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Driving to the airport she was glad it was a
bright, sunny day. The kind of day the Master liked. A curious coil
of fear tempered her joy as she turned into the terminal, looking for His
beloved form. She knew she faced an incredible love clouded with a
terrible anger. She was equally excited and terrified by both.
There he is. A tremendous surge of emotion
and arousal flooded her mind and body, and a brilliant smile burst on her
face. She thought briefly of her visit earlier that day with her elderly
parents. Seeing her Master standing
there, instantly filling her whole world, she contemplated her racist parents’
shock if they knew of her total adoration of this African American man. How she thrilled to see her pale hand
caressing his deep, rich, dark brown skin….
Snapping back to reality, she stopped and hopped
out of the car and rushed around to help with the bags. She looked up at
him, but he did not make eye contact, though a slight smile crossed his
face. The bags stowed, they got in the car and pulled away.
"I need to get something to
eat," he said abruptly. "Drive through that place we went
to right before I left last time." She drove on silently, subdued by
her Master's aloofness. She drove through the restaurant, ordering the food
he requested. She did not order anything. He ate some of the
sandwich as they drove on to her apartment, arriving there less than 15 minutes
later.
He carried one of the bags up and she
followed. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, holding the door out
for him. She closed the door.
"Suzanne," he said. She
turned around and was immediately struck hard across the face.
"Don't. EVER. Fuck. With.
"Yes Sir," she replied quietly.
He struck her again, on the other cheek.
"Do you?"
Instead of speaking she fell down on her knees
and kissed the top of each of his shoes. She went to put her arms around
his legs and he abruptly walked away.
"Finish getting ready and take your
place."
She got up quickly and did just that. When
she came out of the bedroom he was sitting on the sofa in his usual spot, naked
with his stick across his knees. She wanted to run to him and cover him
with kisses and take his cock into her mouth. But she knew she should
not. She started to shake a little as she approached and knelt on the
large black pillow in front of him.
"Take that pillow away. You don't
deserve it."
She leaned back and removed the pillow, setting
it aside. She resumed kneeling, head bowed, staring at his feet.
"Look at me."
She raised her head and was greeted with two
hard slaps, one on each cheek.
"Don't EVER send me an email, or a text
message, or a voice mail or make a phone call telling me you are leaving
me. You simply do not have the right. I OWN you. My car does not
drive away on its own. My clothes don't get up
and walk off. You are just as they are, my
possession."
"I don't ever want to hear how you feel,
what you think or what you want. I will tell you what to feel. I
will tell you what you want. I will tell you what to think. Is that
clear?"
"Yes Sir," she
choked out the words, trying not to cry.
"Don't start crying because I am just
getting started." He grabbed her hair at the back of her head and
forced her head up to look at him. "I guarantee you that you will
never forget this day. Nor will you ever repeat the behaviors of the
recent weeks. Now get on your hands and knees and put your face down on
that pillow."
She moved over and rested her forehead on the
pillow. She felt him climb over her, straddling her back facing her
feet. Immediately the first blow struck.
"One."
He continued delivering the strokes. He
had never given her more than twenty and she anticipated him stopping there. all the while crying out, squirming, wanting to submit
and desperately wanting to escape the intense pain. Then he continued
right past twenty. He clamped down on her with his legs as she struggled
to get away.
"Twenty-five."
Perhaps it's thirty because she had been
particularly bad to him recently. But he contined past thirty. She began to beg and
squirm violently, but he held her fast and continued.
"Thirty-nine,
forty."
Then he stopped. It was over. He got
up; she remained there, moaning and rocking back and forth.
"That was round one. There will be
two more just like it.
"I am going to lie down. Do not come
in there. Stay where you are until I come back out. You may use the
bathroom if you need it, otherwise you will keep your place." Then
he left the room, leaving her in shock. She rocked quietly, sobbing and
moaning softly until she fell asleep.
"Suzanne." Awakened by her
Master's voice she raised up and looked at him.
He was seated on the sofa once again, the stick at his side and his hand
resting lightly upon it.
"Get me in your mouth." She
crawled over quickly and eagerly took his rock hard erection into her
throat. He immediately moved forward and began to thrust forcefully into
her face, grabbing her by the hair. He came within minutes and pulled out
of her mouth. She was shocked and disappointed at the briefness of the
encounter. He apparently gave her this pleasure only for the minimum time
necessary to satisfy his need. But this brief intimacy encouraged her and she
reached out to caress his thigh. The stick came out swiftly and
smacked her hand, which she quickly withdrew.
"Put your face in that pillow."
She hesitated briefly then hurried over and assumed the position, shaking, with
the tears already flowing from her eyes. As before he climbed onto her
and immediately began his discipline.
