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She knew she shouldn't be here. There was someone waiting on her at
home that loved her and she loved in return. She wondered why his love
wasn't enough. Why she couldn't be happy with the tender way he loved her.
Why she yearned for a Master's touch. They were happy, or at least he
thought. How could he understand the cravings she felt to be d****d over a
man's knee, to feel the warm fire of heat that a spanking gave her. Or how
being suspended and flogged made her feel more desire than she could ever
explain to him.
She knew as soon as she walked through the Master's doors she'd forget
all the tender moments her lover and she had shared earlier that night.
She knew as well that she would think about these needs hours after she had
left her Master. She needed her lover and they had shared so many
wonderful years together. But her Master, he was like the air she
breathed, she needed the feelings and emotions he made her feel.
She walked up to the door and knocked. The door was answered by his
servant and as usual he took her coat and purse. She walked into the
bathroom and stripped off her clothing. Then opening the long black box
she put on her ankle and wrist cuffs, and held the black leather collar in
her hands. She walked out of the bathroom and down the long dimly lit hall
to his study and opened the doors. She walked over in front of his desk
and kneeled, knowing he would be with her in moments.
She placed her hands on her knees and bowed her head, and heard the
slight creaking of the doors being opened. He came up behind her and
retrieved the collar she had placed beside her seconds earlier. She lifted
her long dark hair and felt the leather collar being placed around her
neck. Then she felt the coolness of silk covering her eyes, blocking out
all sight.
He lifted her roughly and she felt herself being led outside the doors
and down the hall.
Soon she felt the coolness of cement under her bare feet, and knew she
was in his dungeon. From memory she knew her surroundings. She began to
tremble in anticipation. He guided her over to the corner of the room and
placed her hands in suspension cuffs, she loved the feeling of the soft
fleece encasing her wrists. Her legs were roughly pushed apart and she
felt them both being closed in stronger cuffs. Then she felt her arms
being lifted until she was stretched up on her tip toes.
His hands began caressing her back with soft strokes. Then she felt the
texture of rabbit skin fur being rubbed down her long legs and across her
buttocks. She smelled the familiar smell of baby powder next as he rubbed
it over her shoulders and back and buttocks. She moaned under his soft
touch her head falling forward in abandonment. Then she felt the cool
board of his paddle on her bare buttocks. He brought the paddle down
lightly on her rear and she felt her body grow wet and hot with desire.
Then he worked up the strokes of the paddle until she was writhing and
moaning with the force behind each swing. She felt the familiar warmth
between her legs, and heat of her reddened buttocks. He continued using
the paddle until she was sobbing and then he stopped. Caressing her hair
and whispering words of soft praise in her ear. The strands of the suede
flogger caressed her back seconds later. The strands slowly slid between
her parted thighs and she arched into them.
The first strike of the flogger left her breathless under the impact.
He worked her body over with the flogger until tears streamed down her face
and she felt her body tighten in release. He let the strands of the
flogger strike against her sensitive breast and she felt them harden in
immediate response. She begged him to let her find release as the blows
continued to stimulate her every nerve. Then he gave her permission to
come and she felt her body explode into wonderful sensation. She was
floating, feeling her body dissolve into the wonderful sensation that only
he could bring her to. Tears were streaming down her face, and her
emotions had over flowed until she was slipping away from reality.
He brought her back to earth slowly with light caresses and whispers of
how wonderful a slave she was. Once she had quieted and her breathing had
become normal again he removed the blindfold. His hand tangled in her hair
and pulled her head back as he place gentle bites on her neck.
"There is someone with us today, my pet," he stated in a firm whisper as
he uncuffed her, holding her up for support.
She slowly turned and there in her Master's leather chair, was her
lover.
She walked over to him in a daze, feeling ashamed for betraying him.
She fell down at his feet in broken sobs and her lover began caressing her
hair.
" I have never seen you more beautiful then I have today," he whispered
to her. She lifted tear filled and startled eyes to him. Her lover took
her chin and lifted it slowly, placing a soft kiss on her lips.
"He has agreed to let me train him to be your Master, pet," her Master
stated.
"Sir," she whispered in soft respect," How did you know ?" she
questioned.
"As you live to serve and please me, pet," he stated," I in turn want
your happiness as well."
Epilogue
The couple continued training with the Master for many months after that
first night. He helped them find a solution that worked for both of them.
