Part One    ~One Night~

She lay there on the bed, quietly waiting for Him to arrive. The
rope she bought her Master the only thing touching her skin.
She trembles with anticipation, and rubs her thighs, slick with her
pussy juice together. She holds the end of the rope in her mouth, able
to release herself anytime, but she won't. The training too deeply
ingrained in her to ever release herself without Master's permission.
She has tied herself this way, taught many long years ago by her 1st
Master. She stars by wrapping the loop around her left ankle, then
around the right. From there the rope is pulled snug, and then in a
series of contortionist movements, she loops it around her waist, and
neck, through her legs so that the rope rubs against her clit if she
moves, and finally she pulls her hands into the twisted rope and leaves
the end piece in her own mouth. She appears to be bound tightly and
helpless
and she is helpless. Helpless against HIS will.

She lets her mind drift a little, the way subs often do, and
remembers the afternoon she bought the rope, and the way He stood over
her, whipping her breasts, back, thighs and ass with it. She feels more
wetness between her thighs at the memory.....she had cried out one of
the safe words that day, and hated herself for being so weak.

She remembers her training....those long months living with her
1st....she is beginning to feel the old comforts of the D/s
relationship, and wonders if she can ever feel it all again.....so many
years of repressing it, so frustrated....afraid to let herself go
completely yet........yet....there is hope in this new Master....

She looks at the door again, and wonders when he will arrive. She
feels herself getting more and more wet just thinking about what he will
do to her this time. She can't help but be a pain slut, most times she
doesn't feel all of it, just sees the bruises later to remind her.
Ahhhh, sub-space.....that blessed place where all she can think of is
nothing, it's nearly impossible to say much more than, "Yes, Master",
and "No, Master." She is beyond all reason in true subspace, she
probably couldn't remember the safe word there, let alone say it....It
is there that true trust comes into play. She smiles to
herself thinking about the 1st time she was beaten "senseless"..so many
years ago...Thankfully the Master then knew when to quit, and bring her
back to reality.

She hears his key in the lock, and she snaps back, terrified he
will know she has been daydreaming ......He opens the door and closes it behind Himself, and makes a
"tsk" noise....."What do we have here? No gag? no blindfold? you have
failed me little one, and Master is going to punish you for that."
She looks up at him, afraid to say anything.....He walks over to the bed
and sits down next to her as he unlaces his shoes and kicks them off. "
I have been working all damn night long, thinking about what a good
girl I have, and here you are not prepared for me like I asked.....is my
pet wet for me at least?" She opens her thighs a little for His hand,
and pleads with her eyes for him to see that she at least did that much
right....She mentally curses herself for not having put those on before
she bound herself.....

He takes the end of the rope from her mouth and kisses her lips
tenderly, then suddenly pulls back and slaps her across the cheek, just
once.....He gets off the bed and grabs the acrylic rod, his favorite
whipping stick...."On your stomach, slut, feet up in the air for me."
She quickly rolls onto her stomach, closes her eyes and waits for it to
begin.

Part Two  ~One Night~

He stood over her, his acrylic rod in his hand, and watched
her tremble. She had seen it, and he knew she feared it. It truly was
his favorite tool for spanking - more pain, less damage.

He had
the end of the rope in his hand, and pulled it tighter, bringing her
feet to touch her hands. Hog-tied she was now, and at his mercy. He
felt his cock growing hard. "She's actually pretty good at rope play",
he mused to himself, marveling at how she managed to make the rope
tight, and yet when he pulled the end, it slid easily to bind her
further.

He had told her to be there at the motel, ready for him
when he arrived, and she was, with the exception of the blindfold and
gag, she did well. Whoever had trained her had obviously taught her
complete, unquestioning obedience. She had told him of all those years
she had been forced to repress the submissive part of her...what a
shame...."Ah, well, no matter....she is Mine now" he smiles to himself
as he brings the rod down hard across her ass. She was expecting to get
the 1st one on the feet, he knew, and he loved to watch her writhe in
agony at the blow. She screamed into the pillow and panted hard for a
moment struggling to regain her composure.
He moved closer to her on
the bed and covered her body with his, pressing her into the mattress.
He nuzzled her neck and gently bit her there as his hand moved to her
ass, now reddening with a nice hot, red welt. "That is just the first
one my pet, there will be more." he murmured into her ear. He let her
enjoy the heat of his body and the coolness of his hand, and watched her
visibly relax into his touch. She was fun to watch, he could see her
trying to
anticipate his next move, in order to prepare herself for the pain.
She loved it though, he knew, and damn she sure could take it.

He
remembered the whipping he gave her the day she brought him the
rope....she was testing him, and he was testing her...he let her have it
with that rope, looping it in his hands and swinging at her back, ass,
chest and pussy. She had been beat before, and trained to assume the
position on her knees, thighs open, and hands either at her sides or
behind her back. While he was thrashing her tits, she had turned her
head to the side, and when he moved to her back, he could see her head
hanging a little as her strength waned, and "sub-space" threatened to
take her. That would have been unacceptable for him to let her off
that easy. She needed to feel it all, every blow, every word, every
command. He needed her with it enough to let
him know she had enough...that sub-space can be very dangerous if a
submissive is so far gone into the pain they slip into a kind of stupor
and become unable to use safe words. That was only their second time
playing and he could see she would go there easily.....If he let her that is.....maybe this time he might.

He
unwound the rope from his hand, and began to untie her. She whimpered a
little in disappointment, and dared peek back at him with questioning
eyes. He silenced her with a look and rose off the bed. "Now you will
undress me slut, and shower me." He loved taking showers with her, she
was so careful to gently wash every part of him thoroughly, with special
attention to his cock, of course. He liked watching her on her knees
in the shower, water running off her body, struggling to breathe at
times when he had his cock in her mouth and the
shower spray right in her face.
After the shower, he would sit on
the bed, and let her lick and suck his feet and toes. She loved to
worship his feet, he knew, almost as much as she loved his cock.

