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It was dark. Dark as midnight in a coal mine. In the center of a loft apartment, Diane knelt on the hard wooden floor alone. How long she had been there she hadn’t a clue. Aside from the inky blackness that surrounded her it was silent except for the ticking of a clock on the wall. That incessant tick, tick, tick was driving her slowly mad. She couldn’t see the clock, couldn’t tell what time it was, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. With every tick the clock reminded her that she had been left alone her in this damnable darkness. Alone.

Her Master had brought her to this place promising her a night she would never forget. They had left their home earlier that evening (or was it yesterday?) and as soon as they had gotten in the car, he turned to her and handed her a blindfold.

“Put this on. I want this to be a surprise,” he told her. Trusting him implicitly, Diane did not hesitant to follow his direction. Once she was blindfolded and unable to see, he started the car moving. She had no idea how long they traveled or in what direction. She was merely along for the ride.

After some indeterminate amount of time, they car suddenly stopped. “Keep that blindfold on. I will tell you when you can remove it,” he warned her.

Yes, Master,” she said.  She was taken from the car and led through a squeaky door. She heard his footsteps on the wood floor as they walked into the center of the room. As he proceeded to tie her hands behind her back, he spoke to her.

“Do you trust me, sub?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

“Do you TRUST me?”

“Yes, Master. I trust you above all else,” she repeated.

“Good. Tonight is a special night. Tonight you will be taken places you have never been before. I have plans for you that will be new experiences for you. And you will need to trust me and trust that what I do, I do for your good.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Kneel then,” he commanded and helped her to her kneel. Diane knelt on the hard floor, knees apart and her head lowered still wearing the blindfold. She heard his footsteps as he walked away and the frightening sound of the door clicking shut behind him.

She shivered slightly in anticipation and apprehension. Although her trust in her Master was absolute, her imagination kept egging her. Something just wasn’t right; she could smell her own fear. The silence frightened her, the darkness frightened her; the time frightened her. Had he forgotten her or was he intentionally doing this to get this reaction? Knowing his memory she honestly couldn’t tell and as the moments dragged on, she truly began to doubt herself. What was he thinking? What was he planning for her? Her thoughts raced as she knelt there, helpless and alone in the darkness.

Suddenly, she heard the door click and the squeak of the hinges as it opened. Footsteps. And voices! Two voices! A man’s voice and a woman’s and neither of them she could recognize! What was happening?

“My, my, Michael certainly was right when he said she is a lovely thing!” the man said.

“Yes, she will be such fun!” said the woman.

Diane was mortified! Here she was completely naked, helpless, and exposed to two people she didn’t know who were talking about her like she was their sex toy! She couldn’t have been more shamed and humiliated if she tried!

“What is going on? Who are you? Where is my Mmpphh!” she said as she was cut off by the man’s hand covering her mouth.

“Goodness! She certainly is a talkative one! I suppose we will have to do something about that!” the woman said. The next thing she knew a ball gag had been put into her mouth, preventing her from protesting anymore.

“Now where to begin…” the man said as he gently stroked her cheek. Diane pulled away, still not sure of who these people were and what was going on.

“She doesn’t seem to be enjoying herself much, does she?” the woman said.

“No, it would seem not. But perhaps once we get started she may change her mind.” he said. She heard him rustle as he walked around behind her, the blindfold still preventing her from getting a good look at these two strangers.

Suddenly she felt herself hoisted into the air and stood up on her feet. “Stand there. Do not move,” he said. The tone of his voice had changed to a more stern, serious one now. She did as she was told.

Diane heard the sound of a chair scraping across the floor a few feet away. Then the man’s footsteps came back to her. He was behind her and he untied her wrists.

“Keep that blindfold on, slut, or there will be trouble,” he said in a low half-whisper. She nodded her head that she understood. She heard some more noises - unfamiliar noises and then she felt leather restraints going around each wrist.

“Please! What are you doing to me?” she whimpered.

“Quiet, slut. We are doing whatever we want to you,” he said.

“Please! Ple…” she whined again. But she was cut short by a sharp slap across the face. Not a real hard one, but enough to cause her to gasp at the shock of it.

“Now the next word will be much worse!” he warned. She decided to shut up at that point. She didn’t know what was going on or where her Master was to help her, but she knew she was no match for these two strangers.

