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Come with me, my sweet..." Master Marcus' deep,
resonant voice commanded the pretty young wench. He led
Wendy, his slave for the evening, down the spiral
staircase of his big house in the countryside. Marcus
was a handsome man of thirty-four, with a stocky build,
a clean-shaven chin, and a head of wavy brown hair. His
black-leather outfit complemented his looks and frame
well.
When Wendy had first seen Marcus at the invitation-only
S&M party earlier that evening, she knew that he was
born for the role of a dominant man. She glanced his
way a few times, hoping that he would get the hint that
she was interested. Wendy was the kind of woman any man
- dominant or otherwise - would be happy to get to
know. She was a petite, yet very attractive twenty-two-
year-old woman with fine features.
She had long, sunflower-blonde hair that fell past her
shoulders, small but perky breasts, smooth vanilla
skin, and pouting red lips. She was wearing a bright
yellow dress with black pumps. Marcus came over and
introduced himself to her, while some loud music played
in the background. The two of them wasted little time
on small talk before getting down to business. Wendy
accepted Marcus' invitation to have a private session
at his house. She was a bit nervous, but for the most
part eager and excited to place herself in the hands of
this intriguing man.
A grandfather clock struck ten, when Marcus and Wendy
entered the foyer of his home. Marcus placed a black-
lace blindfold was placed around her eyes, and slowly
led her down the marble steps leading to his private
dungeon. Wendy held the crook of his arm, while walking
carefully, so as not to trip. "We are at the bottom of
the staircase now, Slave Wendy," he told her, still
keeping his grip on her arm. She was pleased that
Marcus already was using the proper terminology. He
escorted her into the cool, musty dungeon, which was
illuminated by four red candles kept on metal holders
affixed to the walls. Marcus let go of her arm. "Slave
Wendy, to fully appreciate the treatment you are about
to receive, your body must be fully exposed."
Wendy obediently removed her dress, underclothes, and
shoes, and Marcus took from her. "Thank you, my slave!
I will be back in just a second." Marcus carried her
clothes to the side table, and grabbed an item from it.
He took a moment to admire Wendy's nude body. He felt a
twinge of sensual desire, as he contemplated her
curvaceous buttocks and smooth legs. But he knew that
domination, not seduction, was what was called for. He
cleared his throat, to help keep his composure.
Wendy felt goosebumps forming on her bare skin. Even
though blindfolded, she could sense that Sir Marcus'
eyes were upon her naked and exposed form. This was
exciting to her, but she also worried that he might
find flaw with her. "I like your body, Slave Wendy - it
pleases me." Wendy breathed a sigh of relief. "Raise
your arms, please." Wendy raised her dainty arms
skyward. Marcus pulled a lever on the wall that
unleashed two metallic chains from the ceiling. Two
adjustable leather wristbands were at the end of each
chain. Wendy was a bit startled by the noise. Marcus
went to where she was standing, and fastened the chains
to her wrists. Wendy's arms were kept in their raised
positions, by these chains. She could bend her arms a
bit at the elbow, but could not keep them anywhere near
her sides.
"Thwak!" Wendy's body jerked involuntarily, the first
time Marcus' wooden paddle hit her squarely in the
buttocks.
"Ouch!" Wendy cried. After a brief pause, Marcus
brought down the paddle once more, with even greater
force.
"I do believe I am forgetting to hear the proper
gratitude from my slave, when I discipline her!"
"Thank you, Master!" whimpered the slave girl, as her
wrists made the heavy chains shake.
"That's better," Marcus said softly. He then proceeded
to slap both ass cheeks steadily, one cheek at a time,
until they were glowing hot pink from punishment.
Because Wendy remembered to say "Thank you, Master!"
after each blow, Marcus showed mercy, and stopped the
onslaught of blows after twenty. He ran his fingertips
across her inflamed buttocks, admiring his handiwork.
Wendy shivered at his gentle but firm touch.
More discipline was in order, after this brief respite.
Wendy bit her lip and bravely submitted to the small
metal clamps that her master placed on both of her
nipples. Marcus racked her bare skin with strokes from
a leather riding crop. Wendy's petite body twitched
from the steady, insistent slaps of the crop. When
Marcus tortured her erect pink nipples, still encased
in the metal clamps, she gasped loudly. It was an
exquisite pain, the kind that made her feel blissfully
alive.
"Oh, thank you, Master Marcus!" she whimpered, between
blows. When that riding crop found it's way between her
thighs, she bit her lip. Even though she could not see
a thing, she could certainly feel that leather crop
slapping back and forth between her milky-white thighs.