They still visit with him once a month and both of them will always be
grateful for the patience and unselfishness of giving his slave over to the
one that truly held her heart.
home that loved her and she loved in return. She wondered why his love
wasn't enough. Why she couldn't be happy with the tender way he loved her.
Why she yearned for a Master's touch. They were happy, or at least he
thought. How could he understand the cravings she felt to be d****d over a
man's knee, to feel the warm fire of heat that a spanking gave her. Or how
being suspended and flogged made her feel more desire than she could ever
explain to him.
She knew as soon as she walked through the Master's doors she'd forget
all the tender moments her lover and she had shared earlier that night.
She knew as well that she would think about these needs hours after she had
left her Master. She needed her lover and they had shared so many
wonderful years together. But her Master, he was like the air she
breathed, she needed the feelings and emotions he made her feel.
She walked up to the door and knocked. The door was answered by his
servant and as usual he took her coat and purse. She walked into the
bathroom and stripped off her clothing. Then opening the long black box
she put on her ankle and wrist cuffs, and held the black leather collar in
her hands. She walked out of the bathroom and down the long dimly lit hall
to his study and opened the doors. She walked over in front of his desk
and kneeled, knowing he would be with her in moments.
She placed her hands on her knees and bowed her head, and heard the
slight creaking of the doors being opened. He came up behind her and
retrieved the collar she had placed beside her seconds earlier. She lifted
her long dark hair and felt the leather collar being placed around her
neck. Then she felt the coolness of silk covering her eyes, blocking out
all sight.
He lifted her roughly and she felt herself being led outside the doors
and down the hall.
Soon she felt the coolness of cement under her bare feet, and knew she
was in his dungeon. From memory she knew her surroundings. She began to
tremble in anticipation. He guided her over to the corner of the room and
placed her hands in suspension cuffs, she loved the feeling of the soft
fleece encasing her wrists. Her legs were roughly pushed apart and she
felt them both being closed in stronger cuffs. Then she felt her arms
being lifted until she was stretched up on her tip toes.
His hands began caressing her back with soft strokes. Then she felt the
texture of rabbit skin fur being rubbed down her long legs and across her
buttocks. She smelled the familiar smell of baby powder next as he rubbed
it over her shoulders and back and buttocks. She moaned under his soft
touch her head falling forward in abandonment. Then she felt the cool
board of his paddle on her bare buttocks. He brought the paddle down
lightly on her rear and she felt her body grow wet and hot with desire.
Then he worked up the strokes of the paddle until she was writhing and
moaning with the force behind each swing. She felt the familiar warmth
between her legs, and heat of her reddened buttocks. He continued using
the paddle until she was sobbing and then he stopped. Caressing her hair
and whispering words of soft praise in her ear. The strands of the suede
flogger caressed her back seconds later. The strands slowly slid between
her parted thighs and she arched into them.
The first strike of the flogger left her breathless under the impact.
He worked her body over with the flogger until tears streamed down her face
and she felt her body tighten in release. He let the strands of the
flogger strike against her sensitive breast and she felt them harden in
immediate response. She begged him to let her find release as the blows
continued to stimulate her every nerve. Then he gave her permission to
come and she felt her body explode into wonderful sensation. She was
floating, feeling her body dissolve into the wonderful sensation that only
he could bring her to. Tears were streaming down her face, and her
emotions had over flowed until she was slipping away from reality.
He brought her back to earth slowly with light caresses and whispers of
how wonderful a slave she was. Once she had quieted and her breathing had
become normal again he removed the blindfold. His hand tangled in her hair
and pulled her head back as he place gentle bites on her neck.
"There is someone with us today, my pet," he stated in a firm whisper as
he uncuffed her, holding her up for support.
She slowly turned and there in her Master's leather chair, was her
lover.
She walked over to him in a daze, feeling ashamed for betraying him.
She fell down at his feet in broken sobs and her lover began caressing her
hair.
" I have never seen you more beautiful then I have today," he whispered
to her. She lifted tear filled and startled eyes to him. Her lover took
her chin and lifted it slowly, placing a soft kiss on her lips.
"He has agreed to let me train him to be your Master, pet," her Master
stated.
"Sir," she whispered in soft respect," How did you know ?" she
questioned.
"As you live to serve and please me, pet," he stated," I in turn want
your happiness as well."
Epilogue
The couple continued training with the Master for many months after that
first night. He helped them find a solution that worked for both of them.
They still visit with him once a month and both of them will always be
grateful for the patience and unselfishness of giving his slave over to the
one that truly held her heart.
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