Once the restraints were secured around her wrists, Diane’s arms were hoisted above her head until she was on her tiptoes, then lowered back down just enough for footing on the floor. She was stretched and unable to do much except hang there. Next she felt the same leather restraints going on her ankles and her legs were spread wide apart. Secured as she was, she was open and exposed and completely vulnerable. She felt her face turn red and flushed with embarrassment and humiliation at being trussed up like this in front of these unseen strangers.

“There, that should hold our little plaything.” the man said. “Now, ladies first!”

He took a seat in the chair as the woman approached Diane. She slowly walked around her, the clicking of her high heels sounding alarmingly loud to Diane’s ears. She leaned forward pulling Diane’s head to her own and kissed her passionately as her hands roamed over the bound girls body. Slowly and gently her hands explored every inch of her and their kiss grew more erotic and heated.

The woman slowly began to undress Diane. As she unbuttoned her blouse slowly her tongue danced with Diane’s, her hands found her breasts and through her shirt she began to caress them. Diane moaned involuntarily at the touch of the woman’s hands on her and with each button she unfastened a soft intense moan escaped from her lips.

The woman parted her blouse, now hanging limply draped from her shoulders and with Diane’s arms still securely bound above her head, she brought her sultry lips to her right breast and gently sucked Diane’s already hard nipple into her wanting mouth. She moaned loudly for her mouth felt so good where it was…

Diane felt her passion building deep within her, this woman’s touch as well as the fact she was bound and blindfolded in front of these strangers had a strange and exciting effect on her, she could feel her pussy dripping with her sweetness and she craved to have her taste it all!

She was going to get her wish soon enough. The woman suddenly stopped what she was doing and without a word knelt down on the floor in front of Diane. Unfastening the little leather dress belt around her waist, the woman then unfastened the button holding her skirt together in front. It dropped off her and fell silently behind the girl. 

“Well well, would you look at this! Our little girl isn’t wearing any panties! Aren’t you the little slut!” she said.

Diane just blushed once more, knowing that there was nothing she could hide now.

“I said aren’t you the little slut!” she repeated. Diane couldn’t see it coming, but suddenly she felt a sharp pain on her right nipple. The woman had reached up and grabbed her nipple and was pinching and twisting it excruciatingly hard!

“OWWCH!” Diane cried out, kicking and twisting as best she could. But escape was impossible.

“You’d better say it before I rip this little nipple clear off you!” the woman warned.

“Yes! Yes!” Diane cried.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I am a little slut! Yes! Oh, please!”

“That’s more like it,” she said. She resumed her place kneeling in front of Diane.

“What a pretty pussy, you have my dear. And it is dripping wet! The smell of your pussy is driving me wild.”

The woman touched Diane, running her hands across the girl’s body, feeling every inch of her under her hands. The woman’s lips found the inside of her thighs and she began placing kisses on Diane’s tender flesh, working her way up to her pussy, and stopping just shy of it as Diane squirmed in the anticipation - not knowing if she will touch her with her tongue or tease her once more!

“Shall we see what this slut can do, my dear?” Diane heard the man say. She didn’t know what he meant but she knew it wouldn’t be good!

“Why you mischievous little devil! What a simply delicious idea!” she woman commented. A little rustling and then the woman was back in front of her. Diane heard a click and a soft sound, one she couldn’t quite make out.

Diane was totally unprepared for what happened next. How could she be? She was bound and blindfolded, helpless to resist and as vulnerable as she possibly could be. She felt something pressing against her a split second before the vibrations hit her. Diane squealed as she realized what was happening to her - the woman had pressed a vibrator into her sex.

“That’s right slut, this vibrator will have you dancing in your restraints in no time!” The woman said. And Diane could tell already that she wasn’t kidding. She could feel the vibrations taking control of her and strumming her swollen clit as Diane stood there twisting and writhing in a futile attempt to rid herself of the buzzing hell.

“She sure seems to be enjoying herself! How is that my dear? How do you like our little game so far?” the man said.

“P-please! Oh, goddd! Please, stop!” Diane whimpered.

“Stop? But my dear, we are only getting started! Don’t you want to see what other treats we have in store for you?”

With that, Diane heard the man get up and a drawer being pulled open. Some metallic rattling and the she felt her nipple being pinched hard.

“OWWCH!” Diane said.

“Now, now, you’ll get used to these clamps in a bit,” he said. And she felt her other nipple being clamped as well. Her nipples burned and her pussy was being overrun with sensations. Diane was being driven insane with lust from all the sensations her poor mind was experiencing.

