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Sooooooooo. First story. Be gentle.

Helpless and unaware of anything but slight noises the girl lay there.... She had no choice in the matter, she was His. Everyday, all day she served at His pleasure. For now, what He wanted was her gagged, blindfolded, and hogtied in the middle of His silky black sheets.

The feeling of the cool silk against her fevered skin, made her moan. She longed for His touch, for Him to caress her most secret of places. She moaned at the thought that He could now be watching her moan and squirm on His sheets, acting like the slut He always said she was...

She longed to lick and kiss His feet begging for Him to cool the need stirring in her belly. She whimpered at the thought of His calloused hands running along her smooth soft skin. She could almost feel His touch, His caress....

In her mind His hand was trailing along her inner thighs, leaving goosebumps wherever His hands went. With each imagined touch the girl grew wetter and more in need. Her whimpers and moaning became louder. She grew frenzied and began to squirm....

"Stop."

Then silence.

At His command the girl grew still and ashamed at her wanton behavior. In her mind she begged for forgiveness.... However all He could hear were her whines and whimpers.

"Slut! Be silent"

In the ensuing silence all the girl could do was wait with baited breathe as her Master decided her fate. The thought of being totally and completely at His mercy made her arousal drip down the insides of her legs. She was laying in a pool of her own juices.


When her Master saw this He sneered, "Dirty little slut aren't you? Moaning and whimpering like a filthy whore longing to be fucked senseless. Is that what you want? Your cunt to be fucked hard and fast? Used like you were nothing but a cheap dirty slut?"

At her answering moan and the obvious heat radiating from between her legs He smirked. Tonight the slut would be wholly His.

For her the silence was long and caused her need to become more pronounced. For Him, the sight of His property trussed up and waiting for him caused His cock to grow hard. For Him, the night was young and had yet to start. For His poor slut awaiting His ministrations, the night was already flying by.

He began to move towards the bed, with every footfall from His heavy boots the girl shivered. All she could think about was the way His hand felt on her naked body. How each touch leaves a trail of goosebumps and sends a jolt up her body. Everywhere she felt His touch heat radiated from that area. She couldn't help the moans that escaped from her gagged mouth.

It was funny actually, He grinned in the safety that the poor little slave was blindfolded. It was humorous that He had such an effect on the girl. Every touch, every step closer to her and He could smell the arousal, could feel the heat. He was flattered. But, past the sentimental feelings, a beast raged in Him. A beast that longed to be set free on the unsuspecting submissive bitch.

With care, He gently removed the gag from His girl's mouth. He held a straw to Her lips. "Suck slut. Can't have a dry mouth when you are sucking my cock now can you? You may answer yes or no."

"No Master."

"Good slut. Now I am going to untie you and you are going to be a good little girl and suck my cock right?"

"Oh yes Master, thank You Master!"

As soon as the rope was free of her body, the girl got to her knees and bowed her head.

"Please Master, may I have the honor of touching Your glorious cock with my mouth?"

"Mmm yes and if and only if you please me You will be granted a reward."

"Oh thank You Master!"

With permission now granted, the girl gladly took her Master's cock and licked the tip. The taste of the salty pre-cum leaking out of His cock excited the slut and she took His length in her mouth and swallowed time and time again. Licking the underside of His glorious cock. Sucking, nipping ever so slightly until a gush of warm salty cum landed on her tongue. Looking up at her Master she waited for permission to swallow.

He considered it for a moment, and nodded yes.

"You may swallow My cum whore"

She swallowed and after licking her lips placed her head at His feet and thanked Him the way all sluts thank any man for the generous gift of cum. She licked and kissed His boots clean. She knelt and awaited her instructions.

"So slut, you crave My touch? You long for the release I can give?"

She whimpered and moaned, "Yes Master, Please!"

The room was filled with an all too sudden whack as the submissive bitch was slapped full force in the face. "Did I give you permission to whine like the bitch you are?"

"No Master bu--"

Another thwack filled the air.

"Girl, if I wanted your excuses I would asked for one. Is that clear cunt?"

Silence filled the air, the girl simply bowed her head darting glances between her Master's feet and His cool harsh glare. After what seemed to be an eternity, her Master smirked and patted her head.

"What a good girl you are."

"Thank You Master."

For the rest of the time that Master and slave had, there would be no words spoken. No breathe wasted on petty words when breath could be better spent in screams. Her screams to be precise.

With silent commands no one but she could respond to He directed her to lay spread eagle on His bed. When she was in position He placed her arms above her head and tied them tightly to His headboard. Each of her legs was tied to the bed posts. Spread fully and tied tightly, the girl's Master fully appreciated the view His little subby slut gave Him.

With a flick of His wrist His pocket knife came uncovered. He traced the curve up her spine with the very tip of the knife, smiling softly as she, without realizing it arched softly into His touch. He began to trace randomly on her back focusing on the areas that made her moan and pant with need.


For her, the cool steal on her fevered skin sent goosebumps where the knife's edge touched the warm skin of her back. When her Master's hand traced the red lines the knife left on her pale skin, she edged and nearly came.

Each line left by the knife sent her deeper and deeper, until she was flying in space. She came almost every time the knife touched her skin now without even realizing it. When it was over, when her back was a mess of red lines and tiny trickles of blood, when all that she could manage to free from her throat were the hoarse moans she had been giving; It was then that her Master cuddled her.

Taking her in His arms and whispering sweet nothings to her. Reassuring her that she was still His good girl as she sobbed. She wept, not from sadness, but from the happiness a scene with her Maser always caused. It was on that note that the scene ended, the aftercare began and both Master and slave would look forward to the knife's edge.

quite exciting! please continue soon ...