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This is the story of Master T and me. Master T and I had been together for over ten years and married for 8. We shared a pretty normal sex life, which over time got a little boring. It was several years ago that we discovered BDSM on the internet. My curiosity slowly got the better of me and before I knew it we were watching Bondage movies and I was reading all the stories I could get my hands on. I never had any intention of trying anything I read about, but eventually after all my research I got horny thinking about some of what I read about being done to me.
Master T and I started small with the BDSM. We made a whip from rope. We experimented a little bit with the whip and some role play. It turned me on more than I wanted to admit. It seemed wrong. Master T struggled with the morals of it longer than I did. He felt he was being abusive and that he would hurt me. We had many fights because sexually I felt frustrated. He would have been happy with vanilla sex, but for me, once I got a taste of Kink, I wanted more.
Eventually I bought some clothespins, and some rope and a few sex toys. The first time we put clothespins on my nipples, I thought I was going to die from the pain. But I also wasn’t turned on at the time. Little by little, I started using them when I would masturbate, and over time I grew to love and hate having my nipples pinched tight. I experimented with leaving them on different lengths of time and tightness or position. The best is when my nipple is pinched off, leaving enough exposed to have Master T suck or pinch the tips. Over time Master T became more aroused while torturing my tits, which paved the way for the sex we now share.
Master T and I live a vanilla life most of the time, only our sex life contains BDSM. We don’t live in a D’s relationship, nor do our families know that our sex life is far from vanilla. Over time as we played with BDSM a little more, Master T stopped seeing it as abuse, especially when he could see how much I was turned on by it. Below is one of the favorite weekends that I spent as Master T’s sex slave.
Friday morning when the alarm went off, I was sleepy and didn’t want to get up. That last day of work each week always gets me. As I lay in bed trying to enjoy my last snooze, Master T rolls over to spoon it with me. He whispers in my ear, “Seeing as we both have the weekend off, and no plans for a change, you are going to be my slave slut all weekend. We will start tonight.” His voice was sexy and authoritative and I was getting wet just thinking about what was to come. He continued, “You will make sure you are home before me. You are to take a shower, shave your legs, pits and that horny cunt for me. I want you clean and bare, do you understand me?”
“Yes Master T,” I said, getting into my slut role.
“You will then lie in bed and watch a BDSM movie or read stories. You will be naked and you will not touch your nipples or that hungry cunt under any circumstances. I merely want you to get horny and be ready for when I get home and ravish you. Do you understand?”
“I understand Master T. I am to be naked, shaved, clean and getting myself aroused with videos or stories, but NO touching.”
“That’s right slut, because I am going to drill the point home that your slutty body belongs to me, and one way to do that is to not allow you any access to it unless I give the ok.” As he spoke, he started pinching a nipple with one hand and fondling my clit with the other hand. I was moaning and horny as hell. I wished he would fuck me right then. “You will learn that this fucking cunt belongs to me, it feels pleasure when I want it to, or it feels pain when I want it to.” With that he used his hand to slap my cunt hard five times, then resumed touching my clit. “You will also be reminded over the weekend that these fucking big tits and these hard nipples are mine. I will do with them whatever I want, and you have no say. If I want to clamp them, or bite them, or whip them, or suck them off, I will. I don’t care if it hurts, because I fucking love it when you take pain for me slut.” With that he started pinching and twisting my nipples very hard. I was squirming because it hurt, but also because I wanted him to fuck me so badly.
“I will also be reminding you that this slutty mouth belongs to me. Your fuckhole mouth is mine, to fuck as I see fit. You can bet that my hard cock will be spending a lot of time this weekend buried in your throat and fucking you there like I do your cunt.” With that said he removed his hand from my pussy and shoved three fingers into my mouth, pushing them back to my throat, and then pushed them in and out for a few minutes. I was gagging a little because he was pushing so far back. “That’s right slut, gag. Later you’ll be gagging on my hard cock. You can’t wait can you?”
“No Master T, your slut can’t wait to gag on your cock. Please give it to me now.”
“What a slut you are, so horny that you are begging me to fuck your throat right now. I don’t think so slut, but make sure you spend the day at work dreaming of having that mouth around my cock.”
