"Before we continue with today's fun, I want to talk to you. Now I told you that your submission is a journey. Well this is your first few timid steps. Our relationship is not just a physical, sexual one. You will learn how to serve me in other ways as well. You will learn how to act and behave like a proper slaveslut. You will learn how I want you to look, act, talk, and think. My goal as Master is to get into your head and possess not only your body, but your mind as well. I want to be the first thing you think of when waking and the last thing on your mind when you fall asleep. I want to be in your thoughts during the day and possess your dreams and fantasies at night. I want to own you completely. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes Master," I said. I don't think he realized it at the time, but he was closer to his goal than he knew. That past week he had been the subject of almost every thought dream and fantasy I'd had! I couldn't get him off my mind and now that I was here, naked with my tits tightly bound and an enormous dildo shoved deep up my cunt, all my thoughts and fantasies were coming true!

"Good. Now to achieve this result, I use your own sexual needs, desires, and lusts as motivation for you. In other words, be prepared to be teased, tormented, and frustrated. I'll warn you now that during our sessions, I will often be bringing you to the very edge of your orgasm, stopping just as you feel yourself about to cum, and then let you calm back down. But only partially... I will let you calm down just enough to take the edge off, but then I will bring you right back," he told me.

If he intended to use my own needs and desires as motivation, he was doing a damn fine job! I was almost insane with lust at this point. My cunt was drooling around the thick hard dildo and my tits were ablaze. I didn't know what more he could do to drive me any further, but knowing him, he would find a way.

Master finally took the clamps off my tits. He squeezed my tits, slapping them over and over as I moaned and whimpered. My poor abused tits were the color of berries and burning like they had been doused with gasoline and lit on fire. At last he started to untie my tits, and the blood rushed back into them, further enhancing the fire and the deep throbbing that I felt.

"Stand up, whore and get down on the floor," he commanded.

I got off the chair slowly, the dildo vacated my cunt as I did, and I knelt down on the floor. Just about the time my knees hit the floor and I put my hands down, he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me across his polished wood floor. He dragged me by the hair around the sofa and then pulled me up, bending me over the back. He pushed my face into the cushions so I couldn't see what he was doing. "Don't move from this spot," he warned and I heard his footsteps crossing the floor, then returning.

He grabbed my hair again and hauled me up so he could see my face. He had the doctors report that I had brought in his hand. As I stood there partially bent over the sofa with my ass jutting out and my legs spread, he looked over the report.

"It says here that you are clean and you don't have any issues. That's good because it is time I take my new whore for a 'test ride'. Before I do, though would you like to see my report?" he asked.

"No, Master. That isn't necessary, I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. I trust you," I said, my heart racing as I knew I was about to feel his cock in my cunt for the first time.

"Good answer, whore," he said, "Very well, then. I am going to take you now, but you are not to cum. Whatever I do to you, you are not to cum unless you beg for it and I give you permission - if you do I will punish you, do you understand me?"

Yes, Master. I understand," I said, already feeling myself losing control as the anticipation of our first fuck made my pulse race and my clit throb.

Master then got behind me and knelt down. I felt his hands pulling my ass cheeks apart and knew he was inspecting me. I felt so cheap and whorish... like a piece of meat at an auction. I felt like a farm animal being checked over before being sold. It was gloriously degrading and humiliating! He inspected my holes for a couple moments, shoving a finger into my cunt and probing my still recovering whore hole. Then he pulled his finger out and shoved it into my tight puckered asshole.

Up to this point we hadn't discussed anal sex. We had been too busy talking about abusing my tits and cunt and talking about BDSM things. It just hadn't come up. But I am very fond of anal sex and anything shoved up my poop chute makes me crazy hot! So when he shoved his stiff long finger up my ass, it lit me up.

"Ohhhh fuuck, Master! Yes, ohhh god, I love having my ass fingered! Ohhhh fuck yessss!" I moaned loudly.

"Ahhh... I see we have found another plaything!" he said chuckling. He pulled his finger out and replaced it with two fingers, stretching and working my asshole. I moaned again as I felt him re-enter me this time he was larger and I pushed back against his fingers, wanting them deeper. He pushed in and then started twisting them inside me asshole working my sphincter and opening my ass up. I tossed my head back and gripped the back of the sofa as I felt his fingers in my rectum. He twisted and pushed and spread his fingers as he loosened me up. Once he was satisfied with my asshole's readiness, he began pumping his fingers in and out of me. Slowly at first but with increasing speed and power he began fucking my ass with his long, strong fingers.

