MEETING MASTER ON-LINE
I read the e-mail several times, the part about a slave being a thinking person
was a bit strange but so be it. I printed out the additional material that was
sent and read through it several times before deciding that I would follow the
instructions, then contact him to see where it lead.
The material contained printed material and pictures of a nude female in six
different positions along with an explanation of each of them. She appeared to
be in her mid twenties with blonde hair in a French braid entwined with black
lacing. The braid was sticking out of a black hood that covered her entire head
with eye and nose holes but no opening for her mouth. She had small pert
breasts capped with pink nipples, a black collar around her neck and her pubic
area was shaved.
I studied the pictures of her posing, read the enclosed caption for each then
carefully reviewed each picture again noting the exact positions of her hands,
arms, head and feet. The captions explained that each position was numbered so
that a slave could memorize the number of each then move to the correct position
without further instructions.
The additional material contained a sample exercise plan to enhance your
flexibility, instructions on how to greet a master, clothing for the slave to
wear and proper terms for a slave's body parts. I read over the body part names
which didn't surprise me much except for the mouth that was called among other
things a suck hole and toilet. The suck hole was understood but toilet made me
shudder. The rest were what you'd expect such as cunt, fuck hole, ass hole,
shit hole, tits, utters, milk bags etc.
The clothing that a slave would wear, unless instructed otherwise, was a bit
different. Nothing sexy just a man's white dress shirt with the cuffs rolled up
two turns and the top four buttons left undone. It was quite explicit as to how
to iron the shirt, creases in the front and back, tailored with approximately 2"
of room at the waist so the slave could move comfortably in it to any position
required. In addition to the shirt white ankle socks were designated as
additional footwear. The shirt was to be hand laundered by the slave, as were
the socks, then ironed by the slave personally.
The slaves hair was to be in a single braid centered at the crown of the head
and entwined with a leather thong that was used to secure the end. Again the
instructions were extremely exacting as to how the braid was to be done as were
all the instructions provided.
I started reading the chapter on "Preparing To Meet An Owner". Again the
preparations were explicit as to what to do. First a shower and then inspection
to ensure all body hair was removed, finger and toenails cleaned and trimmed,
hair washed and conditioned, douche, three enema's to ensure cleanliness, teeth
brushed, hair properly styled as instructed with light makeup and pale lipstick,
no colored finger or toe nail polish was allowed, just clear lacquer.
To ensure the slave was ready for what ever was required the cunt and ass hole
had their own preparations. The slave was to properly lubricate their ass with
KY making sure it was well stretched and available for use with any excess
lubricate wiped from the outer area . This was to be achieved by inserting two
fingers up to the last knuckle or some other suitable instrument. The slave was
to make sure that the orifice was able to take this with little or no effort.
The slave's cunt was to be stimulated manually until sufficient arousal was
achieved to provide a well lubricated channel that was available for use upon
the master's entry. The two areas could be stimulated at the same time but the
manual stated the slave was not to cum unless authorized to by their
Master/Mistress.
The slave was to spend 30 minutes in warm up exercises to limber the muscles, 30
minutes reviewing study material and lastly 30 minutes in position 2
contemplating her duties to the master. Position 2 was sitting with the bottoms
of your feet touching, hands resting palms up, fingers together and naturally
curved with tips even with knees, elbows tucked in to your side, back straight,
shoulders back and chin level. As the caption stated this should be a relaxed
position, neither rigid or forced but held gracefully.
There was even instructions on how to get to the position. A slave was to stand
at attention which was position 1, lower herself down gracefully raising up to
the balls on her feet until the hands touched the ground. Then you were to sit
down, heels tucked as close to the ass as possible, then allow the legs to open
up and the soles of the feet to remain together as the legs opened like
butterfly wings. Then the hands were to be placed properly on thighs and the
feet centered with the slave's body. It also stated that a slave should be able
to remain in that position for several hours.
I started to try it and realized that the limbering up was required if you were
to do this with any kind of grace. I started to practice getting into position
2 while in front of the mirrored closet doors so I could tell if I was graceful
or not. After three times I decided that this was going to take a lot more
practice then I first thought.
Additional information related to a slave always using the third person when
addressing anyone, that a slave unless attending to someone specifically was to
keep her eyes roaming the room least someone require her assistance. A slave
was never to look a non-slave in the eyes unless told to and to be polite and
unobtrusive to all when not being used. Someone had gone to a lot of thought
about this material and having read it I knew I would have to think about
e-mailing him.
