A favorite of mine as well as others. In my opinion, my best story yet. It is a little long, but I think you'll find it's worth it.

And to Caitlain... Yes, I posted this story on Lit under sxy_bi as well. Just thought I'd save you the trouble of having to go investigate.

When I woke up this morning, I had no idea what you had in store for me. I didn’t know this would turn out to be one of the most exciting days of my life.

The day started out as usual. After I finished all the chores you set for me, I took a long, hot shower and shaved, making sure I was smooth and soft everywhere except for a small strip just above my slit just like you like it. Per your orders, I remain naked after leaving the shower and will remain as such.

I went back into your bedroom where you were sound asleep. I watched you for a few moments, your chest moving up and down slowly, listening to the soft snore coming from your throat. Oh, how I adore you, Sir. I thought to myself I have never been happier since the day you made me your pet.

I could see a bulge under the blankets, but wasn’t sure if it was the blankets or your excited cock so I slowly pulled the covers down. When I saw your cock standing at attention, an idea popped in my mind. I decided I wanted to wake you in a different way than usual.

I went to my side of the bed and climbed on as gently as I could so I didn’t wake you. I ran my fingertips up and down the shaft, feeling it twitch. A drop of pre cum dribbled out of the tip. I leaned down, watching the clear liquid sparkle in the morning light before licking it off. You tasted so good, Sir. I needed more.

I wrapped my lips around the thick mushroom head, swirling my tongue around it, gently sucking. Sliding my mouth further down, feeling your hair tickle my cheek, I cupped your balls in my hand and started to massage it. I moved my head up and down in a slow, steady rhythm, creating a strong suction. I heard a moan and you shifted slightly. I turned my head a bit and looked up at you, but your eyes were still closed. I couldn’t tell if you were still asleep or just enjoying your special wake up call.

I turned my head back and let you pop out of my mouth. Using my spit as lube, I continued to use my hand on your cock, pumping it in the same slow, steady rhythm my mouth did. I leaned down even further, sucking and licking your balls. Another moan, louder this time, came from your throat. I started sucking your rock hard member again, faster and with more urgency. I needed your cum to fill my mouth, Sir. I needed to feel the thick, sticky fluid slide down my throat.

I turned my head again and saw you looking down at me, watching me as I fucked your prick with my mouth. You grabbed a handful of my hair, thrusting your hips up, forcing your cock down my throat. I could tell by your labored breathing and ragged thrusting it wouldn’t be long now. I sucked harder, my tongue going wild on you. You held my head down as the first stream of cum shot down my throat, then another and another. You finally released my head, allowing me to raise it a little so the rest of your cum could fill my mouth and fill it you did. I continued to suck and milk all I could out of you before letting you fall out of my mouth. I held your cum in my mouth for a moment, swirling it around, savoring your taste before finally swallowing it.

“Good morning, Sir.” I said with a smirk. You sighed as the remainder of your orgasm flowed through your body.

“Good morning, pet.”

“Did you enjoy your wake-up call this morning?”

“I did, though I didn’t give you permission to do such a thing, now did I? We will deal with that in a bit though. Right now I’m starving. What’s for breakfast?”

Without answering, I quickly ran to the kitchen to get the tray I set up for you earlier. I slowly brought it in, careful not to spill anything. Your face brightened with a smile at the sight of this. I’ve never brought you breakfast in bed before and you seemed to really like it.

You immediately sat up and straightened your legs so I could place the tray over them. Looking over the tray, you saw a large plate with two sausage links, scrambled eggs and French toast. Next to the plate was a small bowl with syrup for the toast and on the other side of the plate was a bowl of fresh, mixed fruit.

As you were looking over the tray, I quickly went back into the kitchen and grabbed your coffee and morning paper. When I returned into the bedroom, you looked at me with such pride in your eyes. “Thank you, pet.”

After you finished your breakfast, I refilled your coffee and took the tray back into the kitchen. I stayed there a few moments cleaning up. When I was finished and returned to the bedroom, I saw it was time for my punishment. You were standing by our large, four-poster bed. There were shackles hanging down from the two posts at the foot of the bed and shackles on the floor connected to the legs of it.