"Reach back whore and hold your ass open. Spread those fucking ass cheeks so I can finger-fuck you!" he commanded. With a loud moan at his words, I reached back with both hands pulling my ass wide open for him. He spit on my ass and worked the spit into my hole to serve as lube. As he finger-fucked my ass with one hand, he added to my torment by using his other hand to play with my throbbing clit. Now I was in a pickle, do I push back against the fingers in my ass, or press forward against the hand playing my clit? What a delicious conundrum! I moaned as I was skewered in two directions, first pushing forward, then back rocking back and forth and enjoying the pleasure of both.

I could have stayed right there being pleasured from both directions for the rest of the weekend but Master had other things he wanted to do. So with a whimper of disappointment from me, he withdrew his fingers from both my asshole and my clit. But I was happily surprised when I realized he moved his hands away so he could shove his tongue into my cunt instead!

"Ohhhhfuck! Ohmygod! ooooohh..." I moaned. God he was fantastic! The feeling of his tongue, burrowing into my honey hole like a wet wriggling snake was almost more than I could stand. I had to lean over to keep from falling down and I spread my legs wider to accommodate him easier.

"Oh Master please! Please..." I moaned. I was getting so close...

Master ground his face into my slobbering cunt, fucking me with his tongue and alternating between long slow licks from my clit to my asshole, and short stabs into my holes with his tongue formed into a small cock. It was deliriously wonderful.

I was so aroused that I reached up without thinking and began playing with my nipples, pinching and pulling at them as he kept burrowing into my cunt and ass. I moaned and wriggled back against him as he ate my pussy and ass. Occasionally he would pull back and swat my ass hard and then dive back in.

"Masssterrr.... Oh god I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" I cried out suddenly. I could feel myself teetering on the edge of the abyss.

"Don't you do it, whore! Don't you dare cum yet!" he warned me. Just for emphasis he swatted my ass four times hard - twice on each ass cheek as fast as he could.

"Ohh fuck!" I yelped as my ass stung from the blows.

He stood up and came up behind me. I could feel him pressing against me, his hard erect cock nestled between my ass cheeks and rubbing it's length against me. Oh how I wanted that beast in me!

"Master... please... please fuck your whore. Please, I need your cock...I need it inside me sooo much. Please take your pleasure out in your filthy whore now..." I whimpered, nearly to tears now.

He gripped my hips with both hands and plunged his ten-inch long sword into me the full length in one slick motion. I died right then and there.

"Ohhhmyyygoddddd!" I screamed so loud it hurt my ears. "Ohmygod, ohmygod,ohmygod," I cried out as he began slamming into me as hard as he could, driving that cock into me lie a piledriver and pounding deep into my cunt. I could feel his heavy, cum-filled balls slapping against my ass as he drove his cock into me. He was an animal and I was his prey. He pinned me against the sofa back and was going to punch a hole in me with that cock.

He reached around me and grabbed my tits, sinking his fingers deep into the already abused flesh and pulling at my nipples with his strong grip. my hands gripped the sofa back so tightly my knuckles turned white with the strain.

It had just been too much. Between the tit abuse, the cunt abuse, then the toying and now his hard, savage fucking, it had just been too much stimulation. I didn't feel it coming on, it happened all of a sudden. With a howl of release, I came... I came hard, my cunt opening up and gushing pussy juice out as my world split apart. I screamed as I came and my legs gave out on me, I collapsed over the sofa, still writhing and convulsing as the earth-shattering orgasm took control of me. I grabbed my head, trying to stop the spinning I sensed there until I just went limp, draped over the sofa like a bath towel.

"Did you just fucking cum, whore?" he yelled, as he grabbed my hair and pulled me back upright. He spun me around to face him and held me by my throat. "Did you just cum without permission?" he repeated.

"Y.. yes, Master. I'm sorry, I couldn't help it! It just... happened!" I said.

"I warned you that if you came without permission you would be punished. Did you think I was kidding?" he said.