I mulled it over that night as I lay in bed my thoughts wondering over my past
and what I was really looking for. I hadn't found anyone on the net that was
remotely interesting except this person. As for my real life relationships
since Mary Beth's leaving I hadn't really had any sexual experience that excited
me as much as her or Miss Bess. I decided to start practicing the next day as
part of my normal workout routine.
I didn't e-mail back right away since I wanted to see if this was something that
I would stick to, assuming this wasn't someone's idea of having a good time at
my expense. The thought entered my mind that maybe this was just something he
did to amuse himself, having someone practice all these things and then never
contacting them again.
I spent the next week going through each position trying to move from one to the
other gracefully since the manual seemed to stress this point. I did find that
changing positions was tough on the thigh muscles but at least if this person
never contacted me again I was getting a good workout. I e-mailed him several
days before the dead line and waited.
I received a reply the next afternoon with some addition instructions. I was
provided two different days to make the appointment the upcoming weekend, either
Friday or Saturday night. The only instruction as to what I was to do for the
meeting was that I was to "properly prepare" to meet him and be in position 2
when he logged on.
The second thing he wanted was for me to equip my P.C. with voice software along
with information on what software to purchase and the site address to meet him
at. I was only to contact him if I had problems with the hardware for my
computer except for choosing the day we were to meet. I purchased the required
equipment, tested it as best I could then confirmed the Saturday night
appointment via e-mail.
The 7:00 P.M. meeting time gave me time to prepare for him. I felt stupid but I
followed the instructions with showering and shaving my legs and home waxing the
rest of the hair on my pubis. It felt funny to have a naked pussy but it also
felt sexy so even if he didn't show I thought I'd keep it that way for awhile.
After completing all the instructions including the finger fucking of my pussy
and ass I was ready. I fully enjoyed that part of getting ready and had a HARD
time not cumming.
So there I was P.C. on sitting in position 2 trying to control my excitement and
watching the screen with a bit of dread. If he became to strange I knew I could
just disconnect but I was fearful that I would do or say something stupid.
Finally I saw him connect and heard his voice for the first time.
"Good evening Miss I see the equipment is working, you will describe your
position and how you prepared for the meeting".
"Good evening Sir......I'm in position 2.......", I then proceeded to tell him
how I prepared in as much detail as I could. His voice was a deep masculine one
and I wondered what he looked like.
"I see Miss it seems that you have read your material, before I start I do want
to explain some things to you. First off I am not your boyfriend or lover never
think of me that way I am your Master and teacher. Second thing is that you
will be assigned punishment points for failure to act properly in action or
speech. You may feel the assignment of points is arbitrary but I assure you it
isn't. Third issue is if you wish to ask a question you will do it simply by
saying excuse me Sir this slave has a question. Since I can't see you I have no
other method of knowing if you need further instructions, though in a face to
face meeting it would be a bit different. Understand so far Miss".
"Yes Sir.......uhhhh should I address you as Sir or Master".
"You have earned your first 5 punishment points Miss...........I believe you
know that a slave always uses the third person when speaking".
My stomach did a flip flop at that and I shook my head with disgust at being so
stupid. "I'm sorry Sir....." realizing I had just screwed up again.
"You now have 10 points Miss now relax take a several deep breaths, remember my
e-mail where I wrote slave's think.......well I believe you now may understand
what I mean a bit better. It's more difficult when talking then writing, that's
why I prefer to meet this way".
"Yes Sir.....Sir how is this slave to address you".
"Again you earn 5 more points Miss...........either you don't listen or just
wish to see how many you can get at one session, how did I say to ask a
question".
I had to think for a minute, this was a LOT harder then typing.
"Uhhhhh......well.......".
"I told you a specific phrase didn't I Miss".
I sat there trying to think of the exact words and I could feel myself start to
perspire. I couldn't imagine what I'd be doing if he were sitting here looking
at me.
Breaking the silence he finally gave me a break, " I told you to simply say
excuse me Sir this slave has a question and you wouldn't have had one if you
paid attention to what I said would you Miss".
"Sir ... I........ this slave was paying attention Sir...... I........ well" at
this point I knew I was in trouble but I was getting agitated at the same time,
with him and myself.
"Again we have the I word, another 5 points Miss now relax and I will give you
break time now, break time means that you can move and not worry about
punishment points but of course you will maintain a proper attitude towards your
position with me, understand Patricia".
Well at least he remembered my name. "Yes Sir.........thank you
Sir.........this is a lot harder then I'd.........damn..........this slave
expected".