“OHHH! Ohhh pleeeaze…” she whined again. She could almost feel their wicked smiles from behind the blindfold.

Diane was just about at the end of her abilities to keep her orgasm under control. Her Master knew how to keep her right on the edge but these people did not know her as well as he did. She was about to bust despite her trying her best to prevent it. Suddenly she heard a loud smack - and felt nothing!

“I said I didn’t want this slut to cum until I was ready! Now pay attention you fucking whore!” he said, sounding very angry.“

“I-I’m sorry Master! Please forgive me! I got carried away!” the woman said. So this woman was a submissive like herself!

“You’d better learn to listen or you will be taking her place. And not for the pleasure she is receiving either!”

“Yes, Master!”

“Now put that vibrator down and get in there and eat this slut’s pussy!” he said. Diane felt the woman’s face pushed hard into her crotch and then her tongue parting her slick slit. Her warm wet tongue knew just where to go too, not wasting a moment finding her clit and beginning to tease it. Diane shook in her restraints as the tongue played over her throbbing nub strumming her like Carlos Santana on the guitar! Diane moaned and writhed with renewed energy as the girl brought her closer and closer to exploding.

“BACK!” the man said grabbing her by the hair and jerking her backwards. Diane moaned as she felt the woman peeled away. The emptiness was worse that the teasing!

“Please don’t stop! please, please, please!” she whimpered desperately.

“So now you want MORE? You sluts - you can never seem to make up your minds!”

The woman’s face was again pressed into Diane’s pelvis and once again her tongue went after Diane’s clit with a fearsome vengeance. Diane was being brought back to the very edge of oblivion. Just a little more… a little….

“Oh PLEASE!! Please let me cum!” Diane cried as the woman was once more jerked from her position.

“You will cum when and if I deem it and not a moment before slut!” he said, tugging on the chain between the two nipple clamps.

“OHHH! YES, SIR!”

“That is better. Now if you beg me real nice, I may let my pet here make you cum. Would you like that, slut? Would you like me to let her get you off?”

“Oh yes! Oh God please! I want to cum! I want to cum sooo much! Please!”

The woman’s face was pushed once more into Diane’s pussy. Diane tossed her head back as she felt her tongue working her pussy again. Diane worked her hips back and forth and up and down on the woman’s tongue, teasing her clit. Diane ground her pussy into her face, working her hips once more, lost in the pure ecstasy the woman was creating deep within her.

She began working her tongue further down Diane’s slit, letting her tongue slide in slowly, fucking her with her tongue, slowly yet firmly.

Diane and this strange woman were both so into one another, Diane didn’t notice the man had moved around behind her. Suddenly he was pressing himself against her backside. Diane felt his cock at her ass and she ground it back into him, wanting to feel his cock in her and the woman’s tongue in her together!

She felt the head of his cock work its way into her pussy from behind and she moaned again as she felt herself letting him in without hesitation.

Diane felt him working his cock in deeper and deeper into her… she pushed herself back against him, as his cock went in as deep as it could. Just as she felt it couldn’t get more erotic, she felt the woman’s tongue go deeply into her pussy. Diane began to lose control and her hips started working in both directions, letting herself feel all the pleasures of her two lovers.

As Diane felt the hard throbbing cock leave her, she felt the woman’s wet hot wild tongue enter her, giving her the ultimate pleasure.

All three of them begin thier journey into complete ecstasy, Diane could feel his cock swell and she could feel the woman’s tongue become more aggressive with her pussy, wanting her to taste her deeper.

They were all moaning and letting themselves go, feeling it building deep within them. Diane began feeling herself getting closer and she could feel herself wanting to release her passions.

“OHHHFUUUCKKK!” she screamed as she started to cum on the tongue lapping at her pussy and she could feel his cock adding his hot cum to her own.

As Diane shook and shuddered through her orgasm, the woman kept licking and tonguing her clit. The man did his part as well slapping and mauling at her tits, together they kept her twisting and bucking against the ropes that held her so tightly. She thought she would pass out from the exhilaration of the tremendous orgasm she was experiencing when finally the unseen pair relented and allowed her to regain her senses. As she slowly came back from the delirium, she somehow realized the unseen pair had disappeared, leaving her once again alone in the room.

