Opening Up

I undressed my Master and hung up His suit. I stripped for Him while He sat in the chair watching. I folded my dress and placed it in the hammer. Once I was completely undressed I went to where He was seated and knelt in front of Him, my knees spread without my feet touching together, just as He instructed me our first night together not so long ago. My hair and makeup was still as it had been from earlier that evening.

Kneeling in front of Him, waiting for His touch can seem like forever, but then His hands will stroke my cheek, or smooth a hair back into place, or any other action can occur, and it’s like heaven. My skin will tingle and I can feel all the physical changes throughout my entire body. Every single sense I have be it sight, smell, and hearing seems sharper and almost charged from His energy. The wait is over with a single touch, a single action. That is when I realize that no, time hasn’t stood still, it has only dragged, time only comes to halt when Master and I are in tune with other.

I looked up at where He sat. He was studying me, I wanted to ask if there was something I could do or what His desires were for the night, but there was something in His eyes that night that said to remain silent as I sat before Him.

Minutes clicked away, as we sat silently, then He stood and I could see that He was already half erect. He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my face upward, “little one, I don’t want you to hide anything, and that includes My scent, I own You, I own ALL of you, do you understand? Those breasts, Mine! That wet pussy, Mine! The cries, moans and screams you have hiding inside of you, Mine! And little one, that scent this afternoon, Mine! And I don’t like anything of Mine hidden unless I tell you to, understood?”

I swallowed hard and answered clearly, “Yes, Sir, understood. Please forgive me, I just didn’t …” I stopped, I didn’t what? I didn’t want to be embarrassed? If I said that I would only add fuel to a smoldering fire that was beginning. I didn’t think? Surely, if I said that this night would take a drastic turn. All of what I could say to finish that sentence would be what it was, excuses. And yes, sometimes an excuse is necessary, but not now, now it was only important to apologize and recognize what He wanted from this day forward.

“You just didn’t what, little one?”

Looking up at Him, I spoke softly, “Nothing Sir, I didn’t understand before, but I see now and I apologize if You were disappointed and I promise I will remember from here on out You don’t like me to hide anything.”

“Good girl. Now tell me, how was not hiding tonight? Did you enjoy being a slut in My car, letting those truck drivers in on your little show? I just wonder if any of them could have guessed from their ring side seats just how much a slut you can be? I wonder if they might have a hint a glimmer of insight how you spent last night trying to fit your own fist in that wet pussy. I sat there in that hotel room thinking about your scent, the way you looked, your body and how it moves.

Yes little one, I could smell you even though we were states away from each other. The whole trip home on the plane I thought about what you could be doing, as I always do, wondering whether My toy is Squirming in her seat thinking of Me. Knowing My toy is a good girl. Obeying My written and verbal words with no question. In a manner only a true submissive can do. Knowing her actions please her Master. Wanting in every fiber of her being to be as I wish. As I know she is listless and wanting. I give her tasks to follow thru on knowing she may at any point be subject to scrutiny. Knowing her actions may cause humility and possible embarrassment. But ask it of her anyway, knowing her feelings for Me. Also knowing she loves the thrill. Do as I say My pet and rewards will be plenty. And always remember how it felt. as I will ask you!!!”

Swallowing hard I can only manage to whisper, “yes, Sir.”

“So little one, answer please, how did it feel NOT to hide tonight?”

I had lowered my head for just a moment, I felt as if I would cry at any moment, I knew He required an answer to His question, but sometimes feelings can be so overwhelming they are hard to relate.

I picked up my head again and looked at Him, the tears I had thought I could swallow back began to flow as I realized in looking into His eyes that the experience had made me feel exhilarated and alive. I had only been marginally scared at best. But the thrill of pleasing Him, the desire to surrender to His needs were what keeps me feeling the way I do. Being embarrassed is only for a mere moment in time, submissive pride and pleasure is living a lifetime in a moment. I spoke those words as I looked into His eyes, never blinking back the tears, letting them to freely flow over my cheeks, no hiding them, no denying what is His.

I watched as my Master’s face softened, He inhaled deeply and placed His hands on each side of my face as He leaned forward from His seat and pulled me to Him kissing me passionately.

“Okay, little one, you need to go and take care of potty needs while I get a few things ready for your treat tonight. So go on, and then hurry back to Me.”

Doing as I was told and then returning, I found that Master had put down a couple of towels on the bed, He had the bottle of lube closer to where He sat on the edge of the bed, a few dildo’s and vibrators, rope, clothespins and a blindfold.

Master stood as soon as I reentered the room, in His hand He held a section of rope, doubled in half. He didn’t speak as He stepped behind me while placing the doubled rope across the top of my breasts and fed the ends of the rope through the end that had formed a loop. He continued wrapping the rope over my arms, pinning them to my sides and back around to the back. Now I had eight strands of rope across the tops of my breasts and now under them as well. He tied it in the back making it secure and having me feel like I couldn’t move the tops of my arms at all.