Chuckling softly "yes Patricia it is, now let me explain some things to you
while you gather yourself together. First thing is the mistakes are normal and
I am not upset with you at all. As time goes on, if you wish to continue, the
amount of points will increase for these types of mistakes as will the
punishment for working them off. Another thing is you will be given incentives
for good work".
"As you noticed I've addressed you by your given name, when I do this it means
it's break time until I address you as Miss or some other word that I'm sure
you'll recognize as meaning break time is over. Even in a face to face training
break time is given so the master and slave can talk through what has been
happening".
"As we've been talking have you been moving about from your assigned position".
"Well.......... I.... have been Sir I'm sorry".
"How many times have you moved".
"Several times..........at least 4 times Sir"
"Then I think 5 more points are in order now Miss I have some specific questions
for you tonight".
With that I resumed my proper position and tried not to think to much on how the
inside of my thighs were starting to become sore. He wanted to know about my
work, not where but exactly what I did, my sex life in detail and why I thought
I was interested in the lifestyle. He also asked if buying the hardware or
other purchases he might require would create a financial burden.
I assured him that money was not an issue without going into detail about my
financial position. He told me that normally the master would purchase anything
that was required for their property but given how we were meeting that wouldn't
be possible at the moment. He assured me that he would not require my full name
or where I lived unless or until I was comfortable with the idea.
We had been at the question and answer for at least an hour when he allowed me
to get some water to drink and to stretch. I was able to get through this
without earning any more punishment points and was feeling fairly confident with
what was going on but still unsure of where it was all going. I was enjoying
the conversation with him very much when that abruptly changed.
"Now Miss the questions may seem to you to be very intrusive but as I told you
before property has no rights save those that the Master allows. What you now
consider normal is no longer so. A Master must be aware of his properties
requirements such as nourishment and personal safety but there is no longer such
a thing as right to privacy. Slave's have no such right in their actions or
speech, even their thoughts are subject to being disclosed to their owner's. Do
you understand this Miss".
"Yes Sir this slave understands what her Master has said".
"You told me you prepared properly when we first started this evening if that is
true then we may continue but that depends on you Miss. Now tell again how you
prepared to meet me this evening".
Again I went through what I did, shower, shave, hair, makeup and so forth
feeling that I'd come a long way from when we started.
"Miss do you have hair on your arms".
I felt like someone had thrown cold water on me as I looked down at realized
that I hadn't even considered that.
"Ahhhhhhhh..........well Sir .............this slave didn't even think about
that Sir, this slave is sorry for her error" I stammered.
"Is removal of the hair on your arms going to effect your job or family
situation Miss, as you know your Master does not wish to intrude on what is
separate from this lifestyle".
"Sir............ I.............. I mean..........this slave didn't think about
my arms Sir".
"I see you lapse back quickly Miss, that's 10 more punishment points now ANSWER
the questions and stop trying to excuse your behavior" his voice much sterner
then at any other time.
"Sir this slave does not believe removing the hair on her arms would make any
difference in her work Sir".
"Now another question did you remove the hair from between you ass cheeks, upper
thighs, shoulders or back".
"No Sir ..............this slave didn't do that Sir" I mumbled feeling my
stomach turn knots.
"Then you haven't properly prepared for a Master, you did of course complete the
arousal part of preparation didn't you Miss".
"Yes Sir".
"You enjoyed it didn't you Miss".
"Yes Sir"
"Speak up your head has been lowered hasn't it Miss".
"Yes Sir" raising my head and voice.
"You completed what was enjoyable to YOU but didn't think of the Master's
pleasure did you slave".
"Sir.......it wasn't that..........I did think of your pleasure........I spent
time studying and practicing to be ready for you" I was teetering between being
upset and angry over the way this was going.
"You didn't THINK..........that is about anyone but yourself...........I have
told you that this lifestyle requires much more then a set of tits and a hole to
shove something into. Property is for an owner's pleasure, the pleasure of
property is of no concern to them. Property finds it's pleasure in serving what
ever the master wants. It's a slave's duty to see to it that this pleasure is
fulfilled is that so hard to understand".
"No Sir it's not......it's just a lot to think about......to
learn............I'm........."
"Enough with this I and me shit, that's all you think about isn't it your petty
wants. All body hair isn't hard to understand to someone that thinks. If you
had a valid reason for not shaving your arms then I could understand but your
ass, no one's going to see that are they".
"No Sir............I can.........I mean this slave will shave properly Sir" my
voice starting to quiver from his tongue lashing. I'd have preferred at this
point he was here and just spanked me rather then rake me over verbally.