"No Master," I said. Master was angry with me. I had never seen this side of him, and it scared me a little.

"Well, I am going to have to punish you, whore. You are going to have to learn that my rules are not to be broken and when I say something I mean it."

"No, Master, please!" I said anxiously.

"Quiet, whore! I told you NOT to cum without permission and you did it anyway. I don't care if it was a 'accident' or not, you need to learn more self-control of your urges apparently," he said gruffly. I stood there trembling as he spoke, his hand still gripping my throat. He released my throat and grabbed my hair pulling me to an empty corner of the living room. He pushed me into the corner and pushed my head into the corner.

"Now stand here in the corner and think about what you have done while I get things ready to punish you," he said. Then he pulled my head back to look me in the eye. "Don't you move from this spot, do you hear me, whore?"

"Yes, Master, I promise," I whimpered at barely above a whisper. I stood there with my face in the corner just like I did when I was four years old. If I wasn't so worried about what would come next, I might find it strangely sexy and humiliating, but not ever seeing Master so pissed I didn't know what he was capable of. I believed he wouldn't intentionally hurt me, but still I was uneasy.

He left me there in the corner and although I couldn't see him (I didn't dare turn around to peek) I head his heavy footsteps as he walked away. I don't know how long he was gone but it seemed like an eternity. Finally I heard those same footsteps heavy on the wood floor. He approached me and pulled me away from the wall by my arm this time.

"On your hands and knees, whore," he commanded tugging down on my arm. I dropped to my hands and knees as ordered and he took a handful of my blonde hair, twisting it a few times into a long rope. Hanging on to the end he took a step forward. "Now crawl, whore."

I crawled on my hands and knees doing my best to keep up with his long strides. But I couldn't crawl fast enough and he ended up doing as much dragging me as I did in crawling. He took me to the bedroom and we went to the middle of the room. He lifted me up to a standing position and told me to stand still. He walked over to a chest sitting on the far wall and pulled out some things and brought them over to me.

He started by buckling a pair of leather cuffs to my wrists. Then he took a length of rope and tied the end to the cuffs and ran the other end through a large eyebolt screwed into the ceiling and hoisted my arms up over my head and secured them in place. Then he brought out a long metal pole with a pair of leather cuffs attached to it. He spread my legs wide and attached a cuff to each one. With my hands tied up over my head and my legs attached to the spreader bar, Master was satisfied that I was securely bound.

"That should hold you for what I have in mind," he said ominously. He saw the worried look on my face and smiled. "Because this is your first spanking, we will start slowly. But don't think just because we are starting small that I am going to go easy on you. Remember this is a punishment spanking not an erotic one. You will find sitting rather uncomfortable for a few days after we are through here, I promise you."

"Y...yes, Master," I gulped. Master had shown himself to be a man of his word - if he said I would be sore after he was through, I knew he meant it.

"We will start out with a little hand spanking just to get your ass warmed up. Then we will go to a paddle, and then to the cane. After your ass has been lit up, we will see what other things we can find to do," he said. He took a bottle of baby oil and put some on his hand rubbing it all over my ass. "This baby oil will do two things. First it will protect your soft creamy ass from getting splitting and cracking from the paddle and cane. Secondly, it tends to hold the heat in and make a delightful burn as I warm your ass up!"

As I felt the baby oil being rubbed on my ass it felt wonderful. I began to moan softly even though I knew I was being prepared for a spanking, his hands rubbing the warm oil on me were so enjoyable. He smiled as I moaned and I think he purposefully took his time with the oil. He even reached between my legs to rub his oily fingers across my pussy and clit, making me groan with pleasure.

But pleasantries aside, he had a job to do and so he stood up and came around to a postion behind and to the left of me. "Are you ready to begin?" he asked me.

"Please, Master, please don't. Please!! I'll... I'll be good. I promise." I said, tears already starting to form in the corners of my eyes. "I won't ever... er... cum without permission again."

"Now, repeat after me: I'm a very naughty whore and I deserve everything you do to me. Please spank me hard," he commanded.

I stared at him for several moments trying to figure out what he was doing. Then, quietly, I repeated his words. "I'm a very naughty whore and I deserve everything you do to me. Please spank me hard." I actually shook as I said this.