"Get
the rope now, you dirty whore, and get ready for your Master to punish
you." Her eyes widened with fear, and in that split second she
hesitated. "you are in deep shit now little girl", he said as he
advanced on her, pushing her down onto the bed hard. He grabbed the
coiled rope himself, and swung it across her back and shoulders and
heard her grunt in surprise and pain. He hit her 3 more times across
the ass, then grabbed her ankle, and pulled her towards him. He quickly
thrust 2 fingers into her pussy and pulled them out, then shoved them
into her mouth, making her taste herself....God she was sopping wet, his
cock felt like it was going to burst....he grasped her hips, and pulled
her onto
himself, shoving it in deep. He moved so fast she wasn't hardly aware
of what was happening until he was inside her, fucking the hell out of
that pussy. He thrust a few more times, then slowed down, and grabbed
her hair. He pulled her head back towards himself until he could get
his arm around her throat, and he began choking her as he pushed his
dick harder and harder into her. "Play with your clit slut.....but
don't you dare cum" he told her even as he could feel his own pressure
beginning to build in his groin......"Ahhh yes, it's going to be a long
night."

Part Three    ~One Night~

He withdrew from her suddenly, and pushed her down on the bed. "get up, and get the shower ready." She ached for more, but dared not disobey. She rose up, and headed for the shower, her pussy ached and her knees were weak. "forgetting something are you?" she froze mid-stride, and dropped to her knees to turn and face Him. "Master?" He was standing there pointing to his cock. She rushed over and immediately put it in her mouth, licking and sucking and tasting herself on it. He pushed her head away then, and pointed to the bathroom. She hung her head and crawled away to get the shower ready.