With a second piece of rope He doubled it as He had the first rope, and He placed the loop under the bottom eight strands and brought the ends through the loop and pulled it taunt. He then brought the rope up between my breasts and ran it under the top eight wraps of rope that encircled my upper breast, pulling it downward to make each set of the eight strands cinched in the center, then separating the ends and bringing them over my shoulder in the back and tying the ends to secure, making a bra harness that made my breasts feel tingly, tight and very sensitive.

Master knows my great love for rope so as soon I felt the first rope being placed around me my mind began to float. His fingertips played lightly over each tight breast, making my now extremely sensitive nipples even harder than I thought possible. I moaned softly and closed my eyes as He teased His fingers and then His tongue over both breasts and nipples. I was told to open my eyes again and look in the mirror, I so surprised to see the tweezer style clamps pinching each nipple, I hadn’t even realized He had put them on.

I shivered as I looked into the mirror, the rope looked so wonderful lying against my skin, pinning my upper arms down against my sides. Master guided me towards the bed and I sat down. He helped me to scoot to the center of the bed and placed a pillow under my head.

With a third rope which He doubled like the other two, Master bent my right leg so that He could wrap it above my knee firmly securing my leg in a bent position with the rope running above and below the knee. Tying a knot to hold it securely and allowing the ends to dangle away towards the side of the bed. With the last piece of rope He did the same to my left leg.

After both ties were finished on each leg, Master pulled the loose ends of the rope tight and down over the side of the bed and securing each side to the bed frame. I was now immobilized. I couldn’t close my legs or straighten them out. My arms firmly in place, and even though I could move my hands, I had no where to move them to. I was now open and vulnerable to His every whim.

Master watched me a few minutes, He smiled as He spoke for the first time since He picked up the first piece of rope. “little one, you look so beautiful like this, so open and vulnerable, so at My mercy. Your pussy already wet and dripping…”

I blushed as His words painted the picture of a dripping wanton slut. His words teased and were aimed as precisely as His skilled hands uses a flogger against my back. Within minutes His words struck out and landed just as easy as if He were paddling the cheeks of my rear whenever I lay across His knees. Each word used as a new blow to heighten every sensation I could possibly experience.

He lay beside me on His side, His hands teasing as He talked softly, using an arsenal of tantalizing fantasies He had strung together by using my interest list He had me to complete while He had been away. Things that I had never told to another living soul, things that made me feel a heated blush of embarrassment to admit. Master is the most accomplished individual who has ever found a way to use a form of humiliation play with me. He doesn’t use it to tear away or at the psyche but to enhance and draw out my deepest desires.

Soon after He had laid beside me using His fingertips and words to tease and make my mind whirl with wicked thoughts He picked up a vibrating bullet and began to run it along the slick slit of my pussy. Sliding it back and forth from my ass to my clit, methodically slow and soft, building a need in me that would explode and have me to the point begging from the aching need He carefully constructs. But before I can reach that point of begging, He stops and changes or adds new stimulation.

He added clothespins to my tight breasts, I could feel myself beginning to sweat. My pussy ached to be taken, my mind was reeling with different sensations. He moved and positioned Himself between my legs, I looked deep into His eyes and I had to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from pleading when I saw the blindfold in His hand. I wanted to see Him, but I also knew that with sight gone the sensations would grow more intense and all of my body would be like one sensuous nerve ending. So instead of begging no, I simply calmed my breathing and lifted my head off the pillow and shivered as He lowered it over my eyes, dousing me into total darkness.

I lost track of time at that point, I have no idea how long or how many times I was brought to the edge of a massive orgasm, but I know He pulled out every stop that night to make sure I was a withering submissive slut. I felt small dildos graduate to larger ones, only to roll into feeling wax dripping and then nothing for several minutes. Being left alone my mind wondered to where He was and what He was going to do. At one point during the silence and feeling nothing I thought I heard His breathing. But I wasn’t sure if I had or if it had been wishful thinking for His return. Then I felt something warm dripping onto my face, my body jerked at first thinking of the hot wax He had dripped, but I quickly calmed myself by knowing He would never go there with hot wax. The warm splatters landed so fast and heavy…I had to know, and as a drop fell onto my lips I licked at it with instinct. The taste of my Master’s cum made me moan, I wanted more but He had been careful to only allow that one drop to fall against my mouth. I knew in a heartbeat that He meant for me to endure the rest of the evening wearing His cum across my face.

I started to whimper softly, I wanted Him so much, I could feel His cum cooling on my face, it tickled as some of it dribbled to the sides, I tried a few times to move my head to try to guide the way it would flow, trying to get it to run towards my mouth so I could taste more of Him. This made my Master chuckle and call me a little cum slut just before I felt His tongue attack my aching clit.

