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The Initiation- Part 1
There was intensity about the situation, she knew what she was letting herself in for, or thought she did anyway, but the frisson of excitement coupled with extreme apprehension was palpable.
She was going to meet a master, she’d been introduced to him online but today was the first time she was going to meet him in person.
She’d been told exactly what to wear for this meeting, white blouse, black skirt, boots and a shelf bra. She had also been told under no circumstances to wear panties of any description.
She arrived at the address at the appointed time and descended the stairs to the basement flat and rang the bell. After what seemed like an eternity the door opened and a young girl dressed in a maids outfit opened the door. She smiled and told her to enter and to follow her. She wandered down a long passageway to another door, studded and imposing in its size.
The maid knocked on the door and then opened it, beckoning her to follow. She entered what can only be described as a dungeon in its appearance with two main features that caught her eye immediately, one was a padded leather bench in the middle of the room and the other was a wooden cross shaped device on the central wall with cuffs attached to the topmost and bottom most supports.
She had been previously instructed not to talk or ask any questions but to follow any instructions given without question. In to the room, dressed from head to foot in black came the master. She reckoned him to be in his sixties with white hair and a short white beard. What she noticed most about him were his piercing blue eyes that seemed to appraise her intensely from the minute he looked at her.
He walked around her looking her up and down and made no sound as he took her in, she felt unnerved but excited at the same time. She wanted to talk but knew that to do so was not part of the agreement so she stood motionless and looked straight ahead. The master then walked around her again but this time started to touch her. He ran his fingers around her neck, moving them through her hair and tracing the outline of her lips with his fingers. His hands continued downwards and circled her breasts; gently at first then increased the pressure as he took both breasts in his hands and squeezed hard. She gasped as her breasts were squeezed then twisted, her nipples responding to the pressure too.
“Unbutton it and take it off.” he commanded in the first words he uttered to her.
She did as she was told and slowly took the blouse off and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were only supported by the bra and her nipples were uncovered though and he brushed each one with his fingers before taking each one between his thumb and forefinger, squeezed and twisted them hard. She felt the pain of this and involuntarily squealed her nipples sensitive but hardening with each twist he gave them.
“Hmmm, these respond well, I’m going to enjoy having these to play with.”
His hands moved away from her nipples and she felt them circling her buttocks, he squeezed them over her skirt taking delight in kneading them ever harder, pulling them in different directions so she could feel the pressure he was exerting.
“Take the skirt off and let if fall to the floor.”
She did as she was told and soon stood there naked except for the bra and knee length boots she had been told to wear.
“Spread your legs, I want to inspect your cunt.”
She did as she was ordered and spread her legs, she knew her lips were parting as she spread and was conscious that she was exposed as never before. His hand slowly made its way between her legs and probing fingers squeezed her labia. She tried to hide the sounds she was making but the pain increased as he twisted each of her labia with his fingers. She could feel herself getting wet as his fingers turned their attention to her widening vagina. She gasped as first one then two fingers pushed without ceremony into her cunt.
The feeling as he probed ever deeper inside her was humiliating yet exciting at the same time, her wetness was a tell-tale sign that she was aroused by his fingers.
“I want to get deeper in you”, he grabbed her erect nipples and pulled her by her nipples towards the leather bench that dominated the room. Without any warning she was pulled face forward over the bench, her ass and cunt on wanton display
“Reach around and spread yourself as wide as you can.” he said in a tone that she knew would not take any questioning. She spread herself, turned on by what she was doing, knowing that her cunt was soaking with anticipation.
His fingers, she reckoned to be three, slammed into her gaping hole, making her cry out with the force of it and he kept thrusting harder with each stroke.
“You have a good wet cunt slut; you know from now on that your cunt is mine to do with as I please. It belongs to me. Every time you come to me you will have it inspected. You will come to be aroused by the way I use it and you will beg for me to abuse your cunt in any way I see fit.”
She lay across the bench listening to his words and knew that while she was terrified she was also aroused like she had been at no other time in her life. She had felt degraded, yet the ease with which he got her so wet told her that this was how she wanted to be used too.
“You should also know that I want your mouth around my cock and you will not stop until you have my sperm in your mouth. You will long to taste my sperm as often as you can but you will only receive my gift when I want you to have it. On your knees slut!”
She got to her knees and watched transfixed as he unzipped his black leather trousers, reaching inside and producing a hard and glistening erection. She took in as much of the sight of his cock as she could. 9”-10” long with a cock head that bulged and starting to ooze pre-cum. It was a chiseled cock that she loved the look of and knew that she was going to adore and worship this erect phallus.
