The Master's Gift She sat back sipping her first bourbon of the night and pondered his orders. Master had been gracious in his allowing her to have an orgasm. Twelve to be exact! She was delighted! There was nothing she loved to do more than have orgasms and to have these many with his blessing was so very thrilling to her. Since she had spoken to him on the phone, her pussy had steadily begun to prepare itself. Her clit had become erect, she could feel the ring in her piercing as it teased the flesh there and her holes had throbbed when he had said she could fuck them. A wicked grin washed over her face, as flashbacks of her Master appeared in her mind. He brought out the animal in her. She craved and yearned for him. She had never expected this upon meeting him in person. She had expected it to be interesting and fun, but never expected to feel what she felt when he appeared behind her. She would never, ever be able to forget what she saw when he had walked into the bar. That ominous presence she felt it before she ever saw him. And when she did turn around to look into his eyes all sense of reason vanished. Submission took over, the air ignited, her body went into overdrive and she felt as if she were going to suffocate. All she could think of was "breathe, breathe!" Never had she imagined that she would be so lucky. He was every bit the man she had dreamed of being her Master. And after having her body touched by him, all other men paled in comparison. There was something about his hands. Something about his kiss, if he had found her inadequate and had never seen her again, that night would have gone down in history as one of the greatest nights of her life. One she would never forget, however he had found favor with her. She had been so humbled to be able to call Him Master for a few weeks now. She could not believe her good fortune. He was wonderful to her. She found her libido increased, she could hardly work or keep her mind on anything, her body betrayed her every time she thought of him, which was so often. In the night she reached for him, begged him, called his name to claim her time and time again. To please him was all she really cared about. He had her in the palm of his hand. She did not have the power within her to deny him anything and she knew it. In fact, he knew it, too. And here she sat, the cool drink slithering down her throat, preparing herself for his orders. To cum twelve times, both holes filled and never the same object in either hole more than once. She had prepared the toys, they were washed and lying beside her bed. She had lit the candles in her room, put some soft, sensuous music on her stereo and now was clearing her mind so she could concentrate only on his wishes for her Christmas Eve. She was not alone by any means, for visions of him danced around her room. She said pensively, stirring in her chair as her body became aroused. Pulse racing, breathing labored, palms sweaty, the pink delicate chemise caressing her body. She could feel his presence looming in the shadows of the room. She longed so to reach out with her fingers to caress his body, to show her Master how she could please him. She wanted so desperately to run her fingers over his cock, to gently tease his balls, to bring him to arousal so she could kneel before him, to lick and suck his cock. She wanted to drink his cum, to suck it out of him as his body twitched and convulsed. She cared about nothing more than pleasing him. It was all that mattered to her. She slid out of her chair as the last drop of bourbon drained from her glass. She moved almost trancelike, lustful, glassy stare in her eyes, the air charged around her. She slithered onto her bed on her back, eyes looking up into His as his virile, masculine body moved over her. She closed her eyes to savor every touch of his body upon hers, for it left her tingling. She was on fire! Her pussy was already drenched and ready, almost flexing already to have him inside her. Her holes begged for attention, her nipples rigid, her clit rising to stand at attention. She pulled the chemise from her body, it fell to the floor beside her. Her hands moved in a steady rhythm to caress her flesh. His hands moving over her. She gasped as her fingers grazed the tips of her nipples and moaned as she pinched and rolled them. They stood straight up begging for more. She worked on them for some time as her pussy became wetter, her clit harder. "Masterrrrrrrr" she moaned. "Yes, please Master, take from me what you need, Sir". Her hands slid down her belly to peel the lips of her sex open wide for him. She pushed her abdomen up to give him complete access to her gaping sex. She glanced down to see her erect clit standing rigid as the candlelight glistened on its head. It was red, bulbous and wet. She was so proud that her clit showed "herself" so brazenly for her Master. She wanted him to see it engorged and throbbing so he would know what he did to her. She wanted him to own it, to view it when he wished to. A finger gently slipped across