"That's right now you'll cry......again thinking only of yourself instead of the
Master's pleasure, do you think anyone wants to see tears, snot and makeup
running down your face".
"Sir.........".
"Enough, you've wiped your nose and eyes haven't you".
"Yes Sir.....please".
"Now shut up I'm tired of your pathetic excuses I will give you your punishment
and assignment and we will be done for the night".
"Done............Sir.........we've..." I started to say with astonishment in my
voice when he cut me off.
"We've what........WHAT............not let you have sexual
satisfaction........is that what you've come to learn how to finger fuck
yourself while I listen to you leak your stinky fluids all over the
carpet........is that what you thought was going to go on tonight".
"Sir...........I ...........this slave wasn't sure......she thought......." the
tears now rolling down my face and dropping onto my bare breasts.
"You thought about YOUR pleasure.......your needs........your selfish needs to
have sexual gratification......your needs mean
nothing..............NOTHING..........just as you are a nothing".
"Please............Sir...........".
"Go blow your nose and return quickly".
Returning a bit more calmed "Sir the slave is back".
"Good, your punishment will be as follows, you will drink 3 full glasses of
water, when the glass touches your lips it will not be lowered until it is
drained. You can wait 1 minute between glasses. Then you will find a suitable
corner in your home, all the lights will be turned out except for one. Then you
will assume position 4, do you know that position".
"Yes Sir, inspection position hands clasped behind head, elbows straight out
from body, shoulders back, chin level, feet spread outside of shoulder width
Sir".
"Good, you will remain in that position for one hour, use a timer. If you move
from the assigned position you will keep count and report it to me. After the
hour is up you will sit down and write me an e-mail outlining what you've
learned tonight and what your thoughts are. Your true thoughts not what you
think I want to hear or what YOU want to tell me. I will expect this sent
within three hours of me logging off". "Do you have questions".
"No Sir...........no questions".
"One more thing, you will not touch that disgusting little twat of yours or have
any sexual stimulation until I have given you permission. Your allowed only to
wipe yourself after you piss, no other touching allowed. To be sure you don't
fiddle with that precious space between your legs at night you are to wear a
sanitary napkin and panties to bed, do you have some".
I was pretty well to shocked to reply to what he was saying. I managed to
stammer "Napkins......no of course not...........I don't use them I".
"Fine then stuff toilet paper in the crotch of your panties then buy some
tomorrow, if you remain under my training your going to have to get use to
wearing them so don't worry about buying to many. If I don't receive your
e-mail within three hours I'll assume that you have decided to seek what you
want elsewhere".
With that the connection was broken and he was gone. I couldn't believe what
had happened. I got up and went to start drinking my water and realized that I
was pissed off big time. Who was he to treat me like this. I had spent a lot
of time practicing and over 1 ½ hours getting ready just so I could sit in an
uncomfortable position and talk to him.
I went to my balcony and smoked and fumed. Screw this shit who needs some crazy
guy who wants me to wear a napkin to bed and to run my life. I sat and smoked
and thought about what had gone on and started crying. Was he crazy or was he
right, was I really only interested in getting off and not about what the other
person wanted.
I knew what I had enjoyed in the past. I started thinking about the time at the
sorority when the three stooges had me in their room. Of how excited I was, of
how strong the orgasm was. As I sat their looking out into the night with the
tears rolling down my cheeks I put out the cigarette and went to finish the
other two glasses of water.
I hadn't even noted the time he logged off so I wasn't sure how much time until
the e-mail was due. I finished the two other glasses of water, started the
timer and stood in my corner. Standing in the corner for 1hour is a LONG time.
Besides not knowing how long you've been there my shoulders started to ache,
then the inside of my thighs, then calves, ankles. Standing there trying not to
move and thinking of WHY was I doing this.
Finally the alarm went off, besides needing a long stretch to ease the strain on
my body I had to use the bath room badly. I didn't think I would be able to
hold it but concentrating on that did at least take my mind off my stiff
muscles.
I sat down and wrote the e-mail. He wanted my thoughts and feelings so I told
him. Basically it was that given the time I had spent getting ready I felt that
nothing had been accomplished. The more I wrote the better I felt then I
re-read what I had written. He was right, I was selfish and only thinking of
what I wanted. Before I really hadn't had a choice of what was being done. Of
course I could have quit the sorority or told my father on Miss Bess but I
hadn't. This was different I did have a choice.