She had packed his things carefully the night before, just as he wanted them. She turned on the water, and laid out the floor towel, the soft washcloth, and his bodywash that smelled so good. She knelt by the shower door and waited for him to come. He entered and shut the door, trapping the steam and heat in the small room. She opened the door to the shower and stepped in after him, remaining on her knees in the water spray. He stood there a moment letting the water run off his body onto her, then he grabbed her hair and pulled her to him and pushed her face into his cock. She obediently began working her tongue over and under, pausing to lick and suck his balls briefly, then deep in her throat bringing him back to full erection. God it felt good he thought. He pushed her away again and she got right to work, rubbing him with the soft washcloth, starting at his neck, massaging a little with the bodywash. He tilted his head back and she washed his hair being careful to keep the soap out of his eyes. She presssed herself against him as she washed his body gently and looked up at him as she worked her way down to his cock. There she really began working the soap to keep his cock hard. The tile floor was slippery, but not as slippery as her hands. He had to lean against the wall of the shower to support himself. She continued to wash his cock, and he wanted to blow, so he made her stop and continue on down. He wanted to push her down and shove his cock in her ass, but he was ready to get out of the hot shower, so he rinsed and turned the hot water off and stepped out leaving her in the freezing spray. "rinse quickly and get out here slut." She hurried and got the soap off herself, and turned the water off. She got out and began to towel him dry shaking and shivering herself. The fresh air when he opened the bathroom door almost made her dizzy. He laid down on the bed facedown and said "massage me." she wasn't told she could towel off, so she was still dripping wet as she grabbed the olive oil and headed for the bed. She was an experienced massage therapist, so pleasing him like this would be easy she thought...as she approached the bed she saw the wicked gleam in his eyes and the twisted smile.....he was waiting for her and she had a feeling it wasn't going to be easy....

~~~~Dinner and a blowjob~~~~

He arrived home, tired from a long day, and opened his door expecting his dogs to greet him in a rush as always, but they weren't there. His suspicions aroused, he suddenly detected the smell of food in the air. his senses on alert, he unholstered his 9mm and proceeded through the living room.

The he saw her...on her knees naked in the archway between the living room and the hall, wooden spoon in her hand, splatters of something that must be spaghetti sauce on her chest. She was obviously as surprised as he was that he was home already, and began apologizing profusely. " I know you only told me to feed the animals and maybe the clean the kitchen, but I wanted to go a bit further Master, please forgive me" it was then that he looked around and noticed the difference in his bachelor pad. He re-holstered the gun and relaxed a little.

She had swept, and mopped, and vacuumed it seemed and picked up laundry and moved things around to clear the floor of clutter. She had told him she was a house slave before, and he could see that training hadn't been wasted. He wanted to act grateful, but he thought it better to tease her and see how she reacted.

"What the hell? Did I tell you to touch my things?" His yell made her tremble, she had been fearing he would be displeased. She bowed her face to the floor and began to beg his forgiveness..."Please Master, I didn't move anything out, i only wanted to help, please forgive me, I only wanted to make your home more comfortable Master, for you...please don't be angry with me I am a stupid slut."....he listened to her ramble on for a while longer and then shut her up with a look. She sucked up the tears that had started to form and became silent, trembling, but back on her knees watching his reaction.

He walked past her into the kitchen and saw the oven was on, there was a pot of noodles cooking, and some sauce simmering on the stove. "Hmmm...she really wants to please me it seems"...he mused to himself as he took in the inventory of the refrigerator. The old stuff was gone, and the fridge was clean...he could smell the bleach as he opened the door. A bottle of cheap red wine was chilling as were two glasses in the freezer. His mouth began to water, and his stomach let him know it's opinion on the matter.

He looked into the backyard and saw that she had raked the dog yard, and the pups were contentedly snoozing under the tree in the summer afternoon...they hadn't even cared that he was home.....he whistled, and they came running, happy to see their Master...

He returned to the house and she was at the stove tending the dinner she had prepared. She screamed when he grabbed her by the hair and pushed her to the floor of the kitchen. "What is all this?" he growled at her...trying to pretend fury. She cried out in pain, and began to beg again for mercy. he silenced her with a squeeze to her nipple, and pushed her down to the floor again. He stirred the noodles himself, then decided to let her finish. "get up Slut, and finish what you were doing....I am going to go shower...."

He left her there, mumbling thanks and apologies to the floor, and headed into his bedroom to change, and saw that she had made the bed, and picked up the clothes off the floor and tidied up the room as well...he wasn't sure how to react to this..."Do I be angry, or grateful?" was his constant thought as he looked around....he couldn't see that anything was missing, just reorganized a bit, she was careful to leave things where he had left them at least. He stripped and grabbed a towel, and headed to the bathroom.

He stopped short in the doorway, the light was on, but he couldn't believe what he saw. The transformation of his bathroom was amazing. She had left it as it was, but the gleam of the tub hurt his eyes..."this must have taken her a while" he thought as all the grime and grease were barely visible...she had obviously spent some time on the toilet too and he was impressed at her dedication to it all.

He showered quickly, thinking there would probably be another one later...after dinner....

He opened the shower curtain, and there she was waiting with the towel in her hands, her eyes fearful and begging forgiveness, and the chance to put her hands on his body that she worshiped. "You may dry me now." was all he said, and she eagerly began to do just that, as he stood there dripping. He watched her work on his legs first, drying every toe and foot carefully. She worked her way up is legs, rubbing gently. when she got to his cock, she put the towel around his ass and back and took his cock into her mouth, and began loving it as she dried his ass and used a corner of the towel to pat his balls dry.

"Enough" he commanded, pushing her away, and taking the towel himself to finish.."You're too slow". She knelt in humiliation at having failed yet again at pleasing her Master, and waited for his next move.

" I smell food, is everything ready?" She looked up at him, hope in her eyes, and said, "Yes Master, where would you like your dinner served?"
"In bed, thank you, you may feed me", and he stepped past her to the bedroom to wait.

She rushed to the kitchen and got his plate ready. Spaghetti with her own homemade sauce, a pepper salad with green, yellow, red and orange bell peppers tossed with olive oil and basil, oregano, dill and cilantro and garlic bread. She brought it into the bedroom where he was looking at his computer. She knelt by the bed, plate in one hand, ice cold mountain dew in the other, and waited for him to acknowledge her. The plate was hot and burning her hand, but she didn't dare say a word.

