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A Conversation With Master
Intro
She walked just inside the room, stopped, and slipped her green silk robe from her shoulders. It fell to ground and pooled around her feet. I watched over the top of my newspaper as the dark hair beauty gracefully floated across the room towards me. I couldn’t help but notice the way her tanned sexy hips swayed from side to side, and how the slight chill in the room brought little goosebumps to her skin and hardened her caramel color nipples atop lush supple breasts. She always asked me if I kept the room cool on purpose, but I never gave her an answer. I suspected that she knew it already.
Stopping in front of me, she sunk to her knees. I pretended not to be interested as she adjusted her position, spreading her thighs wide and folding her arms behind her. She arched her back and thrust her full heavy breast forward, silently begging for a touch, a tease, anything.
She knelt there, eyes lowered to the floor, her head held high, proudly displaying the piece of leather wrapped around her neck, the symbol of ownership she worked so hard to earn.
For a long while she kept still, unmoving, perfectly holding her posture and presentation just as she had been taught. The seconds felt like hours. I shifted in my chair, and from behind my wall of type print and scribbled pictures, I saw a small smile form on her luscious lips. She knew I was watching. She knew me too well.
How long would I torment her, how long would I deny her the touch she so longed for? Would tonight be a night of sweet caress and teasing touches, or would I write a symphony of pain across her silky flesh, making her throat ache with a song of whimpers and cries. I knew her well, and a scribbling in her journal some time ago confirmed it.
“Good evening kitten”
“Good evening Master,” she purred back. She raised her eyes, for the first time looking into mine. I patted my lap and she crawled over, climbed up and curled against me. She rested her side against my chest, wrapping one arm around my neck, draping her legs across my lap. Her other hand found the top of my jeans and toyed with the button. She knew better than to go further without my permission. I, of course, teased her lips with soft kisses as I pinched and tugged her nipples, feeling them harden even further in my fingers.
She purred happily as we talked of each others day, and the naughty thoughts that plagued her mind while she was busily toiling away at her desk job. It was her next question that drew me from my devious delights of what I would do tonight.
“Do you ever think about how far we come.. about how we got together?”
My fingertips glided over the tops of her breast, my eyes starring deep into the beautiful brown orbs that starred back.
“I do…that was years ago.”
Chapter 1: The First Time
The club was unusually busy for a Saturday night. Hundreds of people packed the now seemingly popular, Leather N’ Lace club. I parked my car nearby, walked up, paid my cover charge and went in.
The club was filled with faces, some familiar, some not. I found a group of friends and we all shared some laughs before mingling with the other folks. We floated from crowd to crowd, making small talk and catching up on recent events. Several hearty hand shakes, three conversations and two drinks later, I found myself in the back of the club watching several couples scene. The bare smack of leather upon flesh and the erratic cries of the bound gorgeous submissives were simply intoxicating. I found an unused semi-shadowed corner and leaned against the wall, enjoying the splendid performance of love, lust and carnival desire.
Across the room, I spotted a devilish little vixen, looking my way. She was talking with a group of leather clad women, discussing who knows what. She flashed me one of those “come fuck me” smiles. I smiled back. She was a hot little number, her thigh high leather boots were wrapped around a long, gorgeous, slender pair of legs. She wore a leather corset, giving her that seductive hourglass figure, and the hint of cleavage spilling out over the top. Her full round breasts didn’t match her petite frame. She had long dark hair highlighted with hints of red. It matched the color of her cute frilly panties and her full sexy lips. She was the same delicious dish that just 20 minutes ago was bent over a bench getting worked over by one of the strapping you men that also frequented the club.
She sauntered over, grabbed my hand and slapped it on her ass.
“Pretty hot huh,” she said teasingly in my ear. “Did you enjoy watching me get my ass beat?”
I slide my hand to her waist, pulled her close, my lips brushed across her ear, whispering “Absolutely” across her flushed flesh. She trembled just a bit and giggled. She slowly turned around and pulled my arms around her waist. Her back leaned against my chest, her hips moving in time with the music that filled the air. I could feel the heat radiating off her reddened cheeks.
My hand snaked up her body, slipping over her corset, teasing the tops of her breast. I could feel her heavy breathing, and her heart beating wildly. Then ever so slowly, I tilted her head up, leaned down and kissed those oh so sexy lips. She moaned, pressed into me, kissing me back.
“I bet your name is trouble… “ I said as I pulled back slightly.
“MmmmmHmmm,” she moaned back, spun around to face me and stared deeply into my eyes, “ and you have to be pure evil.”
“Oh no, I’m the good guy.”
“Uh huh, it’s the ‘good’ ones that hide the sadistic side.” She said, I couldn’t help but chuckle. Was she guessing, or did she know more than she let onto. If the eyes truly are the windows to the soul, I wonder how much she could see through mine. “So what’s your name?”
I hesitated a moment. “Tom,” I answered with a sly smile.
“And what a sexy devil you are,” she answered as she leaned against me, and looked up at me with the most beautiful brown eyes. “I’m Marilyn, pleased to meet you.”
“Oh no, the pleasure’s all mine, “ I teased back. I slid my hands down and squeezed her ass. She cooed a little and I gave her ass a little smack.