I walked over to the bed and stopped at the edge. Still facing it, I spread my legs so you could clamp the shackles around my ankles. The cold metal against my skin made me shiver and my nipples harden. You lifted my right arm over my head, clamping the third shackle around my wrist and then doing the same with the left one. I lowered my head so that my long, raven hair would fall in front me, exposing my bare back to you. I could feel your eyes looking over me. Making sure the marks from the last flogging were gone.

The first strike wasn’t too bad as the leather strips fell firmly across my shoulders. The second strike was a little lower and the strips wrapped around my side, licking at my heavy breast. As you continued, the strikes became harder, more painful. Each strike drew a whimper from me. The strike on my ass was the worst of them all. A tear ran down my cheek. I could feel the marks from the leather strips start to form on my flesh. The next strike fell across my thighs. “Do you understand why I’m punishing you?”

“Yes, Master.” I whimpered. “Because I gave you oral pleasure without asking permission, Sir.” My breathing labored, a light sheen of sweat forming on my body… another sharp strike across my shoulders.

“Good girl. You know better than to do such a thing without asking my permission first, don’t you, girl?”

A hard strike across my ass caused me to cry out. “Yes, Sir!” My head was spinning, tears streamed down my face. My body was weak, worn out and trembling. The only things holding me up were the shackles on my wrists. Then I felt you come up behind me and undo the shackles on my ankles. Your strong arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up as you released my wrists and helped me onto the bed. After you got on the bed, I curled up next to you, laying my head on your chest, your arms wrapped around me. “Good girl.” you whispered as you wiped my tears and I slowly drifted to sleep.

As I awoke, I noticed you were no longer beside me. I looked around the room, but couldn’t see much. The sun had started to set, casting a dark shadow throughout the room. I leaned over to turn the light on. That’s when I saw the note you had left me.

I am very pleased with your actions today, pet, and how you handled your punishment. Be ready for me at 8pm. You will find everything you are to wear in the bathroom. Take a hot bath to ease the pains I know you must be feeling and wait for my return.

Your Master

Only after reading the letter did I realize what great pain I was in; my ass most of all. I slowly got off the bed and looked at the clock. It was almost 6:30 so I went into the bathroom. I saw my outfit hanging on the other side of the door. I couldn’t believe this was what you wanted me to wear.

The first thing I saw was a corset. It was red leather with a small amount of black lace trim around the bust. It had a front lacing enclosure so it would be fairly easy for me to put on myself. Next was a black leather mini skirt. I was shocked by how short it was. It didn’t look like it would cover much of anything. Black, crotch less fishnet stockings were draped over the skirt. On the floor next to the door were black knee high, patent leather boots. The heels on those things had to be about 4 inches. How the hell was I supposed to walk in those?

I decided I’d worry about that later. All I wanted to do was soak in some hot water and relax for bit. I knew by that outfit that tonight would prove to be very interesting and I’d need all the energy I could muster.

After getting out of the tub, my body didn’t hurt as much from the lashings I received earlier and I felt energized. I checked the time and saw I still had an hour to get ready so I started getting dressed. The corset wasn’t very easy to get on. I had to really suck my belly in for it to close all the way and it seemed like the cups were a size too small for my large, heavy breasts. A little more than half of them were bulging over the top. Too much movement and they’d pop out for sure.

After I got the stockings on, I moved to the skirt. When I finally got it on, I was pleased to see that it covered more than I thought it would, but it was still mighty short. If I bent over, I would be flashing anyone who’d be standing behind me. I’m pretty sure that was the whole point.

I did my hair, put it up in a ponytail just as you like it and then put the boots on. It took me a while to get used to walking in them. After I finally felt confident enough that I wouldn’t fall, I checked the time again. It was ten ‘til eight so I hurried to the door and got in my usual position whenever I am to wait for you to come home. Leaving a few feet between the door and I, I knelt and clasped my hands behind my back. Doing this almost made my tits pop out of the corset, but after a little adjusting and making sure they were safe in their confines, I again clasped my hands behind my back and awaited your arrival.