Diane hung there from her restraints as she regained her strength and calmed herself. Her senses now recovered she began to worry about her Master. Why had he left, where was he? Why hasn’t he come back for her? Her imagination began to take hold of her and she started thinking all kinds of possibilities - none of which made her feel better about her situation. She was just about in a panic when she heard the familiar sound of someone unlocking the door.

The key turned and the click of the latch echoed suddenly as the door swung open. A single set of heavy footsteps this time, walking up to her. She felt a pair of hands behind her head and then the brightness of the room’s light. She closed her eyes instinctively, here eyes slowly getting accustomed to the light again. As she was able to focus and she could see once again she saw her beloved Master standing in front of her.

“OH Master! Oh I am so happy to see you! Where did you go? Who were those people?” she asked all in one breath. Diane hung there shaking in her bonds, wanting more than anything to be released so she could throw her arms around her Master’s neck. Her Master, though had other ideas.

He stood there silently, appraising everything in a glance. He studied her and studied her bonds. He watched her intently noting her reactions and her condition. Despite her joy in seeing him again, she now found herself trembling under the intensity of his stare; her desire to please him had risen to obsession. She counted each throbbing heart beat as it pounded in her chest, waiting for him to say something, to take her down and hold her. The longer he delayed, the greater her fear that she had somehow messed up, that something was not right, that she had failed.

He stepped up closer to her and she exhaled the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding only to inhale the scent of him; his cologne and the warm rich smell of the leather trench coat he wore. Extending his arm, he placed his hand to her cheek and she nuzzled his palm like a loving cat.

“Mmmnn, I see I have been missed.”

“Oh yes, Sir, yes, I have missed your touch. I have missed it and I have missed you,” she whispered, lowering her eyes to the floor as he traced the fullness of her lips with the ball of his thumb. When his hand fell away she raised her eyes once more to his, swimming in the almost amber depths of them. Within that hungering glance, so bright with need, was all her desire, all her surrender, all her willingness to obey his slightest command. She could feel her pussy grow slick from just this small touch, this one look.

“I-I was afraid you weren’t coming back. I was so scared,” she said, and she started trembling again.

“My sweet, sweet pet, I never left you. I was here in the room, sitting in that chair the whole time. I saw everything that happened to you and everything you did in response. I would never leave you alone like that.”

“You were here? The whole time?” she asked incredulously.

“Yes, pet. The whole time,” he said.

Leaning forward, his hand slid around behind her head into the tumble of silken blond hair and pulled her face forward. He kissed her hungrily, at once staking out his domain and reaffirming his possession of her body, her mind, her spirit. Their tongues coiled like two pythons making love, his free hand slid slowly down her body, along the curve of her breast, over her already thick nipple and lower still, across the soft plane of her stomach to the flare of her hips and inward, his fingers following the heat radiating from her pussy.

Gasping, she broke the kiss as three thick fingers plunged smoothly between the splayed lips of her pussy. Instinctively she spread her legs wider as her Master twisted and thrust his fingers deeper, stroking the quivering walls of her pussy as his head dropped lower and his lips found her nipple.

Back arched, she fed him one of her breasts, moaning as his hot tongue circled the halo of satiny flesh surrounding her nipple and his hand dropped from her head to grasp lower, his fingers digging deep into the flesh of her ass cheek.

She felt the edges of his teeth grazing her nipple as he sucked, his fingers stirring her boiling pussy into a boiling froth as another finger was added, stretching her wider as he continued to devour her. Groaning out she threw her head back, mouth open and her body burning with the fire he commanded.

“Please take me down, Master. Please let me... let me undress you,” she begged as her Master held his fingers in the tight wet grip of her pussy. “Please let me serve you.”

Straightening, her Master looked at her, a slow smile spreading across his face. Nodding, he pulled his hand free of her, holding his dripping fingers up to her mouth, she immediately began cleaning his hand, her pink tongue swiping around his fingers as the flavor of her own sweet syrup filled her mouth. Once finished, he took her down from her hanging bonds and massaged her arms to work out the stiffness her position had caused. Now limbered up again, she slid her hands up and under his coat, pushing back until it cleared his shoulders and slid back and down along his strong arms.