I wrote an entirely different e-mail then the one I had started but left in the
original part as he said he wanted all my thoughts and I wasn't allowed privacy
in them. I did tell him that I was looking for sexual relief but hadn't thought
of it that way before. I admitted that I didn't drink the water as required and
stopped to smoke before I completed the punishment. I sent the e-mail and
figured that it hadn't been over three hours yet, at least I hoped it hadn't
been.
I got ready for bed the last thing was putting on a pair of panties and stuffing
them with toilet paper. It felt uncomfortable but I could decide what I would
do in the morning. As I feel asleep my thoughts were jumbled up but I wanted to
talk to him again, to show him I wouldn't be selfish.
I checked my e-mail first thing and there wasn't any messages so I left the
house for errands and to play golf. I played lousy because I couldn't
concentrate, my mind seemed to keep drifting to my pussy and if he had sent me
an answer to my e-mail. Showering when I returned home the water running over
my body with a stream of it running directly against my bald pussy. It felt
good, I had never tried that before for stimulation and this was a hell of a
time to discover something new.
I found my hand going to rest in my crotch all night. No matter what I did I
seemed to feel an itch between my legs. Never really having been stopped from
masturbating before I couldn't get my mind off how it would feel to touch
myself. Finally going to bed with a sanitary napkin safely in my panties I
tried to go to sleep and wondered when he was going to e-mail me.
In the morning I did my usual workout, including practicing several of the
positions that he had sent to me. I was kneeling in position 3, which was a
standard slave kneeling position, knees spread apart, shoulders back, hands
resting on thighs with finger tips at knees and together and elbows tucked into
you sides. Looking into the mirror at my shaved pussy I could see my lips
parted a bit and could feel they were wet. I had showered but when I got up to
start getting dressed for work, walking around my room naked I could feel the
lips moving against each other stimulating more sticky fluid. I was going to
wipe it away but remembered that I wasn't allowed to touch it except to wipe
after a pee.
At 10:00 A.M. I finally got an e-mail from him. I hadn't gotten a lot of work
done but I was extraordinarily aware of my pussy the entire day. The e-mail
said he was satisfied with response and that he would meet me at 8:00 P.M.
Wednesday night. I was to be prepared properly and unless work interfered with
this meeting I was not to contact him. Christ how was I going to get through
the next three days.
The big dilemma on my mind this morning wasn't how to remove all my body hair
but by whom. I'd always gotten a bikini wax when summer started every year but
couldn't decide if I should go there to have it done or just use hair remover.
Thinking about having the girl I usually used do it was both arousing and
embarrassing but then I thought maybe He would appreciate the fact I'd had it
done by someone else.
I made the appoint for that evening since I was afraid I'd chicken out if I
didn't do it right away. I had told the receptionist that I required a full
body wax which didn't seem to elicit any unusual response from her. I arrived
after having had a stiff drink and as usual they provided a glass of wine so you
would be relaxed. I sat sipping my wine thinking if I was really going to go
through with this when they called my name.
I went into the booth and undressed down to my bra and panties and sat on the
table waiting.
"Hi Patricia haven't seen you for a couple of months how's everything going"
Claudette happily greeted me.
"Hi every things going fine".
"Ok..........says here a full body wax" looking up at me and smiling, "that's
going to take some time so let me get some more wine for you. You'll have to
remove the panties and bra for this treatment" she informed me and left the
room.
I felt my face flush which was stupid, I didn't owe her any explanations for
what I wanted it was a service they advertised so I couldn't possible be the
only person to want one but I still felt apprehensive and besides that I could
feel myself getting aroused again.
"Hey come on get them off or well never get out of here" Claudette's entrance
brought me back to reality.
"Sure no problem" so I hopped off the table lost my bra and panties and laid
face down on the table.
"Back first no problem, here's some wine and a straw so you can drink while your
laying down, this is going to take longer then usual but relax and enjoy it".
It didn't hurt but the continual touching and pulling of the tiny hairs of my
back was distracting. She finished my back and legs and now my decision was
should I tell her to do between my cheeks. I was saved that decision as she
rubbed me down with a bit of body lotion which only caused my arousal to return
again.
"Ok Patricia you said a full body wax so I need you to get up on your knees and
spread them apart for me. It's easier to get to the hard to reach spots that
way".
I didn't expect this for some reason, but found getting into position for her
was exactly like number 6 on His list. Hands folded into a triangle with
forehead resting on them, forearms flat, knees wide apart, shins flat on ground
toes pointed. I'd practiced this position many times alone but you don't really
get just how exposed you are until someone you don't know is standing there
waiting.
"Don't be self-conscious I do this all the time".