"Good. Now, repeat this after me: I'm yours to command. My mouth is yours, my tits are yours, my ass is yours and my horny cunt is yours," he said.

Again, a long pause, but then: "I'm yours to command. My mouth is yours, my tits are yours, my ass is yours and my horny cunt is yours."

"Good," he said. Then he stood and watched as I waited for the inevitable. The longer I stood still the more I twitched in anticipation... it was maddening waiting for the first swat.

Then Master began to spank me. He spanked me steadily, and almost immediately I was whimpering, then crying. He had been right - the baby oil did protect my skin, but God the burn! I twisted and turned my ass this way and that as he swated me, trying to avoid or at least lessen the effect of the blows, but nothing helped. My voice was croaky as I begged him to stop. Tied as I was I couldn't rub my ass or block his swats, I couldn't do anything but take the blows one after another as my ass began to pinken, then redden.

Finally his hand began to sting, and he stopped. After a pause he stood back to admire the view of my searing ass. My ass and the tops of my legs were red, and my cunt was glistening. He walked around me, and sure enough he found my nipples were stiff - surprisingly to both of us I was getting off on my punishment!

I remained bound and standing in the middle of my Master's bedroom, displaying myself for his benefit. I knew that there was more spanking to come, but seeing how he looked at me made me... horny and aroused, knowing my Master approved of me. He approached me and fondled my left titty, and squeezed my stiff, throbbing nipple. I gasped but said nothing.

He slapped me across the face. Then, he slapped my tits, left, right, left, right. I started to whimper, then cry out in pain. He slapped them again, and I yelled out, begging him to stop.

He did stop, but only long enough to pick up the paddle he intended on using next. The paddle of choice was a wooden paddle in the shape of an slightly elongated ping pong paddle. He showed me the paddle he was about to use, then walked slowly around behind me and again I waited, trembling, for him to begin.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! He gave me four swats, alternating cheeks. I squealed as the first few swats landed and danced as best I could with my legs secured to the spreader bar.

"Oh fuck, Master! Ow! Oww!" I cried out, but he was not swayed in his purpose. The tears were now flowing again, and my ass was on fire once more. This time, instead of stopping, he simply alternated sides and carried on. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! on my ass proper and below, on the tops of my legs.

He paused for a moment and ran his hand over my smoldering ass. "Yes...

you are getting a nice little burn going," he commented on the heat radiating from my bright red ass.

Then he took up the paddle once more. He ended the paddle part of the punishment with a barrage of eight hard swats aternating between cheeks, but with no pause in-betwen. I'll tell you by the end of that series I thought my ass would burst into flame!

At last he pulled back, leaving me with my eyes shut, softly swaying in front of him. I was sobbing and panting as I tried to cope with the fire in my backside... and the fire in my cunt as well.

After a short pause, he came up close to my face and grabbed my throat. Holding me by the throat he looked into my tear streaked face. Now whore, you have a choice. Because you are new to all this and I am such a nice guy, I am going to let you decide. Should I continue with the next part, the caning, or should I just fuck you the way you are right now?

"Oh God Master, please fuck me! Please fuck you naughty whore! Oh please Master! Please use me... my ass, my cunt, my mouth, I don't care just please please use me!" I cried sobbing.

Master walked around behind me and took his cock and slid it between my legs, teasing my dripping cunt and poking gently at my asshole. It was as if he was trying to decide which hole to use first. I moaned at both and wriggled my ass in anticipation.

I actually cried out as he entered me from behind. He wasted no time with gentleness and set about to pound into me hard, fast, and savagely. My first orgasm came quickly, but he didn't slow down. He kept up the pounding, thrusting his full length into me and pulling all the way out, just to stab me again with his steel-hard cock. All the time I remained standing bound and moaning, and breathing hard. Three orgasms later, and he was ready to move on. But what next?

He pulled his cock from my sopping cunt, and I stood there panting. While thinking about his next move, he fondled my very red ass, allowing his fingers to wander between my legs and toy wih my sensitive clit. It was a good thing my wrists were tied over my head, because my legs were too weak to hold me up anymore.

I was drenched in sweat and my legs shook violently as they struggled to carry my weight. My hair was a matted sweat-soaked mess and any makeup I had left was completely ruined. I was gulping in large mouthfuls of air and swaying as the ropes were the only thing keeping me from crashing to the floor.

