Unknown - Her brute master

"Please, come now," I moaned, "I'm almost there. Come with me, please… Master."

I surprised myself, I had never intended to call Him that, I hadn't even thought of it. But when I did, when "Master" had left my lips, it felt good, and right, and natural. That's what I had been looking for all my life, a master, someone to rule me, control me, be over me, as He was now.

I reached into my bodice and pulled out my breasts. I tweaked my nipples while I shoved the vibrator back and forth in my pussy.

He stroked His prick faster. I saw the head get redder and more swollen.

"That's right, my dear, you've just passed your first test. I am your master, you are my willing servant. Your whole purpose in life is to serve me. Your only reason for living is to give me pleasure. Is that understood?"

"Oh, yes, Master, yes, Master. Please show me your pleasure. I'm coming now. Ah, ah, aaahhh, yes, NOW! PLEASE!"

He gritted His teeth and pumped His hips back and forth. Long, creamy gobs of come erupted from His prick and splattered all over me. Warm, gooey, spurts of His love juice landed in my hair, on my face and breasts. I opened my mouth and caught some of it on my tongue. It hit me like electricity, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

His come mixed with my come, some dripped on my cunt and made my orgasm last even longer.

"Oh, Master," I moaned, "you have given me more pleasure than I deserve." My hand was still massaging my tits while I held the dildoe up my cunt with the other. "Oh, Master, Master, Master."

I rolled over and kneeled at His feet. I licked the drops of His come up off the plastic sheet, savoring every drop. I kissed the toes of His shoes. I embraced His ankles and kissed the cuffs of His pants.

"Master, I am yours."

The next day I was at the front door again, this time with my suitcase in my hand. I hadn't brought a lot of clothing with me, I knew I wouldn't need it. I just had some toiletries and personal effects, some school books, and a note. I rang the bell.

"Who is it?" came the same disembodied voice through the loudspeaker.

"It is I, Master, your servant, Jodie." Just saying the words "master" and "servant" made me warm and tingly in my loins.

"Ah, yes, my dear, do come in."

The door buzzed and I entered. This time I did nothing, I just stood in the entry-way and waited. I didn't even put my bag down, I held it in my hand. Several minutes passed, I was starting to feel uncomfortable but I didn't move. I just waited.

Eventually, He came down the stairs, smiling at me. "Welcome, Jodie, welcome. I'm happy you've returned."

"Thank you, Master. I'm grateful to be here," I said.

"Yesterday you asked to give me pleasure, do you remember?"

"Yes, Master."

"Your promptness and obedience today have already given me great pleasure. Would you like to give me more?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Put your bag down and kneel."

I did so.

"This will be one of your primary positions. When you have perfected it, then we will be able to move on to more elaborate pleasures. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," I said, looking directly at His crotch.

"Good." He unzipped His fly and took out His prick. It was half hard and stuck out at a forty-five degree angle, pointing at my breasts.

I leaned forward and took it in my mouth. The sweet, musky flavor of His love tool filled my mouth and sent waves of pleasure surging through my body. I thought I would be able to have an orgasm just by sucking Him, I wouldn't even have to touch myself in order to come.

His prick immediately grew hard and straight in my mouth. I sucked in as much as I could but could only get half of its ten-inch length into my mouth. I tried to relax my throat muscles, hoping to be able to swallow more of it.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, He pulled back. He stepped away from me and I lost my balance. I fell forward onto my chest, just catching myself with my hands.

"Oh, my dear," He clucked His tongue at me. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I had such hopes for you. Now you have disappointed me yet again."

I pushed myself back up onto my knees. "Master, I'm sorry. What did I do?"

"You have exceeded yourself yet again. I didn't give you any instructions beyond ordering you to your knees. But, undisciplined wench that you are, you took it upon yourself to try to give me a blow job. Do you deny it?"

"No, Master." I looked down. Tears were starting to form in my eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't understand. I thought you wanted me to… give you a blow job."

"You are my servant. It is not for you to decide what I want, or why I tell you to do what I do. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"I'm not convinced, Jodie. Go to your room while I decide what to do with you." He put His penis back in His pants.

Conflicting emotions surged through me. I was thrilled at His stern, disciplinary approach to me, while at the same time I was devastated at having disappointed Him. I started to get up to go upstairs but I saw Him stiffen and stopped myself. He hadn't told me to get up. I crawled on my knees down the hall, up the stairs, and to the maid's quarters. I left my suitcase in the entry-way where I had put it down. I was beginning to catch on. My new master wanted me to follow orders precisely, with no leeway for personal initiative.

I waited on my knees for what seemed like hours. I knelt in the corner, hoping to impress my master with my obvious remorse. Finally He came into the room without knocking or announcing Himself in any way.

"Jodie, come here," He said.

I crawled over to where He stood and waited, not saying a word.

"Jodie, I don't know what to do with you. Sometimes you show great promise, and other times you seem completely hopeless. Do you have anything to say for yourself."

For an answer I reached into my bra and handed Him the note which I had composed the night before.

"Most beloved Master," it read, "I give myself to you, completely and without reservation. I am yours to train and shape in any way that you deem worthwhile."

"If, in the course of my apprenticeship with you, you decide that I need to be disciplined in any way, you have my total permission to carry out any punishment you consider necessary."

"It is my desire to serve you perfectly and to give you pleasure."

"Yours in obedience and servitude,"

"Jodie Cramer."

"Well, Jodie," He smiled as He folded the note and put it in His pocket, "there may be some hope for you yet. I'll save this in case you need to be reminded of it at any time. Get up now and put on your apprentice uniform."

"Yes, Sir." I got up stiffly, rubbing the circulation back into my knees. "Sir, what is my apprentice uniform?"

"I'm glad you asked, Jodie. Here, I'll help you." He went to the bureau and opened the drawers. He took out a black lace garter belt, black silk stockings, and two starched white cuffs. "Here, Jodie, put these on. I'll have to get your collar from the other room. Put on your shoes, too. I'll be right back."

I quickly got undressed and put on the garments He had laid out for me. I looked in the mirror. I liked what I saw. The hose and garter belt nicely accentuated my muscular legs and trim hips. The black silk made a vivid contrast to my blonde pubic hair. The white cuffs on my wrists looked strangely formal and definitely kinky with the rest of my skimpy sexy costume. I tweaked my nipples between my thumb and forefinger making them stiff and hard.

When I heard footsteps coming down the hall I went to the middle of the room. I stood with my legs slightly apart and my hands clasped behind my back, waiting patiently.

He came quickly into the room. "Jodie, put this on," He said. It was a rhinestone encrusted, leather dog collar with a shiny, chrome plated leash. He held it out for me to take from Him.