“You will not use your hands, only your mouth is allowed to touch and you will not take your mouth away until I have emptied my balls down your throat”
Without further ado his throbbing member was pushed into her mouth, she ran her tongue around the tip of his cock savouring the musky smell yet adoring how good his cock felt. She wanted to enjoy his cock to the fullest and make this moment last, her cunt was incredibly wet as she eagerly devoured it. He was breathing ever more heavily with each stroke, she knew he was near to climax and like at no other time in her life she desperately wanted his sperm, to taste and feel it flood her mouth.
With a loud cry the master thrust harder and shuddered as his cock spurted a thick creamy load of sperm into her waiting mouth. She loved how good it tasted and greedily swallowed it all. She licked the last drops of ejaculate from his penis tip and felt satisfied that she had produced such a powerful orgasm for him.
“You give good head slut and you will grow to love the taste of my sperm more than you have today, now bend over the bench with your ass high and your legs spread wide, my crop is going to caress your perfect white ass.”
She again did as she was bid, conscious that her ass was incredibly vulnerable to his gaze and whatever he had in store for her. Though she was vulnerable she knew that her wetness had increased and he couldn’t but fail to notice the juices flowing from her cunt.
He moved to the front of the bench near her hands and roughly pulled her arms in front of her. He worked quickly attaching black cuffs to her wrists, each one with a metal loop with quick release fastening on it.
When both her wrists had cuffs attached he clipped the metal loops to fasteners at the front of the bench, her arms were now immobile. He repeated the process with her ankles so that her legs were fastened securely and wide apart, her cunt she knew was open and her lips gaping by way of invitation to him.
“This will be the first time that you will be marked and my crop will hurt you, but you must endure it and give yourself to me completely. I will give you 10 strokes with the crop slut.”
She lay there for what seemed like an age, her ass exposed and an easy target for him. There was a loud swish and then pain as the crop smacked her ass cheeks. She wanted to cry out but knew that would be showing her fragility in a way she wanted to overcome.
Again a second swish then the feeling of pain biting into her ass cheeks, she felt tears welling in her eyes and tried to hold them. A quick third and fourth strokes were administered and were harder each time, the pain was excruciating and what surprised her even more was that each stroke of the crop made her wetter too, pain and excitement.
Strokes six, seven and eight were brutal and took her breath away like nothing before, her ass was on fire and she couldn’t help but sob quietly at first but with greater intensity. Stroke nine landed on her exposed asshole, so hard that she wasn’t expecting it at all and she screamed involuntarily.
“This is your final stroke slut – ask me to hit you as hard as I can.” the master intoned in a detached way
“Please master hit me as hard as you can.” she said in a trembling voice.
To be continued...
There was intensity about the situation, she knew what she was letting herself in for, or thought she did anyway, but the frisson of excitement coupled with extreme apprehension was palpable.
She was going to meet a master, she’d been introduced to him online but today was the first time she was going to meet him in person.
She’d been told exactly what to wear for this meeting, white blouse, black skirt, boots and a shelf bra. She had also been told under no circumstances to wear panties of any description.
She arrived at the address at the appointed time and descended the stairs to the basement flat and rang the bell. After what seemed like an eternity the door opened and a young girl dressed in a maids outfit opened the door. She smiled and told her to enter and to follow her. She wandered down a long passageway to another door, studded and imposing in its size.
The maid knocked on the door and then opened it, beckoning her to follow. She entered what can only be described as a dungeon in its appearance with two main features that caught her eye immediately, one was a padded leather bench in the middle of the room and the other was a wooden cross shaped device on the central wall with cuffs attached to the topmost and bottom most supports.
She had been previously instructed not to talk or ask any questions but to follow any instructions given without question. In to the room, dressed from head to foot in black came the master. She reckoned him to be in his sixties with white hair and a short white beard. What she noticed most about him were his piercing blue eyes that seemed to appraise her intensely from the minute he looked at her.
He walked around her looking her up and down and made no sound as he took her in, she felt unnerved but excited at the same time. She wanted to talk but knew that to do so was not part of the agreement so she stood motionless and looked straight ahead. The master then walked around her again but this time started to touch her. He ran his fingers around her neck, moving them through her hair and tracing the outline of her lips with his fingers. His hands continued downwards and circled her breasts; gently at first then increased the pressure as he took both breasts in his hands and squeezed hard. She gasped as her breasts were squeezed then twisted, her nipples responding to the pressure too.
“Unbutton it and take it off.” he commanded in the first words he uttered to her.
She did as she was told and slowly took the blouse off and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were only supported by the bra and her nipples were uncovered though and he brushed each one with his fingers before taking each one between his thumb and forefinger, squeezed and twisted them hard. She felt the pain of this and involuntarily squealed her nipples sensitive but hardening with each twist he gave them.
“Hmmm, these respond well, I’m going to enjoy having these to play with.”
His hands moved away from her nipples and she felt them circling her buttocks, he squeezed them over her skirt taking delight in kneading them ever harder, pulling them in different directions so she could feel the pressure he was exerting.
“Take the skirt off and let if fall to the floor.”