It wasn’t long before I heard your car pull up. I could feel my heart start to race, hoping you’d approve of how I looked. When you walked into the house, you didn’t say a word, but I could feel your eyes inspecting me as you walked slowly around me. “Position 2.” was all you said and I immediately stood; legs spread and hands clasped my behind my head. That made my breasts tumble out of the corset, but I knew better than to move and try to put them back. That would have to wait until you were done with your inspection.

“Very good, pet.” You walked behind me and I could feel your eyes go straight to my ass. “Position 3.”

I bent over; legs still straight and spread, tits hanging down, swaying back and forth and the skirt rising up over my ass. I had a hard time keeping my balance due to the boots I was wearing, but I managed to keep my hands behind my head and didn’t touch the floor.

Your hand caressed my ass, rubbing, admiring the marks your flogger left behind. You moved it down further, rubbing the outer lips of my sex, spreading them. You leaned down and filled your senses with the aroma of my arousal, your fingers saturated with my juices. Painfully slowly, you slid one finger inside my snatch, making my nectar dribble out onto your hand. “My goodness, baby.” You said with a little chuckle. “Are we excited?”

I moaned as you slid another finger inside me, slowly thrusting them in and out. You knelt down behind me, reaching between my legs with your other hand and began pinching my pert nipples, rolling them between your finger and thumb, pulling them as you fucked my pussy with your hand. My legs started to tremble when I felt the first flick of your tongue on my clit.

My moans came louder, I couldn’t breath and my whole body shook. You sucked my clit into your mouth, licking and sucking relentlessly, pinching my nipples harder, finger fucking my pussy faster… I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. “Please, Master!” I yelled, begging for you to let me cum. You removed your mouth from my nub long enough to say, “No, pet.” and then continued with what you were doing.

It took all the strength I had to keep from collapsing to the floor. My moans turned to screams and whimpers. I was on the verge of exploding. “Master!” was all I could manage to scream and then you instantly stopped everything. Your hands and mouth left me, leaving my body on fire. I could feel your eyes on me, watching my squirms, listening to my moans and whimpers of agony and frustration.

When I had finally calmed down, you told me to stand and to put my breasts back into the corset. I did the best I could, but knew that if they were jarred enough, they’d pop out again. After I put them back into place, you came up behind me and placed a silk blindfold over my eyes.

“Sir,” I giggled. “What are you doing?”

“Shhh. It’s a surprise, pet.” I could hear the smile in your voice.

Without saying another word, you led me out of the house and guided me to the walkway. You let go of me for a few seconds to lock the doors to the house. When you came back you led me to the sidewalk and we started walking down the street.

“Master? Why aren’t we taking the car?”

“Hush, girl. You’ll find out soon enough.”

I didn’t say another word as we walked. Cars were going past us. I could hear a few slow down as they got closer to us, probably to gawk at me due to what I was wearing and I heard a few wolf calls as the cars drove by. I was a little embarrassed at first, but also felt excited. Knowing you wanted to show your pet off, letting everyone know how proud you were to have me as your slave gave me great joy.

We continued to walk for a few blocks, enjoying the warm, midsummer night and then you stopped. I knew better than to say anything so I just stood in silence, wondering where we were going. We waited there a few moments and then I heard what sounded like a large truck approaching. It wasn’t until it slowed to a stop in front of us and I heard the doors open that I realized it was the city bus.

After you helped me up the steps, you paid the driver and started to lead me to the back of the bus. All I could hear was the loud rumble of the engine so I couldn’t tell if anyone else was on the bus or not. Not until someone we had just walked past decided to take the opportunity to grab my ass.

You led me to the back slowly, very slowly, giving other hands the chance to grope me. It made me uncomfortable at first, but then I started to enjoy it. There were hands all over me. Some tried to grab my tits; others slid their hands between my thighs trying to touch my pussy. I was getting so aroused by what was happening. I assumed this was part of your plan for the evening since you didn’t say anything about it.