Marcus grinned as he hit her labia, with a few upward
strokes in the space between her legs. Wendy shivered
with lustful delight. She was sure she could feel her
pussy begin to get wet.
After delivering dozens of tiny blows to her body,
Marcus undid the shackles that bound Wendy's wrists.
"You are very brave, my pet," Marcus told her.
"Thank you, Master!" she said, moving her arms to get
some circulation back into them. Marcus led her to a
wooden rack, which was propped up against a side wall.
Wendy's skin was rich with fresh welts, which razed her
skin like stripes on a tiger. She was pleased that Sir
Marcus knew just how hard she needed this type of
punishment. She felt something small, cold, and wet
running over her bare body. She guessed that it was an
ice cube. Her master was sliding it all over her
breasts, stomach. She sighed with pleasure. That ice
was so soothing, after the torment she had just gone
through.
"Aahhh... That is so nice... Oh, thank you, Master!"
Wendy moaned, as Marcus slid the ice cube down her
back. "This is your little reward, for submitting so
well to me!" he told her. Already, Wendy was
contemplating what further rewards might be coming her
way, before the night was over...
Marcus helped her lie down on the rack, which was at a
ninety-degree angle from the floor. Her buttocks, still
smarting from the stinging blows administered by her
master's paddle, sank into the polished brown wood.
"Please spread your legs, and move your arms behind
you," Marcus commanded her. Wendy did as she was told.
He snapped a leather strap around each of her ankles
first, then her wrists. (All four straps were attached
to the corners of the rack.) Wendy was relieved that
she no longer had to stand, but she knew that her
session was not over yet.
She drew in a deep breath, upon feeling the first drop
of hot candle wax drop down onto her chest. Marcus was
holding the red candle (taken from it's holder)
directly above her prone body, tipping it so that drops
of hot wax fell down onto her skin. Wendy found this to
be quite stimulating. She writhed and wiggled around on
the wooden rack to which she was bound, eagerly
accepting the hot burning kiss of each drop of wax. Her
pain-loving senses were gloriously alive, as her
breasts and belly became covered with these tokens of
her master's special kind of love. "And how does my
slave like my candle-wax treatment?" he asked her, as
he let a couple of drops of hot wax fall onto her
thighs.
"Oh this is quite marvelous, Master! Thank you so
much!" Marcus was pleased by her gratitude, and put the
candle back in it's holder. The candle's drippings
dried rather quickly. He used a dull knife to remove
the red wax from Wendy's skin. His touch was deliberate
and careful, so he got the drippings off of her,
without cutting her skin.
Once Wendy's nude body was wax-free, Marcus tickled her
skin with a white dove's feather. Her girlish giggles
filled the stuffy dungeon air, as she submitted to the
gentle tickling. Marcus put the feather away, and
grabbed an item that was meant to give pleasure, rather
than inflict pain. He dubbed it 'The Silver Stallion'.
It was twelve inches of pure solid silver, phallicly
shaped. It was expensive, and was something Marcus kept
on hand for those females who especially pleased him
with their servitude. Wendy was a high-quality enough
slave to deserve the sensual pleasure that The Silver
Stallion could give.
"Oooohh..." Marcus' captive moaned loudly, as he poked
and rubbed the bulbous head of the silver dildo against
her bright-pink pussy lips. "That feels so stimulating,
Master, whatever it is..." She was quite aroused by
this point, and only getting wetter. Marcus worked the
silver phallus in and out of her slick snatch,
marveling at how the shaft was gleaming with her
juices. Wendy was going wild with pleasure, thrusting
her hips upwards to meet the stiff metal cock. Marcus
gradually worked more and more of the dildo inside
Wendy, pushing it in and pulling it out in steady
circular motions.
The more he ground the Silver Stallion into her
steaming pussy, the more of it she could take. Before
long, Marcus was able to stick three-quarters of the
dildo into Wendy, his fist (which was wrapped around
the base) bumping against her labia with each movement
of his hand. The rounded tip teased her g-spot, which
was truly her weakness. Her body actually changed
colors as she gave in to the overwhelming pleasure
Marcus was granting her.
Her mouth opened wide, spitting dirty talk as she
climaxed. "Oh yes, yes, YES!!! Fuck me, Master Marcus,
please fuck me!!!" Wendy cried as she experienced a
shattering orgasm. Her pussy muscles clamped down hard
upon the Silver Stallion, as though milking it dry.