He finished with the computer, and then leaned back and accepted the plate. "You've done well, now go get your food and come eat with me." he said. She headed for the kitchen, and he called after her..."bring the olive oil and the wine with you"....

they ate in silence, she finished first, and knelt at his knee, waiting for instruction, or reward....

He finished his meal, and handed her the plate. She took it to the kitchen and returned to his side...
"Now my pet, Master wants a blow job...where's the oil at?" he laid back on the bed, ready to enjoy what she had to offer.
"Yes Master"...she got the olive oil, poured some in her hand and began rubbing it in as she stroked his cock. She let it trickle downwards, following it with her tongue...over his balls, making everything slippery
flickering her tongue in and out of his ass, rubbing it in...keeping her hand on his cock, she went in for the deep push with her tongue...poking it in and out...feeling his muscles react to the sensations.
She slid her tongue coated in oil up and down his shaft and continued alternating between her hand and her mouth on his cock, balls and asshole....he was starting to twitch already. She began getting busy on his cock, and sliding a moist finger just barely teasing his ass...She cupped his balls with three fingers and began rolling his balls around, as her mouth deep throated him...he could feel the back of her throat tighten on him like the wall of her pussy...which he knew was soaking wet by now.
It all smelled like heaven, like a warm day in Italy...He began sweating even though the AC was on, and the mixture of his cologne and the olive oil and her perfume were driving him mad with desire. he grabbed her hair, and held it tight in your fist...His balls began to twitch....he was ready to cum....

She slipped that finger a little farther into his asshole, and began to press down while sucking and teasing the underside of his cock with her tongue keeping suction all the while...
her other hand was fondling his balls now...spreading the wetness all over...the oil and the sweat...its was slicker than her pussy....

He had both hands covering her head now...fingers wrapped in her slightly damp hair guiding her...driving her....controlling....her....

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening...questioning him....

"cum my Master" she says with that look and he knows what that means...total surrender...submission...with that look she says, "...i am yours....fuck my face...take your sweet little slave as you will.....Please Master...take me..."

She slows her pace...He squeezes her head...wanting her to go faster...but still she slows down, begin taking long, slow deliberate sucks on her Master's cock..He feels his legs begin to shake...his whole body trembles....
his whole body is tense now...

She looks deeply into his eyes as she slows down even more...teasing the head of his cock with her lips, her tongue and her teeth...
then sliding sideways down his shaft...slower and slower still...keeping suction, but now back to teasing mode to torture him further...
She still has that finger moving ever so slightly in his ass...pressing gently but firmly
ticking the peach fuzz on his balls, tracing it with her fingertip...pausing to occasionally blow with cool breath over all of his throbbing manhood watching it quiver with anticipation.....

and then back down she goes...slowly...deeply...taking all of him in....looking up him  with her smokey eyes...grey now from arousal, and begin going faster again...faster....he began to twitch again...

He began to moan, bucking his hips to meet her every move....Gripping her hair as He feels himself releasing, her throat tightening as she swallows Him completely.

Part 1  The Meeting

She sat there on the bar stool stirring her drink, her eyes kept looking towards the door. She had a vague recollection of what He would look like from the once night He had shown her His cam. Her heart was pounding and her stomach was turning somersaults. She kept asking herself what she was doing here, in Denver alone,waiting for this man she met on the Internet to arrive. They had had long chats over the past few months, and she felt herself get wet remembering the cyber-sex they had shared.

Online He was her "Master" she never called anyone else that, and wow the eyebrows that were raised when she brought Him into Other Rooms and scened with Him. The mental sex was hot...she wouldn't, couldn't deny that she really did cum as she sat in her chair typing furiously with both hands. She rarely needed to touch herself during Their time together...she shook with rocketing orgasms as He would "beat" her and then "fuck" her cyber slave self.

She was snapped back to reality by yet another old drunk reeking of whiskey and stale beer sidling up to her and asking if she wanted another drink. She turned to Him and politely but firmly said, "No thank You Sir, i am waiting for someone and i have plenty of money. Have a nice evening." She looked to the Bartender to make her point and swirled the last of her Seagrams and ice and took another sip as she turned her stool slightly away from the old Man.

Looking down at her outfit, she realized she was way overdressed for this bar and this part of town. Small wonder every Tom, Dick and Wanna be Prince Harry that came in was hovering around her. She was wearing these high heeled boots with black lace thigh highs that met with the short black cocktail dress that barely covered her ass. The black lycra panties she never wore before hugged her ass and absorbed some of the juices seeping out of her pussy as she checked her watch yet again.

She looked at her phone...and her heart began to sink as she got the feeling she had been stood up. He hadn't texted her back or called since she sent Him a message giving him the address of the bar she would be at. He knew she was in Denver, and she had been planning this trip for months now. To come to Denver and meet Him to be fucked and beaten and abused at His mercy. No other reason, she just wanted to submit to Him. Ever since the first time they played online, she had this inexplicable draw to Him.

She sighed softly and ordered one more drink and then told the bartender to give her a total and she would cash out. She started to feel hot tears of disappointment prick her eyes and she figured she would just go back to her room at the motel down the block and cry herself to sleep. Maybe do some sightseeing tomorrow, then catch her plane Sunday afternoon and go back to her mundane life in Washington. She felt the urge to go pee suddenly and handed the bartender her Visa card and was just about to slip off her seat when the door to the bar opened and she glanced up into the bar mirror to see who it was.

Her heart slammed against her chest as she saw the Man who just entered and was at the doorway, looking around. She smiled and looked at the bartender and whispered, "Wait, not yet. Please get that Man that just walked in a Heineken and leave the tab open. I will be right back." She smiled into the mirror and ran her finger through her soft, golden brown curly hair and spun around on the bar stool to face Him and uncrossed her legs as she clutched her purse and caught His eye for a moment. She spun on her spiked heel and padded to the bathroom with a smile all over her face as she saw the bartender open a Heinekin and the smirk on His face as He sat on the stool next to the one she had just vacated and placed His hand on the still warm seat. "Yes," she thought to herself. "He made it."

Part 2  The Meeting