Oh God His tongue felt so wonderful, and I suddenly was very aware that I couldn’t use my hands. I wanted to pull Him to me, just to touch Him, but I couldn’t. The want only made each sensation of His licking tongue all the more intense. I squirmed as much as I could caught in the rope as I was. But then I settled back against the bed as the first of His fingers teased it’s way inside my aching pussy.

His tongue and lips pulled and licked at my hard clit, His finger curling and wiggling inside, I wanted to cum, needed to so badly, but He kept me on the edge and was carefully keeping me there. I was growing wetter and wetter, I could feel it running down and over the crack of my ass. I shivered and prayed silently He wouldn’t go there tonight. I have never been able to adjust to the thought of anything anal being pleasurable. A second finger entering my pussy quickly brought me back from the unpleasant fleeting thought.

Just as I had adjusted to the second finger He added a third and I squirmed feeling stretched. In and out His fingers worked, curling inside of me, teasing my g-spot. I remembered the night He had me to use my own fist and that hard urge I felt, I began to plead and beg.

“Please, oh God please Master, please, I need to cum, please may I cum, Sir!” I pleaded over and over.

Master lifted His head and ordered me, “Cum, little one, cum to Me NOW!”

My body tensed in the tightly wrapped ropes, I cried out as I felt myself let go, I shivered and trembled for what seemed like forever before the sensations calmed enough for Him to continue. He held His fingers in place and allowed that intense overcharged sensitivity you get after cumming to subside.

I felt the coolness of lube against the heat of my own cum. The fourth finger was added and I moaned aloud so hard I think I not only surprised myself, but Master as well.

“You’re ok, little one. Just listen to my voice and relax for me.” He spoke so soft and yet firm and calm. Over and over He told me to listen to His voice and relax, let myself go He said, let myself open up to Him.

My pussy was sending conflicting messages, it ached from need and it ached from being stretched as far as it ever had been. He twisted His fingers back and forth, it hurt but it was a type of hurt that felt so good you didn’t want it to ever stop.

I felt more lube being added and His thumb was pressing against my clit before I felt Him pull it towards the other four fingers He was using to fuck me with, the vibrating bullet on low was now back and hummed sweetly against my throbbing clit.

Minutes seem to turn into hours as He held His hand there, twisting and grinding, trying to push slowly into me.

“Relax baby, come on, you can do this for me.” The vibration seemed to disappear for a minute and then the blindfold was being taken away from my eyes. I could see my Master between my legs, He had laid the bullet aside long enough to take off the blindfold.

“That’s it doll, come on, look into My eyes, watch My eyes, baby, relax.” I felt His hand pushing harder, still twisting. It hurt, and I realized that the room was no longer silent and it no longer was just His voice I was hearing. My own voice crying and pleading incoherently filled the room. I tried so hard to calm my own sounds but I wanted and needed to cum, I wanted and needed Him to stop, it hurt, and I was scared. The urges to cum felt the same to me as an intense urge to pee.

“Little one!, shhhhh, listen to My voice, relax and open for Me baby.”

I was begging to cum, begging for Him to stop, I didn’t want to have an accident and pee on Him, the bad and ruin the entire experience. When He asked me about stopping, He asked if I wanted to use my safe word. I rolled my head back and forth, I didn’t want to stop but the feelings were so intense and\I was scared.

“What is it little one? Why do you keep saying you’re scared?” He started to pull His hand away and I begged again to cum, and to please don’t stop. His hand pushed forward a little again and suddenly I went still, the cries that had filled the room seem to roll together as my pussy opened up and His hand slid inside. He didn’t need to say it, He just nodded and the tears rolled from my eyes as I felt everything just sort of explode from me. His hand slowly rolled into a fist and rolled and rocked from side to side of me. I felt warm liquid spurting from my body and hitting against my thighs and I could see it splash against His arm. I cried harder but was cumming so hard I couldn’t form coherent words.

“That’s it baby, that’s it, keep cumming. Spray that cum everywhere for Me!”

I am not even sure when my Master’s hand left my body. I just remember Him holding me so close, the ropes were gone, His hands were sliding over the marks that each strand had left, the nipple clamps and pins were no longer pinching. Only His hands remained, calming and caressing.

No more screams, just sobs and His voice soothing and calming me.

I cried, He asked why the tears, and when I tried to explain He chuckled.

“My precious little one, you didn’t have an accident, “ He said calmly, you came so a hard for Me.”

Suddenly all was clear, remembering the times we had talked about female ejaculations, and how intense it could be. I wasn’t sure I liked it, it was a little frightening, but I figured, I’ll think on that later, right now I just want to lay here in His arms and love this Man with all I have.

“I love you, little one.” He said as He softly kissed my head.

“I love You Master…” I whispered back as I closed my eyes and drifted away.

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Thank you, for reading, I hope you enjoyed the story.

Ann ~True’s doll