Circling around behind him, she pulled his long, black trenchcoat off and carried it to a chair he had been sitting on the whole time she was being toyed with. She returned and faced him, her delicate hands carefully un-knotting his rich black tie, enjoying the feel of the expensive silk as she slid it from beneath his collar. Next was the crisp white shirt, which she unbuttoned slowly, baring the expanse of his thick well-defined chest a little at a time. Eyes lowered, she suppressed a sigh as her palms glided down along his hot skin to his waist. The feel of his powerful chest, with the muscles underneath rippling and moving as he breathed, made her already sopping pussy ooze even more.

With the shirt gone, she knelt, her hands sliding down along his taunt stomach, following the thin trail of soft black hair to his shiny black leather belt and pants. After unbuckling his belt and unfastening his slacks, she slid the zipper down, listening to the hiss as it opened to reveal the coiled mass of her Master’s thick shaft. Hands moving out to either hip, she tugged downward, sliding his tailored Armani pants down to his ankles only to look up again and see her Master’s length bobbing freely just before her face.

She had always loved that he didn’t wear underwear, loved the idea that that part of him was never very far from her grasp, from her mouth, or from any part of her that he wished to put it. Looking up into her Master’s eyes, she anxiously awaited his indulgence, trying not to let the eagerness overwhelm her.

He looked down at her, silently kneeling, causing his cock to flex, the bloated head of his cock swelling barely an inch from her waiting mouth. In his mind he was ticking off the moments, testing her patience, her discipline until he was finally satisfied and he spoke.

“Serve me, slut.”

She almost purred, cradling his length in her small, pale hands. Lovingly parting her lips to swallow him, guiding his cock deep into her mouth, the flat of her tongue pressed against the sensitive underside until she could feel his pulse in every throb and twitch.

Inside, she swelled with renewed pride as her efforts began causing her Master to groan with new pleasure, grunting as he thrust in and out of her hungry mouth, her throat flexing each time the head of his cock nudged deeper causing her to gulp at the invasion. Slick with spit, his thick shaft slid in and out of her full, soft lips while she sucked noisily, her hands massaging his sac, feeling his balls shifting around, filling with cum. 

“Mmmnnnhhhnnnh,” she moaned as she sucked him deeper, giving her mouth up to him as he began fucking her face outright. His hands were tangled in her hair, pulling her face down to the very base of his shaft and she submitted. His hard-thrusting cock gagging her with each stab and she submitted. His sac swelling in her hands, trails of hot spit running down from her chin, pooling in her hands, and she submitted. She was his, all his, and would be until he decided otherwise…

Her Master stood before her, his legs braced, pants tangled about his ankles, ass cheeks flexing each time he drove his shaft deep into his slut’s willing mouth. Looking down at the girl kneeling in submission on the floor between his thighs, he smiled at how passionately she served him. Her soft hands were alternately massaging and squeezing his sac, slickened by the hot spit that had dribbled down off his cock and pooled in her palms. She was lost in the moment, devouring her Master’s thick, throbbing shaft like it was her salvation, her first meal after a long starvation.

And this was not far from the truth. He had kept her at a distance for some weeks now with only minimal contact and no sex of any type, forbidding her even the hollow indulgence of masturbation in the meantime. And then, as was his way, He had called for her and as was her way, she had come, eagerly and without hesitation. The time she had spent denied his presence, his touch, had been torture for her but the discipline she’d been taught long ago had kept her sane while the hunger burned in her belly and caused her pussy to drool at the slightest hint of him. Now she was with him again, he had returned from wherever he had been and all that mattered was the here, the now, his cock filling her mouth. She was in heaven.

Groaning around his thrusting shaft as a second climax rippled through her, she realized this beginning was only intensifying her appetite. Her Master had a dark, sensually creative mind that devised all manner of ways that he might plunder her lush body. As she continued slurping noisily on his thick, veiny length, she wondered which ways he would try on her tonight.

Feeling the way his sac had grown tight, his balls bloated in her hands, she knew she had brought her Master to the brink of release. Pursing her lips around his shaft, she looked up at him and began slowing her pace, lengthening the strokes she made on his cock. Longer, slower strokes now; she sucked from the swollen head all the way to the base and held it before sliding slowly back off leaving his meat glistening with a fresh glaze of spit only to repeat the entire process again. His hands fell away from her hair, allowing her to do this, loving the way her tongue slid along the sensitive underside of his shaft.

“Yessss… Serve me,” he moaned, his cock flexing in her mouth as she sucked him, her hands still squeezing his shifting balls.