"You look like you have had a hard day, whore! This kind of treatment looks good on you!" he said with a wicked grin. He must have known I was at my end because he took me down from where I hung and dragged me over to his large bed. He threw me onto the bed sideways, laying on my back, with my head hanging off the edge a bit.

"Open that whore mouth, I am going to shove my cock down your throat and you are going to make me cum. If you are too slow or I am not happy with your efforts I am going to punish you all over again," he said.

Master quickly straddled my head and pushed his cock against my mouths and lips. I opened my mouth and he shoved his hard cock deep into my throat, making me gag a bit. He proceeded to fuck my face - pumping in and out of my mouth, in long powerful strokes. His hands descended to my tits once more. One moment he was grabbing my tits hard and sinking his fingers deep into the soft flesh, and the next he was slapping the tormented globes. Or he would pinch the nipples and pull up on them, stretching my tits until I thought the nipples would come off. All the while he kept sliding his beautiful cock in and out of my face. I moaned around the luscious big cock as his squeezing and slapping of my tits became even more potent. At last he quivered and moaned and slammed his cock down my throat, holding it there as he came, shooting thick ropes of hot creamy cum down my throat as I struggled to swallow them. His hands continued to maul my already thoroughly used tits, even as his orgasmic contractions subsided.

He pulled his spent and softening cock from my mouth as I stayed laying on the bed, waiting for the next order, the next violation. It didn't take long for him to come up with it either.

"Open your legs whore," he commanded.

I did as he said and he attached the tube of a clit pump to my sensitive bud, pumping the bulb up strongly. I felt my clit being sucked up into the tube, an excruciating feeling of constricted pleasure. I felt fingers diving into my cunt, four of them going deeply inside, my cunt already well loosened from the big dildo from before. With my clit enclosed, I was fucked briefly with four fingers before Master pulled his fingers out again.

"Hold still cunt, you better be ready for this."

He slid a standard slimline vibrator into my hungry cunt. Then he slid in another one in, and then another. The three vibes were a tight fit, but my welcoming cunt accepted them obediently. It took some effort to get the fourth one in, but Master pushed the first three down hard in order to to insert the fourth.

"Stop squirming whore," he commanded.

He picked up the fifth and placed it in the center of the cluster. Smoothly and very forcefully he slid it in to me, and as he did, it pushed the other four firmly against the walls of my stretched cunt. It went in surprisingly easily, five vibrators, albeit slim ones were now embedded in my cunt, and, one by one he turned them all on.

"Stop moving I said!" he told me, slapping my tits.

A tremendous buzzing came from my overstuffed cunt and filled the room, like bees around a hive. With the palm of his hand, he held the buzzing cluster of vibrators still and pushed them deeper into my greedy snatch. I struggled in vain to stay still, but flailed and wailed as he added to my torment by pulling and yanking on the clit tube with his free hand.

"Now cum, you filthy whore, and scream so the whole fucking hotel hears!" he commanded.

As my climax built, I flailed and bucked like I was possessed. The accompanying screams were primal expressions of release. As the orgasm crashed over me, Master did not relent. In fact, he increased my torment still more, adding some tit slapping and nipple pulling to the sensations flooding my brain while he held the vibrators firmly in place. Finally he ceased the stimulation, turning off the five vibrators still embedded in my whore hole.

"Okay, spit them out of that cunt of yours," he said.

With that, he removed her palm from the cluster of vibrators and the embedded toys quickly evacuated my cunt. A little pile of still buzzing vibrators lay on the bed between my thighs, covered in pussy juice which continued to dribble out of the now empty hole.

Our encounter however, was not over...

"Get up, we still have a lot of work to do, I want you to kneel on the bed," commanded Master

Still panting and weak from the exertion, I nevertheless did as I was told, rising to my knees on the bed and keeping my hands at my sides.

My pendulous tits hung down and I didn't have long to wait until my big nipples were clamped again. Big wicked looking clamps that pinched my nipples a lot harder than the previous ones. Master pinched my niples to get the stiff again and when he attached these new clamps, I felt a bolt of sexual lightning running from my already overused tits straight to my cunt.