the head of her clit and her body went stiff. It was like electricity coursing through her body! She loved the feeling. She toyed with it until she could feel the little muscle in it tighten every time she touched it. God she loved to see it move as it was stimulated. It would drive her insane to have to watch her Master touch it and see it move for him! She panted, writhed on the bed her body rising and falling as she tortured her clit. "Yes Master, view me, touch me, see me for the slut I am. My clit standing for you, begging you to devour me, begging for you to fuck me any way you wish, Sir! AHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" her moan primal and wanton. Her body flipped over on the bed, her Master raised her up on her hands and knees, then pushed her chest to the bed as her ass remained poised and ready. Her knees spread wide, Jenn pushed back to reveal all the pinkness of her bottom. Her pussy hole gaped. Her asshole pursed and throbbed, her juices running down the inside of her thigh. Fingers moved to her holes, smearing her juices over them, pushing a finger in her pussy and a finger in her ass hole, she began to slowly drill them. Her Master fucked each readily with his finger pervertedly, she bucked underneath the spearing of each." "OHHHH, Master, yes, PLEEEEEEEEEASE, deeper, YESSSSSSSSSS, fill my holes Sir. Use them, feels sooooooooo good!" she begged. His fingers worked her holes into a froth with her begging and pleading for him to fuck her good. She helped him as much as she could by backing up on His fingers accepting them to the fullest, allowing them to open her just as her Master wanted. Fingers removed, she felt so empty. "No Master .pleeeeeeeease don't take them away, fuck me!" she cried. She felt the fingers being replaced by larger objects as the black dildo she owned pushed at her asshole, working its way in. Gradually it slid into her making her squeal with delight, her Master smiled. The torpedo vibe was shoved into her pussy and turned on. She bucked and begged, pumping her bottom on the objects so her Master could see her holes take them. She would stop every now and then to use her ass muscles and her pussy muscles to suck the instruments for her Master, so he could see her holes flex and grip them just as she would do to his cock. Wickedly she covarted on the objects for Him, as they gave her a proper fucking. She was totally consumed and possessed by her Master. "Fuck me Master, yes please, do it, make me yours, take my holes, Sir pleeeeeeeeease, love it, love it, Sir!" Her holes turned pink at the intrusions but she never stopped riding. They pumped furiously into her, bringing her close to the edge of orgasm until she gave her body up to the aching hunger that welled up inside of her. She actually screamed when she came, making it last by continuing to drill her holes. She exploded into a million pieces for her Master, begging and pleading to cum still impaled on the objects. She fell on her belly on the bed, panting, waiting for the tremors to subside. Her pussy and ass continued in aftershocks to suck the dildo and torpedo as she lay there enjoying it. She hated to remove them but reluctantly slid them out. She felt empty. She needed more. She wanted her Master. She needed him to soothe her and tell her she was a good girl for him, that he had loved seeing her like this. That she had performed well. She knew she had eleven more orgasms to go, which thrilled her. She went to wash the instruments and returned to her room, hot again, to prepare for the rest of the orgasms her Master had allowed her to have.
Part 2 She returned to her bedroom, the ice tinkling in the second drink of the night. Her head was a bit fuzzy now from the effects of the bourbon which made her feel deliciously more primal. She loved the way her body responded when she thought of her Master. He was so very powerful, she felt very frail beside him. She could not explain what she felt. Words failed her. From the moment he had walked into the bar the night they met and she had felt his presence. Before she even turned around to see him, she knew she was in trouble. She had ventured out on a whim to even put a personal profile on the Internet. It was kinda a joke from the start. She knew she did not have to advertise for a date but her best friend had made it a dare and she never turned down a dare. The rest was history. This Master had contacted her or she had contacted him and the sizzle had come through the lines of her computer and then over the phone. She had never expected anything this potent to happen. This was certainly no joke. Never had she dreamed that she would be so humbled and caught off guard by this man. He did things to her body even in his absence. She had been besieged with erections, wetness, arousal, and pleadings. She seemed to go limp when she received an email from him and weak when she heard his voice over the phone. She had even saved his messages over the phone to be able to hear his voice when she wanted. It drove her insane. She