I was saved from having to tell her that I needed my ass crack done when I heard
her say, "listen I need a bit of help here, can you reach back and spread your
cheeks for me, that is unless you rather I didn't do it there, it's up to you".
I mumbled a thank you spread myself wide and hoped she'd hurry. It felt good as
she applied the hot syrupy goo with the wooden stick. I tried my best to keep
my sexual tension under control as she used the paper to rip out the small hairs
around my anal ring and the underside of my pussy. She was thorough and
professional with her work and soon had me on my back for the rest of the
treatment.
Doing the front seemed to take forever and I was starting to doze off when she
started on my pussy. I jumped when she applied the liquid there.
"Sorry to hot".
"No it's fine was just starting to go to sleep".
She had me hold my legs up spread wide, with my hands under my knees supporting
them, and pulled back as far as I could, so she could again get to all those
hard to get to spots. I was trying to hold my breathing in check as she did her
work. I knew she could tell I was wet given the position I was in but there
wasn't anything I could do about it. Finally she finished and said I could get
dressed.
As I was leaving she just smiled and said she hoped to see me soon. If it
wasn't for His order not to touch myself I think I would have tried to see if
Claudette was interested in something a little more private. I'd have to come
back when I had the time and his premission.
By the time Wednesday night finally arrived I had been in an almost constant
state of sexual arousal since I'd received his E-mail. I had probably spent
more then three days without masturbating or even thinking about sex but since I
wasn't allowed to do it I continually wanted to touch myself. It was bad enough
when awake but even my dreams were all sexual in nature and every morning when I
woke up my hands were in my crotch.
I showered, checked my nails and put my hair in the braid, I didn't need to
check for hair for at least six weeks though. The biggest problem was having to
get my ass ready for him since I surely didn't need to stroke my pussy as that
was wet enough without any additional help from me, but I was truly afraid I
would have an orgasm from fucking my ass. I got through it without going over
the edge, barely then logged on to await him.
"Good evening again Miss are we properly prepared tonight, tell me what you
did".
"Yes Sir this slave has prepared properly tonight" and told him of my
preparations.
"Very good you haven't touched that cunt of yours except to wipe after peeing,
you did well Miss you actually thought about what you were doing, excellent.
You adventure at the salon was very interesting and your thinking was correct,
it was much more exciting for me then having you take it off with hair remover.
Now I read your e-mail fully, even though you didn't go right to your punishment
I will let that go this time. Your new at this and it could be expected that
you would need time to think about the session".
"Have you been aware of your sex for the past several days".
"Yes Sir this slave has been VERY aware of her sex, more so then ever before".
"It is not YOUR sex Miss it belongs to me, just as your tits, ass, mouth, in
fact you are owned by me isn't that correct. I may refer to it as your's for
the sake of good English but you will always refer to it properly".
"Yes Sir...........I am your property".
"Again we have 10 punishment points earned and we haven't even started yet".
Shutting my eyes tight and cursing inwardly "yes Sir this slave referred to your
property improperly".
"Good, your learning, what sex toys do you have slave".
"Sir this slave has a 6" vibrator".
"Is that all you have".
"Yes Sir but I .................".
"20 points".
"This slave can buy more if you wish Sir".
"Go get what you have a bowl of ice and a leather belt. The belt should be the
heaviest one you have. Before you go there is another thing a slave must know,
when leaving the presence of a master the slave stands gracefully, then takes
one step back lowers her head then pivots to the right to leave".
"Yes Sir this slave understands may this slave go get the items now Sir".
"Yes and be quick about it".
"Position 5 slave".
Position 5 was laying on your back, soles of feet flat on the floor with your
knees bent at 45 degrees and spread as far apart as you could. "This slave is
in position Sir".
"Take the vibrator and run it along the outer lips...........good down and
up......slowly......that's right.. now along the slit just pushing then tip
inside........not bring it over your clit.......hold it there.............now
again........down the lips then up the other side.........inside the slit".
It went on for some time, my moans were clearly audible to him and his voice
held me in a trance. I was so wet and the feelings the vibrator were sending
though me felt like a million tiny jolts of electricity.
"God...................Sir.......please......... I.......... so good".
"Another 10 points slave............take the ice and rub it against your
lips.........push it partially inside and rub it across your clit........now the
other hand use ice on your nipples.......first the right....now the
left.......draw it across your tits".
He kept it up for what seemed like hours, arousing me with the vibrator then
using the ice to keep me from cuming. The ice felt hot like a flame, my nipples
were hard and hurting and I couldn't keep my hips from jerking up.