With my tits clamped again, Master pushed me backwards onto my back. You move around far too much when I am doing things to you, so I am going to have to tie you up again." he said. With that Master tied a single rope to one of the bedposts and then deftly bound my tits. Each tit was encircled by two loops of rope and pulled tight and when both were done, the other end of the rope was tied to the bed post. My tits were turgid again and almost instantly lit up a shade of deep fuchsine.

With my tits bound again, he then puled my legs up over my head and tied each to the bedpost at the head of the bed.

"There, I need easy access to your cunt and asshole," he said. He finished my bondage by tying my hands to the sides of the bed, thus preventing me from escaping or even touching myself or him.

Spread open and vulnerable as I lay there, I felt Master's fingers first at my cunt and then at my asshole. My asshole had escaped his attention so far, but I knew this was almost certainly about to change. Master's fingers pushed and jabbed at my asshole roughly, but the copious amount of lubricant allowed first one finger to sidle in and another two quickly followed. Master continued for awhile, forcefully probing at my anus, stretching it with her fingers strongly and methodically.

Finally his fingers withdrew and I felt a dildo enter my cunt however it felt like a surprisingly small one. Then I felt an object enter my asshole.

"Let's pump up these plugs shall we," he said chuckling and I quickly realised that I had an inflatable toy in each hole.

I quickly felt the toys start to expand within my holes. Within a minute or so the pressure started to become immense.

"Keep them in there," commanded Master loudly.

I could feel the toys swelling inside me, filling up my cunt and anus deeply. I struggled to keep myself from pushing the invaders out, but I managed to keep them in. Finally Master stopped pumping as it became harder and harder for him to squeeze the bulbs of the toys. Master moved around, but my mind was focussed on what was happening to my cunt and asshole. I had never felt so full in my life! The deep recesses of my cunt and asshole had been expanded and the deep pressure Master had applied remained. It was incredible! To shake me from my focus, he grabbed the chain attached to my nipples and yanked on it hard once before continuing with short staccato jerks, not gentle, each one greeted with a yelp, whimper or scream from me.

As If all this wasn't enough to drive me out of my mind, Master started to rub my clit, really rub it hard. It didn't take long for my orgasm to build. An inflatable plug in my cunt and ass, my clamped tits being tormented and my clit being rubbed like he was trying to get rid of it. There was no slow teasing build-up of a climax, it was simply like I hit a wall, it crashed over me before I realized it was coming. As I crested and began the crash, Master cruelly took his fingers off my clit, rapidly deflated the occupants in my cunt and anus, and stopped yanking on the chain attached to my nipples. As my orgasm raged through me and I was denied the stimulus I craved, I screamed and flailed around the bed in a panick to feel some sort of stimulation, someting touching my clit, my cunt, or my tits. The void I was in was unhinging... I was quite out of my mind. I uttered a string of primevil screams that subsided to wimpers as I slowly recovered from a bizarre climax. I laid on the bed panting and trembling and babbling incoherently.

"You should feel lucky that I let you cum whore," he said. "But now how do you plan to repay me for my kindness?"

"Anything, Master, anything" I said weakly. I didn't have the strength left to resist and bound as I was, I couldn't have if I did. I was completely exposed and helpless and he could do whatever he chose to me with no resistance whatsoever.

"Very well then" he said. He picked up a leather tawse, a short twin-tailed slapper about sixteen inches in length andvery evil looking. He began b slowly trailing the enddown between my bound tits and rubbing it over them, then down my belly and over my sopping cunt. I moaned as he teased me, knowing he wouldn't stop with just teasing. And I was right. He trailed the tawse down my body a couple times then drew it back and whipped my left tit with it. He didn't hit it hard, I'm sure, but with it already bound, bulging, and tight, it didn't take a hard strike to have a devastating effect. I bucked and screamed as my tit ignited. He repeated with the right tit with similar results. He sat back for a moment and let me calm down. I was panting and moaning shaking my head back and forth trying to clear it.

Then he began again - slapping my tits, then my belly, and finally slapping my cunt with the tawse in rapid, unceasing succession. I screamed, twisted and bucked as the assault began and continued. It was over in a matter of moments, but for me it lasted an eternity. I lay there, gasping for breath, my tits, belly, and cunt on fire from the tawse. I hadn't calmed down from the effects of the tawse when I heard the unmistakable buzzing of a magic wand.

