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.

Part Two

       When Master T opened the bedroom door, he looked at me lying there naked, my cheeks flushed, and the frustration written all over my face, and he knew without a doubt that I was horny as hell.  He closed the door behind him and walked across the room.  I trembled as he stood close to me and all of a sudden he grabbed my ankle and quickly spread my legs apart.  I moaned as he used his other hand to feel around my pussy.  I could hear the moisture as he rubbed his finger around my slit, into the hole then up around my hard clit.  I took a deep breath because his touch felt so good. 

       “My slut is very wet, isn’t she?” he said.  I could tell by the tone of his voice that Master T was pleased.

       “Yes Master, your slut is very wet.”

       Master T continued to touch my pussy.  He used his index finger to fuck in and out of my hole, while he used his thumb to rub my clit.  He progressively got faster and harder and before I knew it I was moaning and trying so hard not to cum.  When he didn’t stop, I was afraid that I might slip over the edge and have a long anticipated orgasm, so I blurted out, “Please Master, please let your slut cum.”

       Master T laughed and continued to finger and touch my pussy.  “No,” he said forcefully.

       Since I had no control over how hard he was touching me, it was very difficult to keep myself from cumming, especially since I had been horny and anxious all day.  I begged him, “Please Master T, please let me cum.  Your slut has been wet and ready all day, please Master.  Oh please…”

       “Stop it slut, get a little self control damnit!  I haven’t even been home for 5 minutes and you think I am going to let your horny little ass cum?  You lay there and take this slut, and if you even think about cumming before I give you permission you will be sorry.”

       I moaned and had trouble breathing as I used every ounce of will power to keep myself from cumming.  It seemed like he touched my pussy for an hour because every second was pure torture.  I wanted to cum so badly, but I knew that once he said no, that I would somehow pull myself together and wait.  I hated disappointing my Master and I know that even though he tests my resolve to obey, that I will always strive to do as I am told.  I keep moaning and trying my best not to come, and he eventually stops teasing my pussy.

       “Thank you Master,” I say breathlessly.  “Thank you for making your slut suffer for your pleasure.”

       “You are very welcome my slut.  You will be suffering many more ways before this weekend is over.  That was just a little test to make sure you were nice and horny as we start our weekend of fun together.” 

       Master T walked away from me and began changing out of his work clothes.  I laid there in bed and caught my breath.  It was hard coming down from the near orgasm I had been at for however long he kept me there.  My body wanted to cum more than anything, but my mind and my heart wanted to obey.

       “Get down here and suck my cock slut!” Master T said abruptly.  “I need to feel your warm wet lips around my cock right now!”

       I scrambled to get off the bed and quickly positioned myself on my knees in front of my Master.  His hard cock was erect right in front of my face.  I reached out with my hand to grab his cock to put it in my mouth, and was startled when Master T yelled at me.  “Don’t use your fucking hands slut, your mouth is all you need to suck my cock!”

       “Sorry Master.”  I barely got the two words out as Master reach behind my head, grabbed my hair and pushed my face into his groin, shoving his cock further down my throat.  I gagged as I was not expecting it to be so rough. 

       “Stop gagging slut!” he scolded me.  “You act like you’ve never sucked cock before; my little slut can do better than that.”

       I felt terrible that he had to scold me.  I wanted to be the best slut and cock sucker that I could be, and gagging on  his cock like I could not handle it was not the way to show my Master how much I craved him and wanted to please him.  I concentrated on breathing while using my mouth like a vacuum, sucking his hard cock in and out.  I went further down on each stroke and was doing it with more ease.  Master was moaning and thrusting in and out a little bit.

       “Oh yeah, that’s more like it.  That’s my good slut.  That’s right; suck your Master’s cock.  Get it down that throat, good girl,” he moaned.

       Hearing that I was pleasing him gave me the motivation to do even better.  I started taking his cock all the way down my throat on each stroke.  I used my tongue underneath to lick his shaft as I fucked my throat with his meat.  Just as I was getting a nice rhythm going, Master took my head in his hands again and held me with him all the way in.  “Hold it slut, hold it in your mouth…don’t you dare let go.”

       I felt myself starting to gag around his hardness and I couldn’t breathe.  I was beginning to panic and I tried to pull away from him and release his cock.

       “No Slut, I said hold it.”

       I swear I was ready to choke to death when I heard him say “10…9…8…7…”  I was never going to make it and I tried to pull away.  He pulled me tighter yet and continued, “6…5…4…3…”  I really thought I was going to pass out and he told me to stay with him and focus.  “2…1…0…”  Finally he released me and let me back away from his cock gasping for breath.  Just as I got a nice deep breath in, he took my head and shoved his cock all the way down my throat again.  I barely had a second to recuperate when he started counting again.  I did not think I would make it, but somehow I did.  “That’s a good slut…I am very proud of you slut.”