Still staring up at him, she eased her mouth off him for a moment, squeezing his sac even tighter when she did.

“Feed me please, Master. Please, I beg you. I am so hungry for you,” she hissed and then took his shaft to the back of her throat once more, steadily increasing the pace again. Jaws flexing, he knew the time was getting closer, cum was boiling inside him, ready to erupt. She was his possession, his property, when she hungered he must feed her.

Reaching down suddenly with one hand, He clutched a mass of hair at the back of her head and snatched her mouth back and off of him while his other hand gripped his wet pole and began squeezing and stroking it, aiming the mushroom-shaped head at her now gaping mouth.

“NNNGGGHHH!” he groaned as his body went rigid and a thick rope of pearly cum arced from his cock and splattered across her cheek only to be followed by a second spurt that jetted directly into her mouth, pooling on her outstretched tongue. Still stroking his shaft as more cum oozed out, he dragged it across her face, smearing the cum from her cheek back to her lips where she could suck and lick it easily.

Letting go of his cock, he swiped two fingers through the remaining cum on her upturned face and fed it to her, allowing her to suck his fingers like a nursing baby.

“Yesss, that’s it, my slut needs her protein to stay strong.”

“MmmnnHH, yesss, yes, yes, your slut does. Mmmnnn hmmnnn,” she moaned, continuing to suck his fingers clean.

Releasing her tussled blond hair, he stepped clear of his pants, leaving them in a heap as he moved away, leaving her to crawl beside him, kissing and licking his fingers as she did.

Reaching the far wall, he stopped and looked down at her. “Stand up,” he ordered.

She rose off her hands and knees immediately only to have him shove her hard against the wall, her face turned to the side and pressed hard against the wall, held in place by her hair. Before a question could form in her mind he was upon her, his cock curved upward and wedged between her soft ass cheeks, one of his hands gripping her throat from behind while his other reached around, the fingers digging savagely into her syrupy pussy as his palm ground down hard on her throbbing bud.

Close to her ear, his voice was a hot, clipped whisper. “I will show you what you missed. You will beg. You will moan. I will fuck your ass. I will fuck your pussy. You will feel my fingers squeezing your throat as I ride you, fucking you so hard you will pass out.”

Back arched, driving her pelvis into his roughly groping hand, she moaned, feeling the night air on her bared skin, the curtains fluttering, sliding over her erect nipples.

“Oh yes Master, yes, take me, take me your way. Fuck me with your cock, Master, take me, take me!”

Biting down on the side of her neck, sucking at the sensitive flesh, he began rubbing his pulsing cock up and down along the satiny crease between her creamy ass cheeks, his sac brushing against her pussy as she pushed her ass back into him. She felt his fingers flexing, just short of choking her and she was amazed at the way that made the quivering in her pussy all the more intense. Here, open to view to any of the windows of the nearby buildings, she was naked and about to be taken by her Master and she loved every moment of it.

Suddenly she felt the fingers slide from her pussy, trailing her hot syrup only to feel them again, this time on her ass hole, rubbing her sticky cream all over the rim. She didn’t need to ask why, she knew what it was for. And just as she thought this, He pressed the two fingers into her, the tight ring trembling as it stretched opening to the invasion.

“Nnnnhhhnn,” she moaned, biting down on her lower lip as his fingers stabbed and twisted deeper up inside her ass. Deeper, until his knuckles were pressed against her ass cheeks and he began to scissor them apart, spreading her hole wide. “NNNGGGHHH,” she gasped, squirming slightly as he continued opening her snug hole.

“Is this MY ass?”

“Yes! Y-yes Master! Y-yessss,” she muttered through the searing hot sensations radiating outward from her ass hole.

“What did you say? Louder. Is this my ass?”

“Ohhh YES, Master, yours, your ass, your assss…”

Reaching out, she braced herself, gripping the window frame as she felt her Master move back, releasing her throat for a moment, long enough to press the head of his pulsing cock to her straining hole.

“Oh God, Master, ohhh…”

Lunging forward, he plunged into her velvet depths, filling her with his cock in one long, slow stroke. Grunting as he felt his cock stretch her limits, he paused, allowing her time to adjust before beginning his assault on her ass, pistoning his cock in and out between her round ass, their skin smacking together echoing in the dark, empty loft.