When we finally stopped walking, I slowly turned around to face the front, trying to feel for a seat to sit in when you swatted my hand down. “No, pet.” You took my left hand and tied a silk rope around it, raising it above my head and tying it to one of the rails overhead. After doing the same to the right one, you proceeded to have me spread my legs and then tied them to the legs of the bus seats.

After you had me situated to your liking, you had me open my mouth, fastening a ball gag around my head. Once you sat in the seat, the bus started to move again. I held onto the railings my hands were tied to so I could keep my balance. The bus hit a bump in the road. The driver took no measures to slow down at all. As the bus bounced and shook, my breasts flopped out of the corset once again.

A hand started to rub my inner thighs and another, my tits. My nipples were pulled and tweaked until they stood at attention. I felt my pussy lips start to spread, my arousal becoming evident as the hand on my thigh slowly worked its way up. Just when I thought it’d reach my cunt and give me the pleasure I so desired, it slowly went back down. Again and again the hand did this, each time getting just a little closer to the prize, lightly brushing against it, but then falling back down my leg.

I could feel my juices drip out of me, my pussy throbbing, begging to be touched. As if the man understood my need, he worked his way back up my thigh again. Only this time, he roughly shoved two fingers inside me. I let out a loud, but muffled moan as he slid his fingers back out, holding them just below my opening and letting my excitement drip down onto them.

I crouched down as much as I could, thrusting and wiggling my hips, searching for his fingers. Then he shoved them back into my canal, causing my head to fly back from the sensation. He began to thrust his hand up and down, my hips grinding, riding his fingers as his thumb rubbed my clit.

The hand on my tits worked my nipples feverishly. Pinching them hard, twisting them, and sending shockwaves through me. My moans became low grunts and growls. My legs shook and sweat dripped off my face. Seeing that I was coming close to orgasm, you stood up and leaned in next to my ear. “If you cum before I tell you to, slut, this night will be over and you won’t get to know what other surprises I have for you.”

All I could do was nod my head to say I understood. It took just about everything I had to not explode all over this strange man’s hand. I almost lost it a couple times, but I held on. Even over the rumble of the engine and the wind gusting in through a window or two, I could hear my juices squishing out of me with each thrust of his hand.

Then, someone raised my skirt, exposing my ass. I felt hands spread my cheeks and someone rubbed a cold gel on and around my rosebud. Slowly and gently the finger invaded my ass, moving in and out. The fingers in my pussy picked up speed, the palm of the hand slapping against my clit. The finger in my ass slowly caught up and kept rhythm with the hand.

Just when I thought I couldn’t hold on any longer, you whispered in my ear, “Cum. Now.” and with those two little words, my muscles contracted, muffled screams escaped my throat and I gushed cum everywhere, but the hand didn’t stop. It moved more urgently than ever, pounding into my contracting pussy, slamming into my clit. The finger in my ass moved just as fast sending yet another wave of cum flowing out of me.

As the bus finally slowed to a stop, so did the hands. After they left my body, you stood and removed the gag from my mouth. “Master.” was all I had the strength to say. My legs were trembling and felt weak. As you untied my ankles and wrists, a loud applause broke out on the bus. From the sound of it, a lot of people got quite a show and they obviously enjoyed it. “You did well, my pet. I’m proud of you.” You said as you helped me off the bus. I knew that would be a ride I’d never forget.

As we stepped onto the curb, I heard the bus pull away. We walked a few paces straight ahead before coming to a stop. Still blindfolded, I heard you open a door, and then you guided me in. “Holy shit!” I heard a man say from a few feet in front of us. I felt my face turn bright red as I realized my breasts were still hanging out of the corset. I quickly fumbled to get them back in place, but you smacked my hands. “No. Leave them.” I stopped what I was doing but left my hands up, trying to somewhat cover myself. I could feel your eyes staring at me, starting to fill with anger, so I lowered my arms, leaving my girls exposed.

We walked a few feet towards where the shocked voice came from, my large tits bouncing and swaying as we went. An odor of cigar smoke filled my senses and grew stronger the closer we got to your destination. The faint sounds of a baseball game on a TV came from the same direction we were headed.