crawled on the bed on her tummy, naked, and lay her head on her arm. The smooth bourbon made her mind drift. She knew her body glowed from the passion she had already felt and the orgasms she had had. The previous count was eight, she had four continuously the last session. They had come in waves over her body, one after another as she had begged her Master to use whatever he chose of her holes to make her take it. She was still hot, still on fire for him. A wicked smile turned the corners of her mouth. She could have four more making the total twelve. Her eyes flashed open for a second. They had that glassy-glazed over look of lust and hunger that a woman gets when she is ready to be fucked. She closed her eyes again as her nostrils flared and her breathing turned into a gentle pant. She felt his hand going down her back. He paused at her ass and rubbed each cheek as His hand trickled down her thighs. Her body shivered under his touch. It seared into her body, leaving her all but breathless. She wanted to writhe beneath his hand. "Stop, do not move. You must lie still, do you understand me? I know you want to squirm but I will not allow it. You are to lay there and take my caressing of your body. If you move, I will spank you!" "OH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" She knew the torment that would be for her to lie still. The squirming and writhing helped her release the hunger. If she could not move she would implode! He had done this before, once, when he had examined her clit. He had made her lie still while he masturbated her. She had to hold her lips of her sex open wide while he rubbed small circles on the head of her clit so he could watch it move. She had to lie very still. He made her. She had begged and pleaded with him to let her move, but he had made her lie there and take it. He had only allowed her to move at the moment of orgasm and she had bucked and pumped her body up and down cooing at him and thanking him for making her lie still. She thanked him a lot for making her do wicked things for him. He knew her better than any man ever had. She loved being his wicked little slut! She picked up the torpedo vibe. She turned it on and slid it down the middle of her back. "Lie still. I am going to insert this vibe into your asshole. You must open your cheeks for me so I can watch it go in. You must take the fucking and not move. You must lie perfectly still. It is going to purr inside you and fuck you good. You must take it for as long as I wish without moving. Now reach back and spread your asscheeks wide for your Master." She hypnotically reached back and pulled her ass open wide. She was so happy to show him. He lay on his side right beside her, propped his head up in his hand. "That's a good girl, spread wide." She felt a trickle of lubricant as it made her little pucker flex at its coolness. "Good girl, you know I like to see it move, good girl." She knew she was going to die since she was not going to be allowed to move under the fucking. She was going to have to try with all her might not to squirm. Oh she knew she was going to beg. That was a given. She heard the gentle whirring of the vibe being cut on. "Now, look into my eyes. I want to watch your hunger and your need. Keep your eyes on mine. I am going to look inside your soul as your asshole is speared by the vibe. It shall give you a proper fucking." She stared transfixed into her Master's eyes knowing he saw straight through her. She did not care. Nothing mattered except giving to him. She gasped as the vibe touched the lube and smeared it over her asshole. Back and forth the tip of the vibe went over the entrance preparing it for penetration. He slipped the tip of the vibe in, her body went rigid. She lay very still for him. His eyes flashed into hers as he worked steadily at pushing it into her. Her eyes begged him, pleaded with him to please fuck her. As the vibe slid further into her ass, he smiled at her, knowing how possessed she felt by him. The vibe purred and fucked her purred and fucked her as she lay still and accepted it every time he pushed it into her. Her asshole would grip it and want to hold it, but he would withdraw it almost out and then gently plunge it back into her. The rhythm was slow and steady, not hurried, which drove her hungering to a crescendo. She was going out of her mind. Her juices were absolutely wetting the bed. She had never been so drenched. Her Master made her open her legs a little so he could place the g-spot vibe in her pussy, which was just dripping wet. It slipped in nicely and he turned it on. She squealed as the vibe in her pussy whirred against the vibe fucking her ass. The begging just burst out of her. "OHHHHHHHH Masterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr it feels so good. Let me move, Sir. Please I can't stand it much longer. Let me move, Sir." "No! You may not!" He chided her. "You must take the fucking!" "But Sirrrrrrrr pleeeeeeease, oh my God, pleeeeeeeeease, I am going crazy Sir." The vibe speared into her