Marcus just let the make-believe cock lie inside her,
until she finished the throes of orgasm. When her
breathing returned to normal, he withdrew the metallic
shaft from her pussy.
"You submitted to the Silver Stallion quite well, my
pet - now you must clean it!" He held the dildo up to
her lips. Wendy eagerly licked her love juices off of
the long shaft, until it was totally clean.
"Slave Wendy, I sincerely hope you enjoyed submitting
to me, as much as I have enjoyed disciplining you."
Wendy weakly nodded her head 'yes'. Marcus undid the
straps holding her ankles and wrists in place, then
took off her blindfold. Wendy felt a soft warm glow,
from inside. It was due to the heady combination of
searing pain and pure sensual pleasure that she had
just experienced, at the knowing hands of her new
master.
He helped her off the wooden rack, and let her lean
against him as he strolled over to the staircase.
"Where are we going now, Master?" Wendy asked softly.
"Upstairs, to the washing room, my sweet."
It was in the large, ornate bathroom that Marcus and
Wendy settled in for a nice, long hot bath. The tub was
more than large enough for the two of them. Wendy
remarked how good her master's body looked, out of his
leather uniform. She felt privileged to wash his naked
body with a soap and washcloth, in the tub. Afterwards,
they emerged from the hot water, and dried each other
off with clean blue cotton towels. Marcus put on a silk
bathrobe which was hanging on a peg by the door.
He grabbed the 'guest' bathrobe from a cabinet under
the sink. Wendy accepted it from him, and d****d it
over her nude, freshly-cleaned figure. Marcus turned to
face her. He tenderly cupped her chin in his hand. "So
beautiful, so young... and so willing!" he mused. Wendy
smiled at him demurely. She was falling in love with
this man, and so badly wanted him to be pleased with
her. Her heart skipped at least two beats when he
whispered in his ear that he wanted to "make love until
the morning sun raises over two weary, exhausted
bodies". She eagerly accepted his erotic invitation,
and the two of them went into the bedroom.
Marcus' large four-poster bed was rocked to it's very
foundations by the seemingly endless carnal interlude
Marcus and his new companion enjoyed together. Wendy
never left that house, for the rest of her days. She
found the balance of stern discipline and sensual
delight with Master Marcus, that she had been searching
for her entire adult life.
resonant voice commanded the pretty young wench. He led
Wendy, his slave for the evening, down the spiral
staircase of his big house in the countryside. Marcus
was a handsome man of thirty-four, with a stocky build,
a clean-shaven chin, and a head of wavy brown hair. His
black-leather outfit complemented his looks and frame
well.
When Wendy had first seen Marcus at the invitation-only
S&M party earlier that evening, she knew that he was
born for the role of a dominant man. She glanced his
way a few times, hoping that he would get the hint that
she was interested. Wendy was the kind of woman any man
- dominant or otherwise - would be happy to get to
know. She was a petite, yet very attractive twenty-two-
year-old woman with fine features.
She had long, sunflower-blonde hair that fell past her
shoulders, small but perky breasts, smooth vanilla
skin, and pouting red lips. She was wearing a bright
yellow dress with black pumps. Marcus came over and
introduced himself to her, while some loud music played
in the background. The two of them wasted little time
on small talk before getting down to business. Wendy
accepted Marcus' invitation to have a private session
at his house. She was a bit nervous, but for the most
part eager and excited to place herself in the hands of
this intriguing man.
A grandfather clock struck ten, when Marcus and Wendy
entered the foyer of his home. Marcus placed a black-
lace blindfold was placed around her eyes, and slowly
led her down the marble steps leading to his private
dungeon. Wendy held the crook of his arm, while walking
carefully, so as not to trip. "We are at the bottom of
the staircase now, Slave Wendy," he told her, still
keeping his grip on her arm. She was pleased that
Marcus already was using the proper terminology. He
escorted her into the cool, musty dungeon, which was
illuminated by four red candles kept on metal holders
affixed to the walls. Marcus let go of her arm. "Slave
Wendy, to fully appreciate the treatment you are about
to receive, your body must be fully exposed."
Wendy obediently removed her dress, underclothes, and
shoes, and Marcus took from her. "Thank you, my slave!
I will be back in just a second." Marcus carried her
clothes to the side table, and grabbed an item from it.
He took a moment to admire Wendy's nude body. He felt a
twinge of sensual desire, as he contemplated her
curvaceous buttocks and smooth legs. But he knew that
domination, not seduction, was what was called for. He
cleared his throat, to help keep his composure.