She did as she was told and soon stood there naked except for the bra and knee length boots she had been told to wear.
“Spread your legs, I want to inspect your cunt.”
She did as she was ordered and spread her legs, she knew her lips were parting as she spread and was conscious that she was exposed as never before. His hand slowly made its way between her legs and probing fingers squeezed her labia. She tried to hide the sounds she was making but the pain increased as he twisted each of her labia with his fingers. She could feel herself getting wet as his fingers turned their attention to her widening vagina. She gasped as first one then two fingers pushed without ceremony into her cunt.
The feeling as he probed ever deeper inside her was humiliating yet exciting at the same time, her wetness was a tell-tale sign that she was aroused by his fingers.
“I want to get deeper in you”, he grabbed her erect nipples and pulled her by her nipples towards the leather bench that dominated the room. Without any warning she was pulled face forward over the bench, her ass and cunt on wanton display
“Reach around and spread yourself as wide as you can.” he said in a tone that she knew would not take any questioning. She spread herself, turned on by what she was doing, knowing that her cunt was soaking with anticipation.
His fingers, she reckoned to be three, slammed into her gaping hole, making her cry out with the force of it and he kept thrusting harder with each stroke.
“You have a good wet cunt slut; you know from now on that your cunt is mine to do with as I please. It belongs to me. Every time you come to me you will have it inspected. You will come to be aroused by the way I use it and you will beg for me to abuse your cunt in any way I see fit.”
She lay across the bench listening to his words and knew that while she was terrified she was also aroused like she had been at no other time in her life. She had felt degraded, yet the ease with which he got her so wet told her that this was how she wanted to be used too.
“You should also know that I want your mouth around my cock and you will not stop until you have my sperm in your mouth. You will long to taste my sperm as often as you can but you will only receive my gift when I want you to have it. On your knees slut!”
She got to her knees and watched transfixed as he unzipped his black leather trousers, reaching inside and producing a hard and glistening erection. She took in as much of the sight of his cock as she could. 9”-10” long with a cock head that bulged and starting to ooze pre-cum. It was a chiseled cock that she loved the look of and knew that she was going to adore and worship this erect phallus.
“You will not use your hands, only your mouth is allowed to touch and you will not take your mouth away until I have emptied my balls down your throat”
Without further ado his throbbing member was pushed into her mouth, she ran her tongue around the tip of his cock savouring the musky smell yet adoring how good his cock felt. She wanted to enjoy his cock to the fullest and make this moment last, her cunt was incredibly wet as she eagerly devoured it. He was breathing ever more heavily with each stroke, she knew he was near to climax and like at no other time in her life she desperately wanted his sperm, to taste and feel it flood her mouth.
With a loud cry the master thrust harder and shuddered as his cock spurted a thick creamy load of sperm into her waiting mouth. She loved how good it tasted and greedily swallowed it all. She licked the last drops of ejaculate from his penis tip and felt satisfied that she had produced such a powerful orgasm for him.
“You give good head slut and you will grow to love the taste of my sperm more than you have today, now bend over the bench with your ass high and your legs spread wide, my crop is going to caress your perfect white ass.”
She again did as she was bid, conscious that her ass was incredibly vulnerable to his gaze and whatever he had in store for her. Though she was vulnerable she knew that her wetness had increased and he couldn’t but fail to notice the juices flowing from her cunt.
He moved to the front of the bench near her hands and roughly pulled her arms in front of her. He worked quickly attaching black cuffs to her wrists, each one with a metal loop with quick release fastening on it.
When both her wrists had cuffs attached he clipped the metal loops to fasteners at the front of the bench, her arms were now immobile. He repeated the process with her ankles so that her legs were fastened securely and wide apart, her cunt she knew was open and her lips gaping by way of invitation to him.
“This will be the first time that you will be marked and my crop will hurt you, but you must endure it and give yourself to me completely. I will give you 10 strokes with the crop slut.”
She lay there for what seemed like an age, her ass exposed and an easy target for him. There was a loud swish and then pain as the crop smacked her ass cheeks. She wanted to cry out but knew that would be showing her fragility in a way she wanted to overcome.
Again a second swish then the feeling of pain biting into her ass cheeks, she felt tears welling in her eyes and tried to hold them. A quick third and fourth strokes were administered and were harder each time, the pain was excruciating and what surprised her even more was that each stroke of the crop made her wetter too, pain and excitement.
Strokes six, seven and eight were brutal and took her breath away like nothing before, her ass was on fire and she couldn’t help but sob quietly at first but with greater intensity. Stroke nine landed on her exposed asshole, so hard that she wasn’t expecting it at all and she screamed involuntarily.
“This is your final stroke slut – ask me to hit you as hard as I can.” the master intoned in a detached way
“Please master hit me as hard as you can.” she said in a trembling voice.
To be continued...
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