Her heart was pounding and her hands shaking as she slipped into the Women's bathroom and fumbled with her purse to get out her lipstick and put a little on to calm herself as she looked into the mirror. She decided to go ahead and pee now because based on the way He dealt with her online, it might be a while before He would allow her to go again.

She slipped into the handicap stall and didn't bother to lock it, since the only other woman in the bar was the bartender. She hitched up her skirt and peeled down the black lycra panties and sat on the seat. Her mind was whirling and her stomach felt like it weighed ten pounds. She finished her business and had just flushed when the door came open and someone walked in. Her breath caught in her throat as she could tell by the walk that it wasn't the bartender.

It was Him. She knew it because her senses came alive and she could smell Him. She looked down and saw The tops of His boots in front of the stall she was in. He had her cornered, trapped. And damn she loved it. Her mouth went suddenly dry and she realized she still hadn't pulled up her panties, they were around her upper thighs like a pair of hand cuffs. She had a wild thought and sat back down on the toilet seat and hooked her heels into the bars on each side of the toilet, spreading herself wide and reached down between her legs and began to play with her clit. She whispered, and the sound of her voice startled her. "Come in."

He pushed on the stall door and stood there a moment, admiring the view. A smirk played on His lips as He said, "Howdy darlin', miss me?'

She blushed a deep red and stopped playing with her clit as she looked at him up close and her heart felt like it was going to explode. He was just as she remembered, but more handsome up close. Almost a year of teasing and sexual tension between them had finally reached its goal. Here they were in this bathroom. She was open and spread before Him, His wiling slave.

He stepped forward into the stall and ran a hand over her legs slowly...from the heel to her cunt and His voice was a lustful growl as He said, "You know i love heels darlin' You are going to wear them all the time i have You, understood?"

He reached forward and grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth to his cutting of her reply as He kissed her roughly, growling and biting her lips and tongue as she eagerly tried to return the kiss. He released her hair and pushed her back and lifted one leg out of the handicap rails and then the other and reached for her hand. "Come on darlin, stand up for me and let me see You."

"Yes Master, " she whispered as she found her feet and reached down to pull up her panties.

"No!" His voice was harsh and rang out in the tiled room, startling her. She looked up at him in surprise and removed her hand. He took her hand and led her towards the sink and mirrors and turned her around a couple times, nodding as He watched her. He pondered a moment as he looked at her then reached between her legs and touched her soft pussy lips. "Good slut, you keep my cunt clean and shaven, right?" He accented His last word with a fierce grip on her outer lips, digging His nails in and puling hard.

She cried out a soft yelp and bit her lower lip, "Yes Master" she croaked out and felt herself actually dripping on to His hand. It hurt, but a good hurt. She knew before He released her she was going to know what real pain was. The thought made her shudder with delight until she was snapped back to reality by a stinging blow on her cheek that made her eyes water and ears ring slightly.

"Pay attention to me whore." His voice turned hard and she flinched at the word, she hated it. She knelt before him in response, and reached for his zipper. She had somehow lost her ability to speak. She was terrified, wondering if she was completely insane to be doing this.
She knew she could stop it, say the safeword and He would quit, but she didnt want to.

She fumbled with His zipper and her hands shook as she tried to free his cock. She wanted it bad. He pushed her off and took a step back from her and rezipped Himself. He laughed as he looked at her.

"Put yourself back together for now darlin', as much as i want to fuck You here and now, thats going to have to wait a bit. We have plenty of time this weekend. Trust me. Now, hurry up and lets go finish those drinks and get out of here." He leaned down and helped her to her feet and kissed her again. She reached up and touched His cheek as she returned his kiss, teasing and nibbling and dancing her tongue with his.

"Wait a minute darlin, " he said as she bent to pull up the panties, "give me those."
She stepped out of them obediently and handed them over. He stuffed them into his pocket and turned to leave. "You'll get them back darlin', later." He stepped out of the bathroom and she took a minute to compose herself.

She looked at herself in the mirror and ran her fingers through her hair, fixing herself to look better than she felt inside. Her heart and mind were racing. The thrill of it all. She was afraid to go out of the bathroom, surely the bartender knew what was going on. She had to remind herself that she was a stranger in this town, no one knew her. While that comforted her somewhat, it also struck fear into her heart. By the same token, her anonymity also reinforced that she had no help if she needed it.

She looked at herself in the mirror one last time and shouldered her purse. Took a deep breath and headed back into the bar.

Part 3   The Meeting

She stepped out into the bar and returned to her stool next to Him. She knew her face was flushed and avoided the bartenders smirk as she reached for her drink and took a sip. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Welcome back darlin, lets finish these up and get going, what do you say?"

She smiled at Him and nodded and slid her card back to the bartender and whispered, "Absolutely Sir." She refrained from calling him "Master" in public, and she hoped He knew what she meant. He reached his left hand under the bar stool and began stroking her thigh and lightly scratching her with His nails and licking a finger up to graze her exposed pussy. He sipped His beer and they chatted amicably for a few minutes and she began to relax a little as the conversation flowed. Her heart and stomach were both clenched and pounding as she kept an eye on His beer. The check came and she signed the slip and left the barmaid a generous tip. He slid off His seat and offered her His hand with a smile.

"Shall we?" His eyes were light and she blushed and accepted His hand and followed Him out the door. "Which way darlin'?" He asked as the cold february night air nearly took her breath away, sobering her instantly.

She turned to the right and headed down the block towards the motel. "This way Master, just a block or so." She gestured to the blue and white sign just a little ways away. "I rented a room just in case, i didnt want to freeze out here tonight."

He chuckled softly and slipped his arm around her waist and walked with her. "You didnt think I would show did you?" He spun her around and pressed her back against the brick wall of the bar, and reached up with His left hand and gripped her throat. "Answer me my whore!"

She nearly lost her footing on the sidewalk and she gasped as His fingers squeezed her windpipe and she struggled to speak as her hands instinctively flew up to her throat to grasp His. He loosened His grip, causing her to cough a little as she replied, "I was beginning to wonder Master, but I hoped You would come, forgive me for doubting You for even one minute."

He looked around and grabbed her by her hair and pulled her into the dark narrow alleyway between the buildings and shoved her down. "Now...show me how grateful you are that i did come and see you, slut. Show My cock you deserve more of my time."