Wendy felt goosebumps forming on her bare skin. Even
though blindfolded, she could sense that Sir Marcus'
eyes were upon her naked and exposed form. This was
exciting to her, but she also worried that he might
find flaw with her. "I like your body, Slave Wendy - it
pleases me." Wendy breathed a sigh of relief. "Raise
your arms, please." Wendy raised her dainty arms
skyward. Marcus pulled a lever on the wall that
unleashed two metallic chains from the ceiling. Two
adjustable leather wristbands were at the end of each
chain. Wendy was a bit startled by the noise. Marcus
went to where she was standing, and fastened the chains
to her wrists. Wendy's arms were kept in their raised
positions, by these chains. She could bend her arms a
bit at the elbow, but could not keep them anywhere near
her sides.
"Thwak!" Wendy's body jerked involuntarily, the first
time Marcus' wooden paddle hit her squarely in the
buttocks.
"Ouch!" Wendy cried. After a brief pause, Marcus
brought down the paddle once more, with even greater
force.
"I do believe I am forgetting to hear the proper
gratitude from my slave, when I discipline her!"
"Thank you, Master!" whimpered the slave girl, as her
wrists made the heavy chains shake.
"That's better," Marcus said softly. He then proceeded
to slap both ass cheeks steadily, one cheek at a time,
until they were glowing hot pink from punishment.
Because Wendy remembered to say "Thank you, Master!"
after each blow, Marcus showed mercy, and stopped the
onslaught of blows after twenty. He ran his fingertips
across her inflamed buttocks, admiring his handiwork.
Wendy shivered at his gentle but firm touch.
More discipline was in order, after this brief respite.
Wendy bit her lip and bravely submitted to the small
metal clamps that her master placed on both of her
nipples. Marcus racked her bare skin with strokes from
a leather riding crop. Wendy's petite body twitched
from the steady, insistent slaps of the crop. When
Marcus tortured her erect pink nipples, still encased
in the metal clamps, she gasped loudly. It was an
exquisite pain, the kind that made her feel blissfully
alive.
"Oh, thank you, Master Marcus!" she whimpered, between
blows. When that riding crop found it's way between her
thighs, she bit her lip. Even though she could not see
a thing, she could certainly feel that leather crop
slapping back and forth between her milky-white thighs.
Marcus grinned as he hit her labia, with a few upward
strokes in the space between her legs. Wendy shivered
with lustful delight. She was sure she could feel her
pussy begin to get wet.
After delivering dozens of tiny blows to her body,
Marcus undid the shackles that bound Wendy's wrists.
"You are very brave, my pet," Marcus told her.
"Thank you, Master!" she said, moving her arms to get
some circulation back into them. Marcus led her to a
wooden rack, which was propped up against a side wall.
Wendy's skin was rich with fresh welts, which razed her
skin like stripes on a tiger. She was pleased that Sir
Marcus knew just how hard she needed this type of
punishment. She felt something small, cold, and wet
running over her bare body. She guessed that it was an
ice cube. Her master was sliding it all over her
breasts, stomach. She sighed with pleasure. That ice
was so soothing, after the torment she had just gone
through.
"Aahhh... That is so nice... Oh, thank you, Master!"
Wendy moaned, as Marcus slid the ice cube down her
back. "This is your little reward, for submitting so
well to me!" he told her. Already, Wendy was
contemplating what further rewards might be coming her
way, before the night was over...
Marcus helped her lie down on the rack, which was at a
ninety-degree angle from the floor. Her buttocks, still
smarting from the stinging blows administered by her
master's paddle, sank into the polished brown wood.
"Please spread your legs, and move your arms behind
you," Marcus commanded her. Wendy did as she was told.
He snapped a leather strap around each of her ankles
first, then her wrists. (All four straps were attached
to the corners of the rack.) Wendy was relieved that
she no longer had to stand, but she knew that her
session was not over yet.
She drew in a deep breath, upon feeling the first drop
of hot candle wax drop down onto her chest. Marcus was
holding the red candle (taken from it's holder)
directly above her prone body, tipping it so that drops
of hot wax fell down onto her skin. Wendy found this to
be quite stimulating. She writhed and wiggled around on
the wooden rack to which she was bound, eagerly
accepting the hot burning kiss of each drop of wax. Her
pain-loving senses were gloriously alive, as her
breasts and belly became covered with these tokens of
her master's special kind of love. "And how does my
slave like my candle-wax treatment?" he asked her, as
he let a couple of drops of hot wax fall onto her
thighs.
