her nails into the flesh of my breast, there would be purple bruises there tomorrow.

I gasped with pain, deliciously, squirming my hips.

The door opened again and I felt my pussy getting moist. It was my master, come to join us and make my pleasure complete. He was nude as we were. His member hung down, long and thick. I thought I saw some wetness on it, as if He had recently come.

She turned and kissed Him wetly on the mouth. I could see her tongue working. She fondled His penis lovingly, stroked it lightly, showed a familiarity that was lewd and inviting.

They walked to my head together, she might have been leading Him, it was hard to tell. She stroked His penis with her right hand and placed it in my mouth.

The familiar musky flavor was ambrosia to me. I loved the taste of His dick in my mouth. It swelled and hardened as I rolled my tongue around and over it. I kept my eyes open. All I could see were His balls, swinging inches from my nose.

Soon He was completely hard, long and thick. He pumped His hips back and forth, fucking me deep in my throat. I had to breathe through my nose or I would choke.

Meanwhile, the woman, who was she, anyway, I wondered, the woman stroked and scratched the most private, intimate parts of my body. She pinched and scratched my in my most sensitive spots. She played my senses like a musical instrument.

"You're a little slut, aren't you? Isn't she, darling?" She addressed my master.

"She claims to be a student," He replied.

"Let her speak for herself, darling." Her voice was soft, yet commanding. "Tell us about yourself. What are you?"

My master pulled His penis out of my mouth and placed it on my face, letting His balls rub against my nose.

"I'm a student slut," I responded.

"And a smart-ass, too." She laughed and slapped me on the inside of my thigh. It stung and burned, I wondered if she'd leave a welt. "You like your punishment, don't you, whore?"

"No, I…aahhrrgg!"

She grabbed my pussy lip and dug her thumbnail into it, hard. I screamed in pain and tried to wriggle away from her, straining against the leather straps.

"You like it because you know you deserve it, don't you, pig?"

"Oh, God, yes! Whatever you say, ah, aahh, aahhrrgghhaa!"

She built me to a crescendo but kept me from going over the edge. Again and again, she'd pet and stroke me until I thought I'd come, but then she'd hurt me severely, making me scream and writhe with pain.