He reached up again, gripping her throat as her ass flexed wildly, gripping around his stabbing shaft. Bucking like some primal animal, he fucked her hard, growling with passion as he took from her what was his, took from her what she had surrendered gladly. And then he felt it again, the tightening, the spark that came just before the eruption. Squeezing her throat tighter and gripping one of her wildly swaying breasts underneath, he pounded his cock harder than ever before inside her.

Plunging…

Plunging…

Plunging…

“NNNNGGHHHGHH!” he roared, every muscle in his body tensing suddenly as his cock exploded inside her asshole. Jammed deep, his cock writhed and twisted, flooding the tightly clinging tunnel with a frothy load of thick cum until it couldn’t hold anymore and the excess was oozing out of her ass in milky rivers that trickled down the insides of her thighs.

“NOW!” he shouted suddenly and obediently what had been building in her belly uncoiled and a climax unlike any other erupted inside her. Releasing her throat she screamed out across the city in ecstasy.

“YEEESSSS!”

Howling out their mutual pleasure, they continued grinding against one another, bodies gleaming with the sweat of their efforts, neither prepared to douse the inferno they had lit. Her ass was his, she had milked him dry but she knew, she knew there would be more.

Her Master had always overwhelmed her - one of the prime reasons she was his - so she knew, very soon, other surprises waited.

Smoothing his broad hands along her arched back, from her shoulders down to her firm ass cheeks and back up again, he continued riding her. He could see his thick shaft disappearing inside her, sliding slowly in and out of her velvety hole now made slick from the rush of cum he’d filled her with. The overflow of frothy cream spilled down the backs of her thighs in milky rivers, ultimately pooling on the floor between her smallish feet. He had taken her ass forcefully because he enjoyed it and because he was well aware of her appetite for being handled roughly and passionately yet not abused. Her surrender and lack of fear spoke volumes for the trust she had in him, the trust he demanded, and the trust he must forever remain worthy of.

As she moved her hips in small circles, clutching at him with the strong muscles of her hot tunnel, he knew he had accepted an ideal candidate. As a novice, an initiate, she had excelled and evolved; she learned quickly and immersed herself in His service, forever eager to please. That most important of transitions: his pleasure becoming her pleasure, had already taken place. She was a good girl. A very, very good girl.

Hands on the backs of her shoulders, he gripped and pushed forward. Giving in immediately she bent at the waist, reaching downward until her hands were clutching her ankles. Lustrous blond hair spilling forward in front of her face she hissed as this shift in position seemed to drive her Master’s length even deeper inside her, making it feel even larger than before. As she settled in to the new angle, her ass bouncing back against him she realized he had something in his hand and was moving that hand between her thighs. After hearing a click, she felt simultaneously the cool curved plastic surface of something barely larger than a bullet pressed against the fleshy hood over her clit and the thrumming vibration it was creating. The intense tingling that produced was immediate and her pussy shuddered as the vibe pressed to her clit brought it alive with a renewed hunger.

“MMNNNHHH,” she moaned loudly, feeling a climax explode so easily inside her, though she was surprised at how little time it took. As she came, the spasms inside her pussy caused ripples along the underside of his shaft still plunging in and out of her asshole. With the small, powerful vibe in his palm, he was now thrusting three fingers into her pussy while increasing the speed that he was skewering her from behind.

Breasts swaying beneath her, her cleavage slick with sweat, she moaned out her pleasure at the new reward she was being given, knowing that this was purely for her pleasure now and accepting it gladly. Spreading her legs wider, as wide as she could, she continued swallowing His cock with her ass while his knowing fingers stroked the syrupy insides of her pussy and his palm kept the vibe pressed hard against her now-swollen clit, driving her insane with lust.

Hunched forward, one hand between her thighs, his other hand sliding around beneath to grasp roughly at her softly rounded breasts, he pumped her vigorously. And with every deep stroke, every thrust of his fingers and clutch of his hand, she only moaned and begged for more, taking all he wanted to give and loving it all for him giving it to her.

Straightening suddenly, he released her breast only to reach up and grab a handful of her hair, yanking her head up and back, body following and still connected by his pulsing cock lodged deep inside her.

Taking a few steps back from the wall, he then forced her to all fours on the floor in front of him. She looked up at His smiling face.

“You have had a long day, my little slut. Are you ready to go home?”

Yes, Master,” she said nuzzling against his leg. As he walked out of the room, Diane happily crawled along behind him… led by the chain around the collar her Master had given her.