The man in front of us cleared his throat. “May I help you?” I could feel his eyes on my tits as you told him we’d like a room. It then became clear that we were in some motel. “Y-yes, Sir,” the man stuttered. I didn’t hear him move and could still feel his eyes on me.

You let out an irritated sigh before saying, “Now, please.” I heard him fumble around with a bunch of keys before finally handing you one. “Room 303. Third floor.” You thanked him and then asked him if you could have a word with him. You told me to stay put as you walked a few feet away from me. I could hear you whispering something to him, but couldn’t tell what. “Let’s go, pet,” you said when you finally returned and took my arm.

After walking a few steps, I heard the familiar sound of elevator doors opening. After we entered it, you pushed the button for our floor. The doors closed, and the elevator started moving, but before we reached our floor, you pushed another button making it stop. “On your knees, slut.”

Without saying a word, I immediately dropped to my knees and began unbuckling your belt. While I was doing this, my hands brushed against your already-hard cock, making it twitch. Once I had the button and zipper of your pants undone, I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of them and your underwear, slowly pulling them down and freeing your tool.

I leaned forward to take you into my mouth, but you put your hand on my head to stop me. Instead, you rubbed the tip of it on my cheek, smearing your pre cum on my face.

“You want to suck Master’s cock, don’t you, whore?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me how bad you want my cock to fill your slut mouth,” you said as you slapped it across my cheeks.

“Please, Sir. I need to suck you so bad. I need to taste you. I need to feel your cum fill my mo-.”

Before I could finish, you shoved your dick in my mouth. Your hands on either side of my head, you began thrusting at a feverish pace. Your thrusting was so wild, I had to grab onto the railing that was midway up the wall to keep my balance. Sucking and slurping sounds filled the small elevator.

As you continued to fuck my face, your balls slapping against my chin, I heard low growls come from deep within you. I was prepared to feel your seed spurt into my mouth, but you pulled your cock out instead. As soon as you did, the first shot of your cum hit my cheek, a second across the bridge of my nose. You let out a loud moan as a third spurt hit the blindfold and a fourth landed on my chin. I could hear you breathing heavily as you used your cock to smear your cum all over my face and the blindfold.

You rubbed the head across my lips. Slipping my tongue out, I licked the cum off your softening shaft. As I cleaned your cock, you pushed the button to start the elevator again. You caressed my head as I lapped up the last of the cum from your member. I tilted my head up, smiling, gobs of your seed still dripping off my face. “I’ve never seen you look more beautiful, pet," you said.

After you pulled your pants back up, the doors opened to our floor. You took my arm and led me to our room. As we entered, you took the blindfold off and threw the key on a small table that was next to the door. As my eyes adjusted to the light, you told me to go clean my face and take my clothes off, so I headed for the bathroom that was just off to my right.

It was a small room with a dim, overhead light. It looked pretty clean besides a few water spots on the mirror. There were a couple of small bottles of shampoo and a small bar of soap on the counter next to the sink. I grabbed the white washcloth hanging from a towel rack next to the mirror and proceeded to wash the sticky cum off my face and tits.

Once I dried off, I took my hair out of the ponytail, semi-combing it with my fingers. Unlacing the corset, I let it fall to the floor. I took a deep breath, finally able to breathe freely again. I took the boots and the rest of my clothes off, folded them, and carried them back into the room. I set them on top of a dresser that was just around the corner from the bathroom and headed for the bed where you were sitting.

The room wasn’t much bigger than a large living room. There was a small dresser against one wall and two round end tables, one on either side of the bed. The bed wasn’t as large as ours, but was big enough for two people.

“Are you hungry, pet?” you asked as I sat next to you.

“Yes, Sir. Famished.”

“Lie down and rest for a bit. I’ll go back to the house, get the car then get us something to eat. Since you’ve been such a good pet today, I may have a special surprise for you later.” You placed your hands on my cheeks and kissed my forehead. “Thank you, Master,” I said with a soft smile.

