Unknown - Her brute master

I reached out and took it. The cold metal sent a thrill through me, from my hand down to my toes. With trembling fingers I fastened the collar around my neck. The chain dangled down between my breasts with the leather handle brushing against my pubic hair.

"Thank you, Master," I said.

"You're welcome, my dear. Come with me." He tugged on the chain. "Heel," He said.

I followed closely behind Him out of the room and into the hall. He stopped and turned to me. He smiled.

"You may be more comfortable in position two, my dear."

"Whatever you say, Master."

"Get on your hands and knees, Jodie."

"With pleasure, Sir."

"Good, now, heel."

I followed Him down the hall, as closely as I could without touching Him. We came to His special room and entered. He tugged gently on the collar, pulling me up.

"Position one, my dear."

I rose up on my knees with my hands at my sides. I knew what was coming next, Him and then me. I suppressed a smile.

"Now," He opened His pants and took out His dick once more, it was hard this time, "now you can give me that blow job you were so eager to give me before."

"Thank you. Master." I opened my mouth and took just the head between my lips. I flicked my tongue back and forth, rolling it around the top of His penis. I felt Him getting harder, He was starting to throb already. I could taste the sweet, salty flavor of a drop of pre-come liquid on my tongue.

"Forgive me, Master," I said around His cock, not wanting to actually let it out of my mouth, "but may I touch myself at the same time as I service you?" I looked up at Him, beseechingly, still licking on the end of His dick.

"Yes, you may, my dear. But only with your left hand. With your right you must further stimulate me. Do you know why?"

"Because your pleasure is my only concern, Master."

"That's right, dear. Go ahead, now, make yourself come."

Gratefully, I put my left hand on my pussy and started rubbing my clitoris, feeling it harden and stiffen immediately under my manipulation.

At the same time I reached into His pants and took His balls in my right hand. They were large and tight in His scrotum. I gently squeezed them, feeling them move around in their sack. He seemed to like that. He made soft moaning noises in His throat and spread His legs apart a little, giving me better access to His privates.

I sucked as much of His dick into my mouth as I could. It brushed the back of my throat and I had to carefully control my gag reflex. He started moving His hips back and forth, making gentle fucking motions.

My pussy was already wet. I smeared my juice around, over my clit, flicking it, frigging myself to the point of near-ecstasy. I slipped my middle finger into my vagina and moved it in and out. Imagining that it was Him, my new master, who was fucking me. My orgasm was building in my loins, getting hotter and stronger with every movement.

"Mmm, yes, my dear, that's very nice," He said, "do you want my come?"

"Um hm," I grunted around His cock.

"Oh, yes," He gasped. "That feels nice, your voice sends vibrations all through me."

"Hmmnunmmm." I hummed as loudly as I could, enjoying giving Him all the pleasure I could.

"Yes, baby, that's nice. If you want to come with me, come now." He put both His hands on my head and held it still while He pumped His hips back and forth, fucking me in the mouth.

I frigged myself harder and harder, not wanting Him to leave me behind.

"That's it, baby, hum me good, honey. Rub my balls."

Sweat beaded on my forehead, I was having trouble breathing. Pulses of pleasure built in my pussy and spread up and out, washing me with warmth, filling me with desire.

Suddenly He stopped. He held my head still and jammed His member as deep into my mouth as He could get it. It expanded, throbbed and exploded, sending spurt after spurt of hot, creamy, come into my mouth and down my throat.

"Yes, Jodie, take it now," He said, "take all my come, now."

My own orgasm flowed through me as I tasted His sweet, creamy come on my tongue. I tried to swallow it all hut some dripped out the corners of my mouth and dripped down my chin. I felt it drip onto my titties and run down my tummy.

Gradually, both our orgasms subsided. His cock shrank a little and I could breathe more easily. My own orgasm finished itself and left me weak, warm and shaky.

"You can get up now, my dear," He said, tugging on my leash.

Gratefully, I climbed to my feet. My knees were stiff and sore.

He put His penis back in His pants and led me to the mirror. We stood before it, Him holding my leash and me with my hands clasped behind my back. He never told me to stand that way, I just adopted it on my own. It looked nice, I thought, slightly submissive while at the same time accentuating my breasts. My hair was slightly disheveled and my face was still a little flushed. My chin was wet from His come and drops of it left shiny trails from my breasts down my abdomen. I looked cheap and sexy. I liked it.

"It is fortunate that you did not spill on the carpet," He said. "Otherwise, I would have to punish you. I do not think you would like that."

"I'm sure you would only do it if it were for my own good, Master."

He left me alone in the room. One of the closets had a sink and a complete arsenal of cleaning supplies. Although He hadn't instructed me to, I surmised that as a maid, I should clean the room. I took a dust cloth and pump bottle and set out to do a preliminary cleaning to orient myself to my new environment.

I was already familiar with the overstuffed armchair and display case of assorted dildoes and vibrators. Against another wall was what looked at first like a massage table. It was about three feet high and upholstered in soft brown leather. Attached to each corner of the table by a thick strap, was an adjustable leather restraint. On closer examination, I saw that the whole table was split and hinged so that it could be opened up into the form of an "X".

If someone were to be strapped to this table when it was in the open position, he or she, (ME!), would be spread-eagled, with just her torso supported by the intersection of the bars. My head and pelvis would be hanging free in the air. It looked very uncomfortable. I closed my eyes and imagined being tied down on it, helpless, being subjected to unspeakable humiliation. My pussy was wet and itching without my having to even touch it.

At lunch time my master sent me to my room to shower and freshen up. When I was powdered and perfumed, as instructed, I put on a fresh outfit. Clean stockings and garter belt, different shoes, and, also as instructed, I substituted a white collar with bow tie for my dog collar and leash.

When I was ready I stood, just inside the door, with my feet apart and my hands behind my back, waiting for my master. He didn't keep me waiting more than a few minutes. He entered without knocking, looked me over approvingly, and took me downstairs to the kitchen.

"I hope you like what I have prepared for us," He said. "Please do not expect me to cook for you forever, I merely want you to become accustomed to the style and quality of food I will expect you to prepare on special occasions."

It was a simple luncheon of chicken a la Kiev, asparagus with wild rice, and a small Caesar salad. I despaired of ever being able to equal it. I think He suspected my despair, because once or twice He gave me a teasing kind of chuckle when He took a bite of food.

After lunch He took me to His study. He had me sit on His desk while He worked on an article He was writing. He wanted to be able to see my sex, He said, for inspiration.

"It's hard for me to get a really good look at it with all that hair you have on it," He said. "Have you ever considered shaving it?"