"Sir.............god..........let..........me
................cum............pleasssssssse".
"Drop the vibrator and ice .... take the belt cunt you now have 30 points and
it's time to work some off". "Take the belt and strike your open cunt with it,
I want to hear the sound of it hitting your bare flesh".
Splat the belt hit my pussy and I groaned out, it stung but not that bad. "One
Sir".
"Harder........harder.............count.......tell me what you
are............who are you...........what is your purpose ".
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh............a slave..............nothing............nothing
Sir...........ahhhhhhhhhhh.....to serve you Sir.........to be your property".
Again the belt fell causing my pussy to spasm.
"Fingers now..........push two up inside that slimy hole.........fuck my cunt
.............it's my cunt now.......isn't it.............tell me who owns that
slimy chute between your legs".
Two fingers worked deep inside me. I was slimy and leaking all over the carpet
and could feel the juice coating not only my fingers but my hand as well.
"Your's.......all your's Sir..........you own my
cunt.......anything......everything".
"Pull out your fingers..........don't cum........you don't have permission to
cum.........the belt......again.........again......again".
The bite of the belt was harsher now, groaning deeply I let the belt fly trying
to count as best I could. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh..........yes..........yes". My pussy
was burning now from the continued assault of the belt.
"Now clean your fingers, suck your smelly juices from your fingers with the hole
in your face.......do you know what that is for".
"What......for.." as I slurped the thick gooey juice from my fingers.
"What's below your nose slave..........what is it .......what is it for".
"Sucking cock.........what ever you want
Sir......please.........ahhhh......please".
"It's a suck hole.......say it .....what's it good for".
"Suck hole............slave's suck hole for cock.....".
"Who's cock".
"Yours Sir".
"Wrong......ice.........rub your cunt with ice now".
"God .............no................cold.......".
"Push it inside the treasure you bitches think you have.......shove two inside".
As the ice went inside me I thought I'd go out of my mind. It hurt and felt
good at the same time, it didn't seem to lessen the fire that was burning
between my legs".
"Now you have to the count of 10 to cum.......if you do fine......if you don't
you won't be allowed to for a week".
"Nooooooooooo............ahhhhhhhhhhhh". With that I thrust two fingers deep
inside my cunt, it felt cold and hot at the same time. I could hear the
counting far off and my other hand went to work on my clit, pulling it, rubbing
it until I thought it would be rubbed off then I felt the explosion. I don't
know if he was at 10 or not I simply went into my own world of pleasure for what
seemed like hours.
"Cumming..........now........yeeeeeessssssssss.........." I cried out in my
pleasure, my cunt contracting around my fingers holding them tightly inside my
wet hold.
I lay panting on the floor, my fingers still deeply pushed inside my pussy and
the cum and water mixing and leaking out and down my ass crack.
"Have you recovered enough to talk now ...........you became lost in your own
world Miss.....a slave should be aware of all that goes on around her in case a
master wishes her services".
I was panting but finally answered him, "yes Sir.......this slave was lost to
her pleasures ...........that you allowed Sir".
"Good ........very good now an important lesson, position 2 Miss".
I weakly got to position 2 but it wasn't done gracefully "yes Sir what lesson".
"Anything that goes inside property must be cleaned with your
mouth.......anything......anywhere do you understand Miss".
"Yes Sir........anywhere Sir".
"Yes now clean your fingers......all of it".
I slurped off the mixture from my fingers and hand then found more coating my
cunt lips. "Sir should this slave wipe her cunt lips and clean that also".
"Yes and the carpet.......it's wet isn't it".
"Yes Sir........". Wiping the excess from my pussy and then leaning over so I
could lick up what was on the carpet including the loose threads which made my
mouth dry.
"Your cunt juice leaked between your ass didn't it bitch" he asked sharply.
"Yes Sir your slave will wipe that up also", I replied weakly, reaching between
my cheeks to clean the sticky fluid from between my cheeks then cleaning my
fingers again.
"Sir may this slave ask a question".
"Yes".
"This slave needs water Sir..........".
"Yes Miss you may get some........from now on bring a bottle of water when we
meet so you don't have to get up, it will be required and if forgotten you will
be assigned punishment points".
Gulping down water and bringing back a glass I assumed position 2.
"Now we have some things to discuss. The first is your lack of equipment and
the second one of communication". You will be sent an address of a store in
Hollywood to purchase several items, what they are is not important at the
moment. You will also purchase some leather boot laces to make a whip. The
whip needs 9 to 12 thongs about 12" long so buy enough for that. Use duct tape
to bind them together and soak them in oil so they become pliable, understand".