After you left, I went into the bathroom. Turning my back to the mirror and looking over my shoulder, I stared at the marks you left from the flogging earlier. Crisscrossed marks in just about every shade of red covered my shoulders, thighs and everywhere in between. A smile crept across my face, knowing that these lashes on my flesh were a testament to how much you care for me.

As I was lying on the bed, surrounded by darkness, listening to the soft music coming from the radio on the end table, I started to doze off. I was startled awake by the feeling of being watched. I tried to look around the room, but it was too dark for me to see anything. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out a figure standing by the dresser.

“Is that you, Sir?”

Silence.

“Come on, Sir. Don’t do that. You’re scaring me,” I said with a nervous chuckle.

Silence.

“Sir?” my voice quivered.

The figure slowly started walking toward me. My heart pounded in my ears as fear took hold of me. Then in a flash, he pounced on top of me, grabbing my arms and pinning them above my head with one hand and covering my mouth with the other. Leaning down next to my ear he whispered, “Scream and I’ll slit your throat.”

He took his hand off my mouth and reached behind him, pulling something out of his waistband. Tears streaming down my face, I took a deep breath, preparing to scream, but my action was halted. I felt something cold and very sharp press against my neck. “Try it,” was all he said. I just started sobbing, hoping this was just a bad dream. Having proved to me that he had a knife and would use it if need be, he placed it on the table next to us.

Still holding my wrists in his tight grip, he rolled over slightly, slipping his other hand between us, undoing his pants. He struggled to pull them down, and his grip on my arms loosened. I quickly pulled one hand free and tried with all my might to get away from him. I clawed at his face, slapping and hitting him as hard as I could, but my efforts were met with a sharp smack to my face and then laughter. “Did you really think you could get away from me that easy, bitch?” he said, still laughing. His voice sounded so familiar, but I couldn’t place it.

My thoughts were quickly brought back to what was happening when he shoved my legs apart with his knees, forcing his cock deep inside my pussy. The pain brought more tears to my eyes. He wasn’t the least bit gentle as he pounded into me. He started roughly pinching and pulling my nipples, making me squeal out in pain.

“You love this, don’t you, slut? You love having my cock filling your nasty cunt,” he said through heavy breathing.

“N-no, I d-don’t,” I said, crying almost hysterically. I started thinking about you, Sir -- wondering how you would react once you found out about this.

“Lying bitch.” He pulled my nipples even harder this time. It felt like he was going to rip them right off my body. I screamed in pain, and he slapped me again. “Scream again and you’re dead.”

He started slamming into me harder, the pain unbearable. Everything was a haze, the room started spinning, and my thoughts returned to you. I knew that if I were going to make it through this, I’d have to give him what he wanted. I started acting like I loved what he was doing to me. My sobs and whimpers turned to moans. I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts; his cock was so deep inside me, it felt like he was in my belly.

I wrapped my legs around him, grinding into him. The sounds of the squeaky springs of the bed and my juices squishing out of me filled the room. He released my wrists, and I wrapped my arms around him, digging my nails in his back. Leaning down, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue wildly, biting down on it.

He lifted my legs over his shoulders, pushing my knees down by my face and driving even deeper into my snatch, his balls slapping against my ass. My breath ragged, moans filling the room, I realized I wasn’t acting anymore. This strange man was on top of me, fucking me like a mad man, and I loved it. I started giving him the same fierceness he was giving me.

My muscles tensed, my nectar spilling out of me. I started screaming, not from pain, but from pleasure as my orgasm swept through me. I didn’t think I’d ever stop coming as my velvety walls contracted, squeezing his tool. His motions didn’t slow at all. He continued to delve deep inside me, like he was digging for some hidden treasure.

Suddenly, he pulled out, turned me over and made me stick my ass high in the air. He rubbed my cheeks, feeling the welts from my earlier lashing. “Someone’s been a naughty, slut.” He said and gave my ass a firm slap. The pain radiated through me, making me cry out, and he chuckled.