She gulped and with steadier fingers than she had in the bathroom she deftly unzipped his jeans and immediately suckled His cock into her mouth. She squatted more than knelt, and balanced herself on her heels, the cold night air freezing her cunt as she began to work her mouth over His cock, locking her lips tight over it and running her tongue firmly against it as she stroked Him. She felt His cock hardening quickly and began to alternate her speed, taking long, deep strokes burying her nose against His crotch, deep throating it, and then speeding up and then teasing the head, suckling on it as her warm hand stroked the shaft.

He groaned and tangled his fingers tightly in her hair pushing her on as His hips thrust towards her..making her gag as he began to face fuck her. "Goddammit!" He cursed and pushed her away and stuffed His aching cock back into His jeans with great difficulty. He looked at her, her eyes wide and she was licking her lips and he could see her starting to shiver. She wasnt wearing a coat and it had to be about 25 degrees out here. "Get up and lets go. Too damn cold out here slut. I'm going to use the fuck out of you, but i dont want you freezing to death." He lifted her up and peeled off his coat and wrapped it around her and they walked quickly the rest of the way to the motel.

"Did you get a rental car?" He asked once they were in her room and she looked up at Him. They had spoke on the net about their plans occurring at his house, so she figured one way or the other she would need wheels. She chose an SUV not knowing what the weather was going to be like in February. She nodded her reply and He smiled. "Good, grab your stuff and lets go, i took a cab here." He grabbed the keys off the dresser as she stuffed the few clothes off the bed back into her suitcase and zipped it shut. She reached for a second suitcase and he stopped her with a smile. "Let me get those, believe it or not, chauvenism Isn't dead yet. Lead the way darlin'."

"Thank You Master." She found her voice again and opened the door for Him and headed down the hall, outside to the parking garage where she had parked the rented Chevy Blazer. He loaded the bags and opened the passenger door for her, and then hopped in and started the rig. She leaned back into the seat and buckled up, her heart pounding even more and she shivered from the cold and her fear. She had no idea where He was going to take her now, she was afraid, but strangely trusted him. He backed the Blazer out and headed for the nearby freeway Exit and took the 25 South.

Part 4  the Meeting

They drove in silence for a while, the lights of the city entrancing her. She felt her pussy quivering and her heart pounding in her ears as He drove. She looked over at Him and licked her lips as she studied His profile. He turned to look at her briefly and smiled, then suddenly snaked His right hand out and backhanded her across the cheek.

"What the fuck are you looking at whore?" His voice was cold suddenly and she sat back in her seat as her cheek stung. "Get out your butt-plug slut and put it in." She reached into her purse and found it, and started to fish for the lube and He reached over and gripped her wrist. She looked up at him and he didn't say a word, just shook his head.

She let go of the bottle of lube and shakily leaned back and off to the side and pushed the thick plug up her ass and sat back down on it whimpering as it stretched and filled her ass. He smirked and signaled a lane change and exited the freeway. She squirmed on the seat as she wondered silently where they were going and her stomach flipped in anticipation. He looked over at her and pulled a bandanna out of his coat pocket and handed it to her without a word. She gulped and obediently tied it on.

Now deprived of her sense of sight, she gripped and wiggled on the ass plug more feeling like she could cum already, but mentally forced it back, knowing He would beat her if she did. She felt the car stopping and hear Him put it in park. He leaned over and touched her cheek where he slapped her and growled in her ear. "Stay here slut and lay back. Don't touch that blindfold. I will be right back." She simply nodded and waited, hearing Him take the keys and lock the doors behind Him.

It felt like an eternity and she ached to look around, to get some sense of her bearings. Her cunt throbbed and she almost dared to reach down and touch her clit when she heard the locks engaging again and snapped her head around. She heard Him get back in and smelled his aftershave and didn't move or speak. He chuckled, " Such a good slut you are, did You touch yourself?"

"No Master, this girl knew better than to touch herself." she whispered and was startled at her own voice.

"Good girl. Now, take off that blindfold and look at me." She did as He asked and was surprised to see they were in a parking garage. He leveled his gaze at hers and whispered softly, "Are You ready for this pet? This is the last chance you have to say no to me. Once we get out of this car, Your ass is Mine. I will hurt You, make You cry and scream. You will likely bleed." He cupped her chin in His hand as he stared at her.

She trembled and looked directly into His eyes and nodded her assent, accenting it with a soft whisper and reached up to touch His wrist. "Yes Master, I am ready."

He smiled and leaned over to kiss her softly, pressing his lips to hers and snaking his tongue out to lick at her lips. She sighed into the kiss and leaned toward him, moaning as the heat inside her body began to pulse faster.

He shoved her back suddenly and growled, "Enough slut, lets go." He climbed out and popped the back and grabbed her suitcases and beckoned her to follow.

She followed him a few paces behind, struggling to walk with the huge plug in her ass. She kept her eyes lowered as they headed for the bank of elevators. She could see that it was a Hotel, a fill 180 degrees from the slimy dive they had just left. She noted the lush carpeting and little else as she prayed to not be seen looking like a common street whore following her "john". She let out her breath as soon as the elevator doors hushed shut, and before she could take in another breath, he was upon her.

He slammed her back against the cold steel wall of the lift, nearly yanking her off her feet. She had been so worried about being seen, she hadn't been paying attention to him. His big strong fingers gripped her throat and she looked at him with her eyes wide and bulging. His face was twisted into a very angry looking grimace and he sprayed a little spittle in her face as he leaned in close to her and said, "Having second thoughts pet?" He gripped tighter on her throat and moved his arm to help her move her head side to side like a puppet, and laughed as he saw the redness forming on her cheeks. "I didn't think so. You were so lost in thought, staring at the floor, I was beginning to wonder if you were looking to escape."

He let her throat go and she coughed and swallowed hard a couple times before replying as she caught her breath. "N-nn-no Master. I am sorry i was just being quiet." Her heart pounded in her ears as the elevator opened and she followed him to the room.

He opened the door to the suite and she was in awe at the luxury before her. She didnt have much time to compose herself as he threw the suitcases on the bed and motioned for her to strip. She undressed quickly and then walked over and slipped to her knees before Him. He reached out with His left hand and pulled her close to him, tangling his fingers in her hair. "I want a drink darlin'."