"Oh this is quite marvelous, Master! Thank you so
much!" Marcus was pleased by her gratitude, and put the
candle back in it's holder. The candle's drippings
dried rather quickly. He used a dull knife to remove
the red wax from Wendy's skin. His touch was deliberate
and careful, so he got the drippings off of her,
without cutting her skin.
Once Wendy's nude body was wax-free, Marcus tickled her
skin with a white dove's feather. Her girlish giggles
filled the stuffy dungeon air, as she submitted to the
gentle tickling. Marcus put the feather away, and
grabbed an item that was meant to give pleasure, rather
than inflict pain. He dubbed it 'The Silver Stallion'.
It was twelve inches of pure solid silver, phallicly
shaped. It was expensive, and was something Marcus kept
on hand for those females who especially pleased him
with their servitude. Wendy was a high-quality enough
slave to deserve the sensual pleasure that The Silver
Stallion could give.
"Oooohh..." Marcus' captive moaned loudly, as he poked
and rubbed the bulbous head of the silver dildo against
her bright-pink pussy lips. "That feels so stimulating,
Master, whatever it is..." She was quite aroused by
this point, and only getting wetter. Marcus worked the
silver phallus in and out of her slick snatch,
marveling at how the shaft was gleaming with her
juices. Wendy was going wild with pleasure, thrusting
her hips upwards to meet the stiff metal cock. Marcus
gradually worked more and more of the dildo inside
Wendy, pushing it in and pulling it out in steady
circular motions.
The more he ground the Silver Stallion into her
steaming pussy, the more of it she could take. Before
long, Marcus was able to stick three-quarters of the
dildo into Wendy, his fist (which was wrapped around
the base) bumping against her labia with each movement
of his hand. The rounded tip teased her g-spot, which
was truly her weakness. Her body actually changed
colors as she gave in to the overwhelming pleasure
Marcus was granting her.
Her mouth opened wide, spitting dirty talk as she
climaxed. "Oh yes, yes, YES!!! Fuck me, Master Marcus,
please fuck me!!!" Wendy cried as she experienced a
shattering orgasm. Her pussy muscles clamped down hard
upon the Silver Stallion, as though milking it dry.
Marcus just let the make-believe cock lie inside her,
until she finished the throes of orgasm. When her
breathing returned to normal, he withdrew the metallic
shaft from her pussy.
"You submitted to the Silver Stallion quite well, my
pet - now you must clean it!" He held the dildo up to
her lips. Wendy eagerly licked her love juices off of
the long shaft, until it was totally clean.
"Slave Wendy, I sincerely hope you enjoyed submitting
to me, as much as I have enjoyed disciplining you."
Wendy weakly nodded her head 'yes'. Marcus undid the
straps holding her ankles and wrists in place, then
took off her blindfold. Wendy felt a soft warm glow,
from inside. It was due to the heady combination of
searing pain and pure sensual pleasure that she had
just experienced, at the knowing hands of her new
master.
He helped her off the wooden rack, and let her lean
against him as he strolled over to the staircase.
"Where are we going now, Master?" Wendy asked softly.
"Upstairs, to the washing room, my sweet."
It was in the large, ornate bathroom that Marcus and
Wendy settled in for a nice, long hot bath. The tub was
more than large enough for the two of them. Wendy
remarked how good her master's body looked, out of his
leather uniform. She felt privileged to wash his naked
body with a soap and washcloth, in the tub. Afterwards,
they emerged from the hot water, and dried each other
off with clean blue cotton towels. Marcus put on a silk
bathrobe which was hanging on a peg by the door.
He grabbed the 'guest' bathrobe from a cabinet under
the sink. Wendy accepted it from him, and d****d it
over her nude, freshly-cleaned figure. Marcus turned to
face her. He tenderly cupped her chin in his hand. "So
beautiful, so young... and so willing!" he mused. Wendy
smiled at him demurely. She was falling in love with
this man, and so badly wanted him to be pleased with
her. Her heart skipped at least two beats when he
whispered in his ear that he wanted to "make love until
the morning sun raises over two weary, exhausted
bodies". She eagerly accepted his erotic invitation,
and the two of them went into the bedroom.
Marcus' large four-poster bed was rocked to it's very
foundations by the seemingly endless carnal interlude
Marcus and his new companion enjoyed together. Wendy
never left that house, for the rest of her days. She
found the balance of stern discipline and sensual
delight with Master Marcus, that she had been searching
for her entire adult life.
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