Spreading my checks and using my juices as lubrication, he started pressing the head of his cock against my rosebud. Knowing what he wanted, I relaxed as much as I could. Gently thrusting, he shoved more and more into me. Then without warning, he buried his full length deep in my ass, letting out a loud moan as he did so.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe from the pain, but it slowly subsided. His sweat dripped down, splashing on my back. He pounded my ass wildly, his balls smacking my pussy. He grabbed a handful of my hair, jerking my head back. “Tell me how much you love having your ass fucked by me. Tell me how much you love my cock, bitch,” he growled at me.

When I hesitated, he yanked my hair and slapped my ass hard, making me cry out again. “Tell me, you nasty cunt!” He reached under me, his fingers making hard circles on my clit. He dipped them in my excitement, smearing it on my nub. I could feel a fire growing within me as my next orgasm approached. “Say it,” he whispered.

“I love having your cock in my ass!” I yelled as my body was racked with the most intense orgasm of the night. I gripped the sheets tight in my hands as my body stiffened, yet trembled at the same time. I pressed my face into the bed, muffling my deep moans.

He took hold of my hips, pulling me onto him as he drove his cock in. His breathing became labored and ragged and low growls came from him. With one final, deep thrust, he exploded. His cum filled my hole as he dug his nails into my flesh. Pumping the last of his seed, he collapsed on top of me, panting heavily.

After a few moments, he got off of me and pulled his pants back up. I rolled onto my side, my body aching from the feverish fucking I just had. Nothing was said between us, but as he started to walk out the door, he turned back. “Your Master would be very proud of you, girl.” With that, he left.

I lay there for a bit, pondering what just happened, wondering how you would react when I told you. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t realize I had started crying. I hoped you wouldn’t be angry with me for giving into him and not fighting back harder.

I was brought out of my thoughts by hearing the door open. My mind raced. What if it was the man returning to have his way with me again? What if he decided it’d be best if I weren’t left alive? I saw something twinkle out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t believe it. The man left here without his knife. I quickly grabbed it, holding it in my lap, my hands trembling.

“You asleep, baby?”

Breathing a big sigh of relief, I put the knife back on the table. “No, Sir.” My voice quivered and tears flowed down my cheeks. You turned on the light, blinding me for split second. After being in the dark for so long, the light was a great shock to my eyes. Seeing me in the state I was in, you sat on the bed and wrapped your arms around me, stroking my hair. “What’s wrong, pet? Talk to me.”

When I finished explaining what had just happened, you told me to get dressed because we were leaving. Your calmness surprised me. Had I been wrong about how much you care for me? Did you really not care that a strange man forced me to fuck him?

As I was putting my clothes back on, his last words kept ringing in my ears. “Your Master would be very proud of you.” How did he know about Master? Was it someone from the bus who had followed us here?

We stepped out of the elevator and headed for the counter. There was a well-built, middle-aged man with short, dark blonde hair and brown eyes standing behind it.

As we walked up to hive him the key, he said, “I hope you enjoyed your stay.” That voice. Could it really be him? Could he be the man that came into our room just a short while ago? After I took a closer look, I saw a few scratches from the corner of his eye to the bottom of his rugged jaw.

I started to say something, but you gave me a look, and I knew to stay quiet. “Yes, we had a wonderful time.” You said as you handed him the key. I looked at you, surprised at what I’d just heard. How could you say we had a wonderful time after what happened to me?

“Great! Come back anytime.” He looked at me with a huge grin, his eyes wandering down to my breasts bulging out of the corset.

As we started out the door to leave, you stopped, pulling something out of your jacket. “By the way, you forgot this.” I looked on in shock as you handed him the knife.

“So I did. Thanks… for everything,” he said with a sly smile.

A night about a year ago flashed in my mind. You had just accepted me as your pet and asked about my fantasies. I told you it had been a longtime fantasy of mine to be “raped”. A smile crept across my face as I realized what you had done for me. “Thank you, Sir.” I said as you walked up and took my hand. Caressing my face with one finger, you said, “You’re welcome, pet.”

 

Wow. I liked it... more so the part of it being based on the reader

 

yeah great story, liked how you accepted everything from your master

 

Thank you. That's how I write most of my stories.

 

Thank you.

 

Nice !

 

Thanks. I'm glad you enjoyed it.