"One." She buried her
face deep in the pillow to muffle her terrible scream at the unbelievable pain
of the first blow. Surely it would not be 40 she thought. He knows i cannot handle it. "Two." She cried
out and began to beg and aggressively try to get away. He held her fast
and continued. Past ten, past twenty. It
took all his strength to subdue and control her frantic body. He was
careful to vary the places where he struck, not wanting to break the
skin. He noted with satisfaction the large welts and the areas of
purpling on her ass.
"Twenty-five...thirty..." She lay
exhausted unable to struggle any more and simply cried and begged and pleaded
for mercy.
"Thirty-nine...forty." As before he got
up off of her and stood over her. She moaned and rocked in place, saying
over and over again, i'm sorry, i'm
sorry.
"I'm sure you are." She asked if
he would please hold her for a moment.
"No. I am going to lay
down. Do not come into the bedroom. Use the bathroom if you need
it, otherwise keep your place."
After he had been gone for a few minutes she
realized she really needed to pee. She got up slowly, grimacing and
groaning at the intense pain and burning of her flesh. Every step renewed
the pain. She took mincing steps on tiptoe to minimize the impact on the
muscles of her backside. Once in the bathroom she stared at the toilet
and realized there was no way she could sit down. She straddled the bowl
and relieved herself that way. She longed to take an ice cold shower, but
she had not been given permission, so she dared not.
She stopped at the closed bedroom door, longing
to lie down next to him, to have him look at her with approval. But she
continued into the living room, assuming her place. And then a strange
thing happened. She felt herself smile as a thought came into her mind. She
began to feel glad somehow at having endured the beatings, submitted to
him. She felt the beginnings of a new, deeper bond with her Master.
But this fledgling joy was short-lived as the terror of round three entered her
mind. She forced the thought out of her mind. After a short time
she fell asleep.
"Suzanne." She heard her name as
if in a dream. When she heard it a second time, louder, she opened her
eyes and saw him sitting there as before. A slow panic rose up from her
guts and she began to shake and tears filled her eyes. She watched as if
in slow motion as he reached over to the armrest and picked up the stick that
lay there. "No, please..." she whispered and began to cry
louder.
"Put your face in the pillow."
Her mind screamed for her to get away, run away. Go into the bathroom and
lock the door....Then he was on her and the first blow struck.
"One."
He was momentarily shocked at the force with
which she bucked up against him. He planted himself more firmly and
continued. He began to strike lower down on her thighs, avoided severely
damaged areas, careful not to break the skin. Her screams and cries fell
on deaf ears as he continued, determined to mete out the full measure of his
discipline. He wanted to make absolutely sure that she would never, ever
forget.
Ten...twenty....twenty-five. Suzanne's mind
began to drift as the pain became intolerable and was replaced with a kind of
soft buzzing feeling. She imagined he was caressing her and focussed
on that thought...
"Thirty-nine...forty." After delivering
the last blow he flung the stick across the room hitting the wall. He got
up and sat on the sofa.
"Come here." Dazed, she looked
over at him and slowly began to move, crawling to him. He reached out his
hands and took her face between them. He guided her to his cock which she
pulled hungrily inside her mouth and began to suck. Her hands caressed
his chest, stomach and thighs. She moaned with pleasure as she sucked,
licked and kissed his cock and his balls. She licked lower under his balls
and down hoping he would offer his asshole to be licked. Which he did. She tasted the delectable hole as
passion surged through her like a tidal wave, licking and kissing this most
intimate place on his body. He guided her back slowly and she licked him
below his balls, all over his balls, briefly
sucking the right and the left and continuing on to his impossibly hard
erection. Her pussy was throbbing and dripping wet. The pain and
burning of her ass was joined by a pleasurable twitching and flexing of her
asshole. She longed for him to fuck her there, but feared how painful it
would be. She still wanted it more than anything.
She felt his excitement grow as he pulsed
himself into her mouth and throat. Her orgasm exploded in her with a
surprising surge in the muscles that ached from the beating. She cried
out in deep pleasure now, shaking from the intense sensation.
"Turn that big ass around." She
turned around, anxious and exhilirated. He came
behind her and entered her pussy, sending shock waves of pain and pleasure
through her. She came within seconds, also crying out from the pain of
impact with her very sore backside. Then he withdrew and spread her
cheeks, causing her to cry out in pain. He entered her then and began to
pulse inside her. The pain was there, but the pleasure intense. To
her surprise she found herself pushing up against him as she always did,
wanting the most of him, oblivious to the pain. Orgasm after orgasm rocked her
as he rode her. She looked up into the mirror in front of her to see his powerful
dark form atop her, possessing her, filling her with extreme joy and doubling
her lust for him. After a time he pulled out of her and
sat back on the sofa. She crawled over to him and drew his wet
cock inside her mouth, sucking with pleasure and satisfaction, caressing his
body with her hands. She felt his excitement grow as he pulsed his cock into her mouth, grabbing her by the
hair. He came exploding into her, pumping for what seemed a very long
time his essence down her throat.
He pulled himself out of her mouth and she lay her cheek on his thigh. He put his hand on her
head and she sighed contentedly...
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