again as she gasped. "Please let me fuck it, Sir. Let me push back to meet your thrust." "No! Lie still." She was surely going to die. She was going to cum and this time she knew it would be multiple. She wanted to stick her ass in the air for him. She pulled harder at her ass cheeks to spread them wider. God she needed to move. This was torment, the vibe purred and did its work. She was reduced to a sniveling, begging slut. When he allowed her to cum, she exploded as her asshole sucked and throbbed on the vibe. Her pussy convulsed and sucked the vibe in it as her Master watched the action of her bottom. He continued to make her hold still through the orgasm because he wanted to see both holes suck on the vibes. And they did, they gripped the instruments and danced around them as she heard her Master say "Good girl." She went through three consecutive orgasms as her Master watched her hole perform for him. When the tremors subsided, he pulled the vibes out of her. She slid off her bed and went to the shower. She was weak as she turned on the warm water. She felt so fulfilled at this point as a woman with a need to serve. The water splashed against her skin, refreshing her. She did notice however that a stirring again started in her belly, a need with only one more orgasm to go. She hoped she did not go over quota or she would surely be punished. Thoughts raced through her head as to how she would keep from cumming more than once. She was a slut, a needy one. But she would continue and find a way to please her Master at all costs. The last of the twelve. How toasty she felt when she returned to her bed. Refreshed with a shower and after four awesome orçasms under her Master's hand, she was happy. Yet the Master had said twelve and she had done 11, having used her instruments of pleasure reversing and exchanging them every orgasm as best she could do to accommodate her Master's wishes. She had to be careful because her pussy could not be fucked with anything moved from her ass. Infections and germs could develop and she had prepared herself ahead of time to be as clean as she could be anally and vaginally. Even when she had the multiples she would quickly slide a new instrument into her two holes to be sure she followed orders. There is always a split second before multiples continuously happen so she had successfully followed her Master's orders. She was so proud of herself and so desperately hoped he would be. How she adored him. He had the power to do anything to her. She was totally at his mercy, She stretched out again on her bed naked. Her fingers played across her flesh, her nipples rising again to stand straight out. It felt delicious imagining her Master's fingers gripping the tips. She moaned as she worked them into a frenzy. Her nipples were directly connected to her clit. She felt it swelling and the ring in the hood rubbing against its head. It tingled with sensation. She raised her head up to spread her pussy lips with her fingers to watch it rise. The pierced hood pulled back and her clit distended, engorged, was the most beautiful sight to her. She was totally fascinated that it was so red and so erect. Her Master made it that way and she cherished that feeling from him. She remembered the fantasy that she had only nights after they had met. He had required her to undress, to present herself to him for examination. He had the right to view her. She did as she was told. She held her breasts up as he inspected her nipples and tugged at them. He required her to watch his fingers tease them and pinch them. She had groaned every time he squeezed the tips. Of course, he was talking to her the whole time, humiliating her, telling her how her nipples were his now and that she would present them to him any time he wished. That he would examine her frequently, everywhere. It would keep her humble and knowing that her erogenous zones now were his to do with as he wished. He made her lie back on the bed and open her legs. She spread the pouty lips of her shaved pussy and exposed the inner pink flesh to him. He had reached with his fingers to open her pussy hole, to examine it for flexibility and size capacity. He had watched his finger slip into it and had looked her in the eye as he fingered it, encouraging her to open up for him. He stretched it open and again told her how beautiful it was when it gaped for him. He held her open and made her flex her pussy muscles to see how tight she was. She had blushed from being so exposed and wicked with him. He had made her pull her knees up to her shoulders to expose her asshole to him. He again examined it and prodded it with his fingers. She had cooed at him. She had gripped His finger at the intrusion and he had been delighted with her tightness there. He then made her expose her clit completely to his view and sit up so she could watch him manipulate it. He made it erect as he had smeared some of her pussy juice on its head and teased it. It stood out rigidly. He made her watch his fingers make contact with it to show her how