Unknown - Her brute master

"Oh, yes, my dear," He gasped with pleasure, "that's how it's done. You are an apt pupil. If we can teach you self-control and discipline, why there's nothing to which you might not aspire."

I moaned and hummed as best I could, trying to show Him how grateful I was for His concern and approbation.

Before coming in my mouth, He stopped and withdrew. He patted me on the head again and stepped away. Then He picked up the whip and stood next to the chair.

"Is this little toy the one you want me to use for your punishment? Is that why you put it out for me?"

"Yes, Master."

"Have you ever been disciplined like this before?"

"No, Master."

"Then I must congratulate you on your… imagination, shall we say."

"Thank you, Master."

He swung the whip and stung my buttocks with it. My body tensed and I took a sharp intake of breath.

"What was that you said?" He hit me again, harder this time.

"I said, 'Thank you, Master,' Master."

He continued lashing me with the whip. Each stroke burned and stung my flesh like fire. I wished I had a mirror so I could see what He was doing. I longed to watch the whip lashing against my skin. I wanted to see my skin turning red and swollen under each sweet, stinging blow of leather.

"Thank you, Master," I said again, meaning it. He was giving me an experience I had only dreamed of. He was treating me as I had never dared to ask to be treated.

"Thank you for punishing my transgression. Thank you for cleansing my sin with pain. Please help me to earn your forgiveness." I gasped each phrase through clenched teeth. I was having trouble breathing, I could hardly remain still. Each lash across my buttocks with the whip sent new waves of boiling pleasure through me. Each stroke of punishment made me warmer and wetter, sending me ever closer to the edge of orgasm. I knew my pussy was already wet and gushy. I could feel some drops of juice starting to ooze out of my slit and run down my legs.

Suddenly He stopped. I couldn't believe it. That would be the ultimate torture, to bring me to the brink of pleasure and to then just leave me hanging there, with no hope of fulfillment. But no, He was only going to the display case. I could see Him open it and return. He was carrying the same dildoe I had used the previous day.

"You're starting to drip, my dear. We can't have you soiling the rug. That would require even more punishment."

I knew He was playing with me, now. He wanted to give me my orgasm, but He wanted to prolong it a bit more, perhaps make me beg for it. I would, too I wouldn't hesitate to beg, to completely humiliate myself for Him.

"Perhaps what you need is a plug, a cork to stop your dripping."

He turned on the vibrator and slipped it into my pussy. Slowly but firmly He shoved it all the way in until it pressed against the top of my womb. It stretched and pulled every fold of flesh in my vagina until it completely filled me. The constant, mindless, humming vibration quickly restored my excitement. I felt myself approaching orgasm once again.

"Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?"

"Yes, Master, thank you."

"What would give you more pleasure?"

"For you to have an orgasm with me."

"Very good. How would you like me to have my orgasm?"

"Any way you like, Master." He placed His hands on my buttocks. They burned under His touch, they were still red and raw from the whipping.

"Would you like to learn something new?"

"Yes, Master."

He spread my buttocks apart. I felt something press against my rectum. 'Oh, my God,' I thought, 'he's going to put it in my bottom!' I had never even considered letting anyone do that before in my life. But now, the prospect thrilled and warmed me.

"Oh, oh, ooooohhhh!" I screamed in pain. His cock was hard and dry. He hadn't lubricated Him or me. My flesh burned and tore as He shoved His huge cock up my bung-hole.

"Is everything all right, my dear?" He sounded so kind, so solicitous.

"Yes, please… don't… stop."

"Are you enjoying this new punishment as much as the other, my dear?"

"Oh, yes… please… more…" I gasped.

"Beg me for it, Jodie. I want to hear what you want."

"Please, Master… fuck me. Shove your beautiful hard cock up my ass and butt fuck me… please!"

With one final thrust He was in me up to the hilt.

"Oh… ah… yes… fuck me now… I'm coming. Now!" I gasped, screaming, thrashing around, coming uncontrollably. "Fuck me, fuck me, hurt me so good."

I felt His cock throb and pulse, stretching my rectum even more. I imagined the pleasure He was getting, feeling the vibrator in my pussy while He fucked my ass. I think He must have come then, with me. I felt some warm liquid, it must have been His come, drip out of my asshole and run down the back of my leg.

The next two days were spent in blissful submission to my master's moods. He took both days off from working to spend time with me, training me in His ways. As near as I could gather by inference, for He never discussed it with me, my master was a writer or consultant. When He did work it was in His study, either at His typewriter or His tape recorder. I never heard what He said or saw what He wrote. I was only aware of the tools He had in His study.

For those two days though, He only went in His study to retrieve messages from His telephone answering machine and jot memos to Himself to answer them.

The rest of the time we spent together, from waking to sleeping, learning about each other. Yes, my master took great pains to learn all about me. He asked me about my family and upbringing, my hopes and dreams for the future, my tastes in music and art.

He also took great pains to learn where I was most sensitive on my body. He learned where exactly I like to be kissed and tickled. I let Him see how His teeth would make my nipples harder, faster than His tongue could. When He was kind enough to fuck my pussy, which He was, twice, He discovered immediately how I love having my clitoris sucked, like it was a little penis. Sometimes, when I'm very excited, and every time I've made love with my new master I've been very excited, my clitoris gets so hard that it sticks out of my slit like a little pearl. And when someone sucks on it, as master did so well, it will grow and stand up almost three-quarters of an inch, just enough to suck and lick.

I learned all I could about Him, too, of course. But He was quite reticent about Himself. I got the impression that He was a bit older than He looked. He had the body of a young man, the face of a mature man, and the patience and outlook of someone who has seen a lot of life. But He wouldn't talk about Himself.

We discussed world affairs at some length. I got the feeling He had traveled to many of the places we discussed. He was an advocate of personal liberty, (as I would have guessed), and human rights.

"The freedom to choose and then to act on that choice is vital to the human spirit, essential to the evolution of our race," He said.

I was such a young girl, He was so experienced, I was completely in awe of Him. I felt honored, like a temple priestess, called upon to service the God-king.

He instructed me in using my mouth and tongue to stimulate and prolong His orgasm. He taught me to tease Him almost to coming. I learned the tell-tale twitches and throbs that preceded even His pre-come ejaculate. I sensed when the energy was just starting to ascend through His spine, and I would stop.

I'd hold His throbbing cock gently in my mouth and let His orgasm subside. Then I'd kiss and lick His balls, feeling Him gasp and moan with pleasure. When He began to recover His composure I'd slip His cock in my mouth again and repeat the process.

One afternoon in the living room, while watching an X-rated video on the VCR, I kept teasing Him to the brink of orgasm and then holding back. I kept His cock erect for over two hours before up [missing text].