He stopped touching me and motioned for me to roll over to my stomach. I obeyed and next thing I knew his hands were grabbing my ass cheeks and he was spreading them apart. Then I felt his finger around my asshole. He spit on his finger and started using it to open my asshole, pushing it in a little at a time. “Slut, you will also be reminded that even this fucking hole in your ass belongs to me. I own your fucking ass slut, and I intend to make your ass pay its dues by fucking it hard and plugging it when it is not in use. That’s right; I am going to ream your ass harder than I ever have before, just to show you that I own it.”
“Please Master T, please fuck me.” I was moaning and begging, and horny as hell. “Please fuck your slut, please. Oh God, I need you so badly. Please please please fuck your slut.”
He laughed. “Now slut, do you really think I would fuck any of these holes of mine right now? I want you horny and on edge all day just thinking about my cock taking you in every orifice. I want your slutty pussy to be dripping every minute today and that hard clit to be pulsating and throbbing and aching to be touched. I want you so horny that tonight you will deny me nothing.” As he said that, he started spanking my ass. “While you sit on this ass today at work, I want to you think about how it will be spanked and paddled and fucking whipped hard several times this weekend. I want you to think about me whipping this pussy hard. I plan to whip your pussy harder and longer than I ever have, just because I can. I want you to think about sucking my cock, because any time you are not otherwise engaged, I just might having you kneeling between my legs, keeping my cock warm with your mouth. I want you to think about me tying those fucking huge tits up tight and whipping them until they bruise for me. You would like that, wouldn’t you slut, you love wearing a bruise for me, to remind you want a slut you are.
“Yes Master T,” I moaned. “I love it when you whip me till I bruise.”
He stopped touching me. “Get your slutty ass in the shower. Oh and by the way, you are not allowed to wear any panties to work today. Every time you go to the bathroom to pee today, you are to finger your clit quick and hard, to the point that you are ready to come, then you are to stop and wash your hands. Under no circumstances will you slip and have a fucking orgasm, and as soon as you get home, you won’t touch that slutty pussy again except to shave it.”
“I understand Master T. I will touch my clit every time I go pee, and I will think of all the things you are going to do to me, and I will be totally on edge all day.”
“That’s a good slut.”
After that we showered and got ready for work as if it were any other day. We didn’t speak another word about the weekend to come; we just made our normal small talk. We kissed each other goodbye and got into our cars and drove off. Master T knew that I would be his good slut this weekend, just like I knew that for the weekend he would be the Master I craved.
Work was torturous. I was horny and my clit ached all day. Touching my clit and bringing myself to the edge of cumming and stopping is so hard. Several times I could have just let myself go and have the orgasm I so craved, but deep down I knew that I could not disobey Master T so blatantly. I knew that he had a reason for wanting me to suffer. I knew that if I obeyed him that there would be a greater reward to come. I chose to trust my faith in Master T and not to disappoint him.
When I got home, I stripped and showered. I sat on the edge of the tub and lathered up my pussy with shaving cream and began the chore of shaving myself bald for him. I took care not to cut myself, but also to remove every last hair. I had learned that lesson well, when one time there were a few stray hairs and Master T pulled them out with the tweezers. That hurts like hell when it is being done on pussy hair.
After my shower, I settled into bed with my laptop and spent a short time watching sample videos and then started reading stories. By then I was so horny that I could come at any point with out even touching my clit. Each story made me want Master T more and more. By the time I heard him pull in the driveway, I knew that I was ready to be his slut. I was ready to have him take me to places of pleasure and pain that only he can. I was ready to deny him nothing; my body, mind and sole belonged to him. I was merely a slut owned by her Master and I would not have wanted to be anywhere else in the world.
I wanted to be the perfect little slut this weekend. I wanted to show my Master that there is nobody else in the world that I would ever want, and no one else that I would ever want to submit to, or share these kinky acts with. I wanted to be the best slut ever, to push myself harder, and to feel more pain than I have been able to, because the more pain, the more pleasure there is. When I am being hurt by my Master, it takes me to a place that I feel free, that even though it hurts, it feels so damn good too. It is a place where we connect and we are close and not many couples go together. It is a place where all of our stress or troubles just melt away, and we are both care free and happiest. It can also be described as sub space. I let my Master T take me there whenever I can. I relax enough to let myself go, and I trust him enough to take me there and yet bring me back to him.
I hear his steps walking through the downstairs, and them coming up the stairs. My heart is beating and my pussy is dripping and I am filled with so much excitement.
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