“MMm…. More. Spank me.” She wiggled under my touch.
“More?” I chuckled, “ hmmm…trying to top from the bottom?”
“No sir, I was just…” another smack on her bottom shut her up quickly and I knew by her playful little pout she was quite enjoying it. If I hadn’t been paying close attention to the girl, I would have missed her next words. Her plead was low, almost a whisper, and very hard to hear over the thumping speakers.
“Please sir, let’s play.”
“I don’t know.” I teased her again.
“Please… I want…” her words trailed off as she leaned up, her eyes drifting closed as her lips seeking a kiss from mine. Her hands curled into fists against my shirt, pulling me closer to her.
“Horny lil slut aren’t you… I bet you say that to all the guys.”
“No sir.” She whimpered.
“Maybe.. if you behave yourself.” I chuckled. I didn’t know this sexy beast and here she was, begging for me.
I took her by the hand and led her over to the lounge area. I sat down, pulling her into my lap. We talked of each others’ day, what we had in common and who we knew.. and still had to meet. Then she said something that really caught my attention. She had been watching me for weeks. Marilyn told me how she first saw me with my ex-girlfriend.. and after she found out we split up, she went around asking about me. She said the more she heard, the more she wanted to meet me, but was a little nervous to say anything, until tonight.
Our conversation deepened. We talked for hours, moving from former sexual conquests to personal style and onto likes and dislikes. Then again, she begged for a bit of play time.
“Please Sir, use me.. “ she whimpered, guiding my hand up her thigh and over her panties. “You make me so wet.. I need you.”
“You don’t even know me.” I told her.
“I’m willing to learn Sir.”
“What if I’m some kind of stalker?”
“You’re not.. I checked around. I used to watch how you were with your ex.. and your friends speak so highly of you Sir.”
“Seems like you did your homework.”
“I did.. I really want you.. please… please…pl-“
“Sure you’re up to it?” she nodded and I took her by the hand, leading her over to an unused section of the club’s play room. It was getting late and the place wasn’t as busy as it once was. Most of the patrons floated about, talking and perusing the small inside shop’s fine display of floggers, canes, crops and other interesting assortments of toys. We spent a few moments talking, what safe word she would use. I could tell she was nervous over what she got into.
“Strip and face the wall.”
She removed her clothing and set them aside. Taking a step forward, she reached up placed her hands on the cool hard surface, stretching out her arms to shoulder width.
I stepped up behind her, my fingers gliding over the still pink twin globes of her ass and probed at her sex. She jumped slightly at my first touch She was so wet and I had barely touched her. Stepping back, I picked up my flogger from the floor and began.
The slap of leather against her back was soft at first, teasing, warming her up for what was to come. First one side, then the other, each growing harder than the previous. Her head hung down, and she gasped as the leather kissed her flesh over and over, harder and harder. Her gasps turned to cries as the tails crisscrossed her back, turning her skin and angry shade of red. She shut her eyes as the flogger fell against her over and over. The sounds loud in my ears.
I kept going, putting more and more into each swing, drawing out a louder response from her. Each swing brought her to her toes as she arched her away, only to come back for more. The swings switched, some sideways some up and down, always keeping her wondering where the next would come from.
Stopping for a second, I stepped closer, my hand slid between her legs, finding her pussy and cupping it in my hand. Her juices dripped out like some overripe fruit. She pressed her head into her shoulder… her cries morphed into long drawn out moans as she rubbed her hips back and forth. I’ll let her have that…for now.
Marilyn stood there, hands plastered to the wall, hips rolling back and forth against my hand. It wasn’t long before she began begging over and over for the release her body sought. I moved away from her, she whimpered at the loss of the touched and began pleading for more. I could tell she was close to cumming. Her pleas rushed out between heavy breaths.
“Oh please sir… please…”
“Not yet..” I chuckled as I picked up a paddle. I reached down with my free hand, giving her ass a little rub. She pressed her ass back against my hand, wiggling slowly back and forth. Then I started in with the paddle. Smack.. smack.. smack. There was no warm up this time.
“Ughhh…thank you sir.” She cried. Marilyn jumped with each blow, her open mouthed cries echoed off the walls. Her ass soon joined her back in and angry red shade.
After her paddling, I put the wooden instrument aside, and slid my hand back between her legs, my fingers easily slipped inside her. God, she was so wet. She let out a long ragged moan. Her legs trembled to keep her up as she panted hard against the wall as my fingers pumped in and out of her slick sex. Immediately, she began begging again.
“Please… please… sir, please.” She managed to get out from inbetween little cries of pleasure. Her body stiffened, I could tell she was right on the edge. I reached up, running my fingers through her hair, making a fist and pushing her body against the cool wall. I could feel her tighten around my fingers, and it took one word to put her over the edge.
“Now, “ I said as I pulled her head back.. my fingers still buried inside her. That was all it took to push her into the pools of pleasure. Her hips bucked against my hand as her body shook. Her legs closed tightly around my hand, I hand to let go of her hair and wrap my arm around her waist to hold her up.
Slowly she calmed down and turned around to face me as my fingers slipped out of her. Her arms wound around my neck, and her eyes drifted shut as she leaned against me.
“Thank you, sir..”she panted. “You’re welcome.”
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