She rose up and kissed the inside of His wrist before slipping to the fridge in the room and saw it full of St. Paulie Girl beers. She pulled one out and popped the top for Him and crawled back over to His d the bottle up to His easy reach. He took it and leaned back on the bed and stuck his feet out towards her, silently giving her the signal to undress him. She did so carefully, removing His shoes and socks and keeping a wary eye on him. She knew he was like a coiled snake and could lash out suddenly and without warning.

He smiled down at her and sipped the beer as he watched her. He chuckled to himself, thinking about his next move. He set the beer on the nightstand as she began to rub His feet. She was trying so hard to please him. He reached out and pushed her away as he stood up and stepped over her and walked to the other bed and unzipped the suitcase that held her toys. He found a paddle that called out to him and lifted it up. testing the weight of the leather and slapping it on his wrist, feeling the sting. He turned to her. "Is this one of your favorites pet?"

She shuddered and whispered. "Yes Master it is. It leaves nice welts too."

He chuckled, "Allright then pet, ass up lets test it out."

She gulped and turned on her knees and bowed forward, pressing her face to the carpet and presented her ass towards him, breathing slowly as she waited for it. She knew "brutus" all to well. He stepped over towards her and ran his hand over her ass with his right hand and then leaned back and let fly with the leather strap.

WHAP! She lurched forward and screamed, "Yeeouch Master, thank You Master."

He began a pattern, and marveled at how quickly the red marks began to appear on her ample ass. The marks were perfect. He changed his angle and made a series of marks on her, ignoring her whimpers and cries. After a particularly hard blow he paused and let her write a moment as the welts reddened and created a nice red bloom on her ass.

She lost count of the stinging blows after about three. She knew this was just the beginning. "Fuck," she thought to herself as she held her position and struggled to hold still. When he paused, she ached to reach back and rub her ass, which felt like it had to be bleeding. She bit her lip and focused the pain away.

He felt his dick starting to throb as he searched through her bag for a knife. He found one and tested it's sharpness. He smiled and grabbed a blindfold as well and stepped over to her. "Put this on pet and stand up, " He barked at her and tossed the blindfold to her. She stood up quickly and he laughed as he saw her wincing. "What's the matter pet? Your ass a little tender?"

He checked the blindfold and then slapped her face HARD. She lost her balance and started to cry as he gripped her throat again and forced her to her knees and shoved her face into his crotch. "Fucking suck me bitch," He growled at her and flipped the blade out as she fumbled with his jeans and freed his dick into her hands and began suckling at it. He took the tip of the blade and pressed it into her shoulder, making her freeze for a moment and he grabbed her head with his right hand and began to face fuck her, holding her tight to his groin and laughing as she struggled to breathe. He knew she was gagging on his cock and drew the knife harder over her shoulder, watching the skin turn white, then red as the blood returned, making pretty lines on her flesh.

He eased up and let her catch her breath a moment then pushed her face back towards His cock. "Did I say stop sucking my cock, whore?" She only shook her head "no" and then resumed her careful and eager work on his cock, using every trick in the book to please and service him. Swirling her tongue and locking her lips tight, making long slow sucks and alternating her pace. She felt his cock stiffening and used her hand to follow her mouth, gripping his dick. She tried to ignore the pain of the knife and whimpered through her nose as she felt Him cutting her shoulder.

He pushed her off his cock suddenly as he felt his balls tighten. "Not yet, " He growled. He pushed her head to the floor and she obeyed, kneeling down and presenting her ass towards him. He knelt down on the floor behind her and gripped her hair in his right hand, knife in the left, and slid his cock into her pussy, pulling back and groaning as he felt her tight cunt squeezing him. He pumped a few times, wetting his cock. He then pulled back out and pressed the tip against her asshole, yanking on her hair and shoving it in brutally and swiftly.

She started to scream as his cock felt like it was ripping her ass in two, with only a little bit of her cunt juice as lube. She felt the tip of the knife against her throat and shut her mouth and moaned as he began to thrust harder and faster, her head was forced back and she couldn't move except with the force of his hips slamming against her.

Part 5   The meeting

She felt the hot tears rolling down her cheeks, soaking the blindfold as she struggled to breathe, her ass loosening and tightening around his cock with his every powerful thrust. He held tight to her hair and dug the knife a little harder against her throat. She felt the white hot sting as the knife finally broke her flesh, and He pulled it away from her throat and loosened His grip on her hair a moment as He buried His cock as far as it would go in her ass.

He lifted the blade up and saw the small smear of blood on it. "Damn slut, I got you bleeding already. Hee-hee I figured it would be your ass bleeding first." He punctuated his statement with a few brutal thrusts before slipping out of her.
She whimpered and held her position, afraid to move as he slipped out of her, causing her to moan. He stepped to the front of her and lifted her chin and looked at the cut. "Tsk tsk....just a papercut."

He stepped to the bathroom and turned on the shower. "Up pet. Bathtime."

She scrambled to her feet, shaking and reached up to touch the blindfold. Already unsteady on her feet she fell over when He backhanded her again. This time landing on the second bed in the room and crying out in confusion.

He growled and pinned her down to the bed on her back, This time gripping her throat with both hands and completely shutting off her breath. She thrashed under him, scratching at His forearms wildly. Her nostrils flared and she felt her chest starting to burn as her vision began to cloud and swim. "Oh my god," she thought as her mind started to float, "This is it. He's going to kill me."

He released her as He felt her weakening in her struggle from lack of oxygen,and lifted off of her, laughing as He saw the color come back into her face. She coughed and sucked in the air quickly and felt a strange numbness all over her body.

The rush of oxygen making her dizzy and lightheaded but oh so aroused. He reached down and played with her clit as she started to come to focus again and she jerked in a wild uncontrollable orgasm. Her eyes went wide looking at Him in a mixture of shock and disorientation as her body betrayed her.

He laughed and kissed her roughly and continued to torment her clit as he felt her wetness spurt into his hand. His lips bruising hers and barely allowing her another breath as she came again. She tried to protest,but his mouth silenced her. He let her ride the waves of the orgasm and eased His kisses slowly. He removed His hand from her sopping cunt and broke the kiss, then shoved his fingers into her mouth.
"Taste yourself cunt, and thank Me for Your pleasure."

She suckled His fingers gratefully, suprised at the salty sweetness of her own juices. She moaned, "Ohh Thank You Master."

She had tasted herself before, but for some reason, she tasted better to herself than ever before. He lifted off the bed and pulled her to her feet. "Now pet, have you learned your lesson about touching that blindfold?"