hard it got for him. He wanted her to witness that he was seeing her for the slut she was for him. He had seen how aroused he made her and she would never be able to deny it. He made her clit dance for him. He would touch it and it would contract. Jenn was so delighted with having to watch him rub it and how it had performed for its Master. He had made her cum so he could view her holes spasm and her clit move. He had to see her like that, he said so he would know how her pussy and ass reacted to his cock when he spurts his cum inside her. The exam continued as he put her on her hands and knees. (She flipped over on her bed). He sat at the head of the bed leaning back on the headboard. The light on the table beside the bed was bright. She was made to turn with her head towards the foot of the bed and put her head down on a pillow as he ordered her ass to be open and exposed to him. She was so embarrassed, but she did her best to lift her ass high to give her Master complete access to her holes. Then she felt the clothespins. He attached them to her lips and spread her pussy wide and taped the clothespins to her inner thighs. She was quite a sight with her bottom displayed so openly and her juices running out of her pussy down her inner thighs. She felt something being inserted into her pussy hole. " This is a speculum. I am going to look deep inside of your pussy now. You will relax and open for me. No man will ever look at you like this but me." She felt cool air hit the inner walls of her pussy as she gasped at the insertion and felt the spreading of her hole wide. Her pussy gripped the speculum tightly. "Mmmm" her Master said, "I like a nice tight pussy. You have one." "Thank you, Sir," she replied, as she felt totally wicked and horny now again. "You are very wet and very nicely pink! Your hole looks very receptive." She shivered from the erotic thrill of having to be opened like this for her Master. She was so aroused. He knew her so well. She heard her g-spot vibe being turned on. "I am going to insert this vibe and play with your cervix. The stimulation will be new feeling but a very pleasant one. This orgasm I will see the little mouth inside you move. It belongs to me too." She bucked as the vibe hit her innermost womanhood and squealed. What a sensational feeling! She felt the pending orgasm begin to well up from within her. He flicked her clit back and forth and worked the vibe inside, the speculum hitting her little pursed mouth a number of times. Her body went rigid and she screamed as the orgasm hit and rocked her body. "That's a girl," her Master coached. "Do it for me!" Everything inside her exploded. "Beautiful, just beautiful," her Master encouraged. She bucked and wiggled her bottom in the air. She was so hot. It felt so good for him to use her this way. Her Master hurriedly slipped the speculum out of her pussy and replaced it with his cock. Nothing felt better than being fucked from behind. The g-spot vibe was shoved into her ass as she groaned. "ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, yes Master, pleeeeeeeeease," she begged. The vibe purred as her Master fucked her. He could feel the vibrations of the vibe through the tender wall between her asshole and her pussy. It made his cock harder as he pummeled her pussy. He fucked her like he had never fucked another woman. She pushed back and received him totally. He looked down to watch her pussy hole spread for his cock, grip it and then let it slid out over and over again until his impending ejaculation overtook him. "Pleeeeeeeeeease Master, give my your cum, let your cock spurt inside me, I want to feel it throb," she begged. "Fuck me, Sir, please fuck me." He drilled her ass with the vibe as she pleaded and begged for more. His cock began to explode as jets of cum shot over and over into her pussy splashing against her little pursed mouth deep inside her pussy. His cum was hot she could feel it and she could feel his cock throbbing as her pussy milked him dry. She only cared about him cumming and cumming hard. His body went rigid and then relaxed as the last of his cum shot into her. Her pussy sucked every last drop inside. She fell on her bed spent. Her imagination had driven her crazy with thoughts of her Master doing these carnal things to her. She had come thirteen times, one too many, but she could not help it. These thoughts provoked her to have multiples. It was absolutely fabulous being able to fantasize and cum for her Master. She would be honest and tell him the truth no matter what punishment. He would decide for her. She was just at his mercy and so much his slut. He could make her cum probably staring into his eyes! She could not help it if her body had responded too much. It was just the way it was. She rolled over onto her back and closed her eyes. It was not long before she was in a deep sleep, a comforting one after having been so fulfilled as a woman. Her Master was the most special man. She was so grateful to have him!
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