"Oh my god, he is going to put it into my cunt!" I thought to myself and I was right.

"I can see by the expression on your face you know what this is. Good, but have you ever experienced it?," he asked. Before I had a chance to reply I felt the bulbous head of the toy being pushed into me. My cunt strained but finally accepted the well lubricated round head of the magic wand, one of the most intense vibrators on the market. Master switched it on and instantly my cunt felt like it was on fire. He forced his body against me, grabbed my already persecuted tits and squeezed them hard.

"Fuck," I screamed, breathlessly.

"Keep that fucking thing in your cunt, don't push it out."

My body was trapped by the bed and my bonds and the intense toy was deep in my cunt. I couldn't help trying to escape and even managed to buck and wriggle some, but it was in vain. Master held the magic wand inside me, in fact he started to fuck me with it, further stretching my already used cunt with the bulbous head, and buzzing me to oblivion. I started to cum hysterically, my cunt was convulsing against the invader, making things even more intense.

Even as I was in the throes of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced, Master had one final treat for me. Leaning forward and pinning the vibrator deep in my cunt, he placed the head of his stiff, enormous cock at the entrance to my asshle. I felt the tip tickling my puckered hole and I gasped just as he slid the tool past my sphincter. My orgasm multiplied in intensity as I felt him slide slowly into me, deeper and deeper. I was insane with lust, tossing my head back and forth, bucking and humping up at his cock, and babbling in some strange foreign tongue. He slid fully into me and began pounding my stretched asshole, savagely, like he wanted to punch a hole it it, like he wanted to destroy my tender hole. I gasped deeply, sobbed even, nearly blacked out from the intensity, the pure incessant intensity. Master was showing me no mercy.

But the whole encounter had taken it's toll on him ans well as me and it was only a few strokes before I felt his cock swell. I knew he was about to cum and I prepared myself to receive it. Witha final shove and a deep grunt he unloaded his heavy cum filled nuts into my ass, I felt the searing fire of his cum burning my rectum and the throbbing of his cock in my ass. I had no way of knowing how much cum he pumped into me, but it felt like gallons.

Finally he got off me, and with the end of the Hitachi still stuck out of my cunt, he switched it off. She let me lie there with it inside for awhile before he took it out and my cunt gasps and then "plopped" as the big round head of the toy left my cunt.

He rose from the bed, coming around to untie my legs and lower them to the bed. Then he untiled my tits and removed the clamps, to which I gasped yet again as the blood returned to my poor abused tits. He slapped them lightly to get the blood circulating again and checked them to make sure no damage had occurred.

Now clean my cock off, whore," he commanded and stuck his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and he stuffed it full of his cock. I tasted my own cunt juices as well as the musky taste of my asshole as I licked and sucked him clean.

Then he did something thatt caught me completely off guard. He reached down and picked me up off the bed and carried me into the bathroom. Sitting me on the toilet seat he then turned on the water in the tub, filling it with warm water. He tested it with his foot, then helped me into the tub, laying me back to soak. He took a washcloth and began to wash me so gently, taking care to be tender around the parts that had seen so much abuse.

It touched me that the man who only moments before was tormenting and driving me mad with lust was now to most tender man I ever knew. I looked at him and almost cried it was so sweet and kind of him.

When my bath was over, he helped me out of the tub, drying me off, then walked me back to the bedroom and laid me back in bed. This time he crawled in next to me, taking me in his arms and holding me.

"Master, why are you being so sweet all of a sudden? I don't understand," I said.

"My little whore, I have put you through the wringer today, but that was because I needed to know your limits. I needed to know how far I could push you so I know where to begin your training. Now that I do, I am caring for you as a Master should. You will always get this kind of aftercare when we play so you will know that I still care for you - despite what we have done that day. You have done well today and I am very pleased. Now it is time for tenderness and cuddling," he explained.

"Master, will all our days be like this?" I asked.

He raised up on one elbow and his free hand, traced soft circles around my nipple. "No whore, not every day will be like today..." he turned my face gently to his. "but I will do my best to try."

I rolled over after that and he came up behind me, spooning me. I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face and kept it there till morning.

The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.