She merely nodded in reply and held on to His shoulders as He led her into the steaming bathroom. He laid her hand on one of the towel racks and finished undressing Himself then took the blindfold off her and stepped into the shower. She followed in and felt the super hot water stinging her welted and slightly cut body. She knew that this was only "round One", and He hadn't cum yet.

She reached for the soap and began to wash him first. He leaned one hand against the back wall of the tub and allowed her to bathe Him. She paid careful attention to His cock and balls, kneeling under the water before Him and looking up at him even though the water nearly drowned her and the porcelain tub made her knees ache. She worked to show her devotion in the way she washed and rinsed every part of His body.

He smiled down at her, and when she was done, He rinsed off and lifted her up to her feet and slapped the soap into her palm. "Five minutes pet. Hurry up and clean yourself and bring me another beer. I will be timing you. We have a long weekend ahead girl."

Part 6   The meeting

She scrubbed quickly and stepped out of the hot shower and dried herself. Her heart was pounding as she really had no idea of how much time had passed. Had it been three minutes, or five? Either way she scurried out of the bathroom and saw Him sitting in His shorts at the small table enjoying a cigarette. He looked over at her and smiled as He looked at his watch. "Well done pet, now get us both a beer."

She nodded and slipped to the fridge and opened two bottles of St. Paulie's Girl and knelt before Him, lifting one up to His easy reach. He took it from her and whispered. "Short break pet, have a smoke and a beer and then it's time for Round Two."

"Thank You Master, " she whispered and sat back on her heels and with trembling hands lit a cigarette and took a sip of the beer. She had never tasted St. Paulies before, it was bitter at first, and she must have made a face because he laughed suddenly, startling her. She giggled despite herself, and smiled up at Him. "Takes some getting used to I suppose, Master."

He reached down and stroked her hair gently, tangling His fingers in her damp locks. She sighed and leaned into His touch and they sat quietly for a moment, just sipping and smoking. She leaned against His legs and nuzzled her cheek against his thigh. He stood up suddenly and whispered, "Relax a minute pet. I have some things to do."

He stood up and went to the closet, and pulled out 2 load straps and slid them under the mattress. Then He fished into her toy bag and brought out one of the sets of leather cuffs she had brought. He laid them on the bed and found her "play collar" and laid it out as well with a smirk to her.

She finished her cigarette and took one last swallow of the beer and then looked up to Him as He stood beside the bed with the wrist cuffs in His hand. She crawled over to Him and knelt before Him, her heart pounding as she offered her wrists up to Him silently. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then buckled the cuffs snugly on her wrists, then He sat on the bed and readied the ankle cuffs. She shifted off her knees and rolled onto her back, lifting one foot at a time onto His lap. She smiled at Him as the ritual of cuffing was completed and she lifted up again on her knees before Him and bowed her head onto His lap. He buckled the leather collar around her neck, and then lifted her chin up and kissed her hard, sucking her lower lip between His teeth. She gasped in surprise and moaned into the kiss, holding her position firmly, back straight, thighs parted. He gripped her hair and pulled her back and then stood, yanking her up to her feet. She caught a glimpse of His eyes just then, and they were no longer soft and kind. The Snake had returned, she saw with a shudder.

He pushed her face down onto the bed and pulled her legs apart, clipping the ankle cuffs to the hooks on the straps. He tightened the tension on the ratchet straps and grinned as He saw her cunt and ass opened wide for his view. He crawled up on the bed over her back and pinned her down with His weight, feeling His cock getting hard again as He rubbed his entire body over hers. He growled into her ear as he gripped her wrists and clipped them one by one to the ends of the straps. "I am going to abuse you now My pet."

He lifted off of her and she moaned softly, tugging at the restraints to test them. He leaned back and landed a very HARD blow to her ass causing her to yelp out. "Tsk Tsk pet. You are bound now and helpless. I told You I was going to use your body. I am going to do all the things we talked about online. I am going to gag you so you cant scream and disturb anyone else on this floor. You are allowed to cry. In fact, I want your tears. I am going to cane you and put things into your cunt and ass that are going to hurt you. You are going to bleed for me slut. I am going to carve my name into Your flesh and mark you forever as Mine." He paused and let his words sink into her mind for a moment, giving her time to process and anticipate what He intended to do to her as she was bound and helpless to His will now.

He walked over to His coat and pulled out the panties he took from her earlier at the bar and walked back over to the bed and gripped her hair with His left hand and pulled her head back. He smiled as he saw the fear in her eyes and kissed her softly, then broke the kiss and whispered, "Open wide pet, I told you you would get these back." She opened her mouth and He stuffed the lycra panties into her mouth then reached onto the other bed and grabbed the roll of duct tape and ripped off a length and covered her lips with it. He secured another length to her mouth, then wound it around her head twice. He stepped back admiring her form, bound and spread wide open for Him.

He took a small rubber ball out of her toy bag and put it into her left hand. "Since you obviously can't safeword me pet, you know what to do if this becomes too much." He kissed her fingers as she gripped the ball tightly and nodded her understanding to Him. Her eyes were wide watching Him and she was panting through her nose. He moved out of her field of vision and she strained to turn and look at Him. He laughed at her struggles and climbed back on the bed, straddling her hips with his thighs and pushed her face back down into the pillow, snarling at her. "Don't You Fucking Move cunt!"

She struggled to breathe and thrashed under His weight, the soft pillow suffocating her. She didn't dare drop the ball, not yet. She willed herself to relax, and as soon as he felt her submitting He let up on her. He got up again and she closed her eyes, willing herself to be strong and take whatever his sadistic mind had in store for her.

He got out the heavy flogger and thumped it a few times over her ass and back, knowing it wasn't painful for her. He wanted to warm her up a little. He saw her skin pinking a little as He worked it up and down her legs, thighs, ass and back. He got harder with the swings and heard her grunting as the thud hit her harder. He flicked his left wrist and caught her exposed cunt with a couple wicked underhanded swings. He felt His cock throbbing as she began to moan through her nose and wiggle her ass, seeking out the next blow. He reached next for the cane and swished it through the air. He laughed as He saw her freeze suddenly, He knew she feared the cane.

He began with several light taps, starting at her shoulders and working his way down, tapping a little harder and faster now. He saw her eyes close and she began breathing deeply. He leaned back and let it fly hard. Aiming for the "sweet spot" where her ass met her thigh. Her eyes flew open and she screamed into the gag. He watched the welt rise and her reaction to the pain. He hit it again, just a little lower and started laughing as He saw the tears begin in her deep blue eyes.