       Master let me go back to sucking his cock at my own pace and I cherished every bit of it.  Being the slut that I am, I really do love having his cock in my mouth, feeling the soft skin in between my lips, but being speared with the hard shaft at the same time.  Before long Master was moaning and I could feel the pressure building up in his cock as it was ready to erupt.  Master pulled his cock out of my mouth and roughly grabbed my right tit.  He held my tit in his hand and used his other hand to stroke his cock until he spewed hot sperm all over my nipple.  He came so much that there were globs of it all over my nipple and my areole.  Master was moaning and sighing and I could tell that I had pleased him.

       Master took his hand and guided my tit upward.  He then said, “Lower your head slut and suck my cum off your tit.  Get your tongue all around that nipple.  I want you to taste it and swallow it while you run your tongue over you hard nipple.”  I did as I was told and tried not to gag over the taste of his thick, hot cum while I sucked my own nipple.  I do as I am told, but I still have not learned to appreciate the flavor of my Master’s cum.  Sometimes I think Master requires me to swallow it just because he knows how hard it is for me to obey that order.

       Once his cum was gone, Master took my nipple in between two fingers and began squeezing it hard enough to make me squirm.  I was cringing with the pain and he twisted and pulled on my nipple.  “Stand up slut.”  I slowly gained my balance as I stood.  I was grateful to be allowed up off my sore knees. 

       “Thank you Master.”

       “For what slut, be more specific.”

       “Thank you for allowing your slut to gag on your cock and bring you to pleasure.  Thank you for letting your slut swallow your cum, and thank you for letting your slut get up off her knees, Master”

       “You’re welcome slut.”

       Master came up behind me and nuzzled his head on top of my shoulder and blew hot breath on my neck.  Meanwhile his hands in front of me were playing and pinching each nipple.  I felt like a toy, there for his amusement.  I knew that deep down I had no say in how he wanted to use me.  Sure, I had a safe word, but I had never had to use it, and ultimately there wasn’t much that I would not do for my Master.

       “My cock got hard off and on throughout the day slut…just thinking about fucking you, and hurting you, and whipping you.” 

       I moaned.  “Please Master…”

       “What is it slut?”

       “Please fuck me Master, please fuck me and let your slut cum.”

       He giggled.  “No slut, we are not even close to doing that yet.  Be patient pet, I am not going to be so generous with your hungry cunt cumming tonight.  Tonight is more about my pleasure.  If you are really good, and really suffer for me, I may let you come.”

       I moaned and whined a little because I really did want to cum.  I am horny all the time, and before Master really took charge of me, I was left to my own devices to masturbate any time I wanted.  I am used to cumming when I want to, and that is not how my Master operates.

               Master walked away and came back with some rope and nipple clamps.  “Let’s get you dressed shall we?”

       I nodded.  I loved it when Master used rope to bind me, and accentuate my tits.  Master had me stand still while he used the rope to create a breast harness, and did several figure 8’s to tie my tits tightly.  When he was done, he tied the two ropes off very well, which tightened everything in and made my tits start to swell.  He turned me around and gave each tit a few hard slaps.  Whack, whack, whack!!!  It stung but it also felt good to know that he had me tied up and could inflict pain on my because I was his slut and I belonged to him.

       Once my breast harness was in place, Master created a crotch rope.  He brought both layers of rope through the slit of my pussy, and into my ass crack, very tightly.  He tied a few knots so they would rub directly onto my clit and cause it pain and pleasure at the same time.  He inserted a vibrating egg into my pussy so he could turn the speed on the remote and time he wanted to and I was helpless to stop him.

       Master reached behind me and tugged on the crotch rope, causing it to tighten in my pussy and making me wet all over, from the wonderful feel of rope to the pain of it being tugged.

       Maser guided me to the bed and had me sit down.  It was difficult and it tightened both the crotch rope and the breast harness.  Master knelt before me and began working my nipples until they each got hard enough to clamp.  Master tightened my nipple clamps to each nipple and he sat back to enjoy his handiwork.  Once the clamps were on, I gasped for breath and tried to get used to it.

       “Here slut, I want you to hold the chain in your mouth.”

       With that, Master pulled the chain up and met my mouth with it.  I knew it was going to hurt, but I leaned forward and took the chain from him, grasping it between my teeth as I tried to lift my head back up.  I felt like my nipples were going to be pulled right out of my tits.  The pain was intense.  “I want you to sit there like this slut, with the chain in your mouth.  I am going to go take a shower, you are to remain here and keep this chain pulled tight and I want you to work through the pain until you start to enjoy the sensation.  When I come back I had better see you still in place as I left you, can you do that for me slut?”

       “Yes Master,” I answered while struggling to speak and hold the chain between my teeth at the same time.  I looked at my Master with love as he left the room to take the shower, leaving me in pain and pleasure.