"Yes Sir".
"The second issue is one of communication, I am going to e-mail you a cell phone
number. It's only going to be used by me for this purpose so you don't have to
worry about anyone else answering it. I want you to get a cell phone just for
me to call you on. They are inexpensive but I don't want you to use your normal
one. You will provide me with the number no one else. You will have it with
you always for I may call you at any time. I understand work issues so I will
not tend to impose on you during those hours nor you on me. If it's important
call and leave a message for me. As for your's if you can't answer it during
work hours I understand".
"You will provide me with a daily schedule via e-mail every Monday morning. I
don't need specific places related to work but all other times will be accounted
for. You will keep me updated on changes to the schedule, any questions so
far".
"No Sir...........no questions".
"You will e-mail me every morning with what you are wearing inside and out. You
are also no longer allowed to wear panties at any time. Thigh highs and garters
are preferred but panty hose are acceptable if there is a problem with the type
of dress you are wearing. You will also not wear pants is that understood".
"Sir....there is some problem ..........some cloths need to have panties
worn.......their thin and don't look right........also
Sir............well..........".
"What is it Miss".
"Sir my period............I .........this slave needs to wear panties
then.........otherwise your cloths get stained Sir".
"Yes of course on those days you will wear plain white cotton panties and you
will tell me two day before your period starts, it is another requirement you
have now. Another requirement is that you are only allowed napkins from now on
during your period. You will also keep a pad and paper with you when we meet,
so you can keep track of your requirements as I add them".
"Napkins Sir" I asked in astonishment. I had only worn them once or twice in my
life, they felt awful stuffed between your legs and looked even nastier when you
took them off as they were stained with the mucus and blood.
"Correct napkins, after a time you may again earn the privilege of wearing a
tampon, but not until I allow it, is that understood Miss".
"Yes Sir" I answered glumly.
"Another thing, you will call and ask permission of me to change them, if I
don't answer just leave a message".
"Yes Sir, Sir also your property needs to wear pants for some things like
golf.........running.......even at work I need ".
"10 more punishment points Miss".
"Yes Sir.............at work this slave needs to wear them on occasion since we
have to visit warehouses and such Sir".
"That will be fine Miss........since we are not together there will be times
I've given you an assignment that you won't be able to complete due to
circumstances that were not foreseen. You can call me but if I can't be reached
then use your best judgement remembering that your duty is to please your
master. You will explain the reason you couldn't complete or do the assignment
as you were told. I won't punish you for using your judgement in these
matters".
"Thank you Sir".
"Now your assignment for the shopping trip. You still have the sweatshirt from
your sorority".
"Yes Sir this slave does but this slave doesn't think it will cover enough, it's
shrunk some. This slave will get another one Sir". My stomach now churning and
thinking of my shopping trip when I was pledging.
"Fine...make sure it's brightly colored red or yellow..........along with
heels....ankle strap ones.......you will wear makeup.....your hair will be as it
is now...........a small purse to carry your personal things but that is all.
Is that clear Miss.".
"Yes Sir.........I have shoes like that". Tensing again for forgetting.
"10 more points...............how high are they".
"Three inches Sir".
"Higher ones will be purchased later, when you have the phone call me with the
number. You will go to the store by next Sunday, it's open 24 hours so you
should have no trouble finding time. E-mail me the day your planning to go so I
will be available and when you get to the store you will call me once you
arrive".
"Now as for your punishment points earned tonight, you will not sleep in your
bed for two days, use the floor but you are of course allowed blankets but no
pillow, you will also not be allowed to use any furniture. Sit on the floor and
that includes meals, have you any questions Miss".
"No Sir this slave understands her assignment and punishment".
"Of course you know your not allowed to touch my pussy without permission, that
goes without saying. One more thing before I go Miss, you will use a black
marker pen and mark above that cunt that belongs to me Master Carl's slave. You
will always be marked from this day on any questions".
"No Sir...........your property has no questions".
"Good until next time".
With that he logged off. I quickly wrote down the assignment and all the
requirements. I sat out on my balcony looking over the water. I lived on the
22nd floor of the building which gave me a magnificent view of the harbor and
coast line. I realized that my orgasm was one of the most intense ones I'd felt
in a very long time. I would have done anything during that session he asked of
me.
He didn't even consider if I would refuse his demands he just gave them with
knowing assurance. Of course I hadn't even thought to question him about any of
them. I sipped my drink and smoked thinking of what was happening to me but
feeling a contentment that I hadn't had since graduating college.
