Master and servants

It’s slowly getting dark outside the windows as I’m waiting on the spot we agreed upon. I’ve been standing here for close to half an hour by now, obediently keeping my gaze on the ground, just like you’ve told me to - but I have to admit that it is getting harder by the minute. The gusts of wind sneaking in through the open doors still has a long way until they become a pleasant summer breeze and I’m wearing a skirt that is a little too short for my own liking… and especially since I’ve ben ordered not to wear panties - but I have been told what to wear and I am sure as hell not going to jeopardise what just might come this evening. It’s been a long time coming and during the recent weeks I’ve come to reevaluate what I used to think was written in stone. Don’t get me wrong, I am most definitely a woman with a lot of strong opinions and I am pretty sure of my own value… but tonight I intend to surrender myself to somebody else’s will and do what I am commanded to do. The nervousness and insecurity is building inside and I’m really starting to question this decision - but I feel I owe it to myself to give it a go. 

Lost in my own thoughts I haven’t noticed that a person has entered the space where I’m waiting and I am startled to realise that there is someone standing a mere foot away. I’m just about to do what I would normally do and raise my eyes to look at the intruder when I stop myself. This must be Master. We haven’t met in real life before, just exchanged messages on that new marvellous website I was recommended. Oh the wisdom behind that recommendation..! 

Instead of doing what my instincts tell me to, I remain still and quiet with my eyes to the ground. The shoes in front of me are standing equally still… and then there’s a voice close to my ear. 

”I want you to keep your gaze to the ground and follow me closely… and keep quiet. You are not to talk unless I ask you a direct question. When you answer, you do so with a ”Yes sir” or ”No sir” - and keep in mind that any wrong answers WILL result in appropriate punishment. Do you understand?”

”Yes sir”

”Good girl. Now keep up.” 

You walk off and I hurry to keep sight of your shoes. You briskly walk in front of me and in my high heels I really have to strain to keep your pace. It certainly is not easy on these cobblestones - but so far I manage. I’m so busy navigating my heels on the uneven ground I don’t notice that you’ve slowed down… and I walk straight into your back. Darn… this is not good. 

Flustered I mumble ”Sorry, sorry, I… Sorry..!”

There’s an ominous silence, it feels like a third person looming over me. I try again, in a weak voice:

”I’m so sorry, I just…”

Your hand shoots out and grabs me by my throat.

”What did I say… about you talking unless you’ve been asked a direct question?”

I try to catch my breath, but your hand around my neck is making it hard to breath. I curse myself, so stupid, why can’t I even follow the simplest instructions..? 

”Hm..? Did I not mention that there would be punishment if you failed to follow my rather simple instructions? Answer.”

”Yes sir.” 

”So, my little slut, you do realise that I shall have to punish you now, don’t you?”

”Yes sir. Thank you sir.”

I dare a quick glance towards your face and I think I can make out a glimmer of a smile.

”That’s a good little slut. Now kneel.”

I hesitate for a fraction of a second. I can hear people somewhere close and the cars are passing by not more than ten feet away - then I get down on my knees before you. The gravel on the cobblestones is digging into my knees and my impulse is to get the heck back up, to brush off my knees and to walk away…. but I stay with my head bent and my gaze to the ground. I hear the zip of your fly and you pull out your cock.

”Open your mouth, slut.”

I obediently open my lips and close them again around your semi-erect cock. I feel your hand grab hold of my hair and you pull my head closer and push your way deeper into my warm mouth.

”Show me what you can do.”

I twirl my tongue around your cock, letting the tip of my tongue snake its way ’round the tip following the ridge on the underside. I’m rewarded by a low groan and you ease a bit on the pressure - and I’m relieved, I do have a bit of a problem when something, even a glorious cock like yours, get too close to my soft palate and I sure as hell don’t want to risk gagging, it does NOT feel sexy… I sneak my right hand up to help stroking you. I still can hear people talking a little way off and I just cross my fingers (in my mind, obviously) that they to NOT look this way, because I’m pretty sure I could end up in jail for indecent exposure… oh heck, they’ve gone all quiet now. I freeze.

You make a growling sound.

”Did. I. Tell. You. To. Stop?”

My heart is pounding hard, but with your steering hand firmly wrapped in my hair I obediently continue to work your hard cock. There’s a slight vibration running through it and I can feel your balls getting harder - and then you pull out of my mouth and come in my face. I lick my lips, catching the strands of your cum while you wipe yourself off in my hair. I make a move to get up, but you stop me.

”I didn’t tell you to get up now, did I?”

The gravel on the ground under my knees is digging into my flesh and it is intensely uncomfortable to keep kneeling - but by now I’ve learned the hard way not to take any initiatives of my own… so I stay still with my eyes to the ground. Waiting. It feels like half an eternity, but finally you grab my by the arm and rather roughly help me to my feet. After standing on my knees for such a long time I feel slightly wobbly and the heels I’ve been told to wear tonight are not helping. You’re still holding a tight grip around my arm and suddenly I feel another hand grabbing hold of my other arm - but not quite such a firm grip. My instinct wants me to turn my head and see who it is… but I decide that no, that probably would be a transgression. 

We’re walking along the sidewalk and again I have to struggle to keep your pace - but luckily we don’t have a long way to go. The walk suddenly ends in front of a large metal door in what looks like an industry building of some kind. There’s a code lock on the wall by the door frame and you obviously have the right digits, because the door now buzzes and silently swings open. I get ushered inside and there are red lights illuminating a corridor with a concrete floor and plenty of doors. I think I can hear mumbling voices from further inside the building, but the fans in the ceiling make a whirring sound and I can’t be sure. You start walking along the hallway and with slight surprise I notice that the other person by my side seems to be a woman. 

We reach another door, but this one isn’t locked and it opens after a light push. The room we enter has white concrete walls and is very sparsely furnished. There is a large couch in the middle of the room and some other furniture I can’t quite make out what they are for. There are no windows and only a naked light bulb in the ceiling. I’m led towards what looks like a mixture between a bar chair and a small, high table and you gesture for me to bend over the side of the furniture. It’s got a slight slope and at the other end of the slide there are handcuffs attached. I feel the nervousness in my belly like a whole lot of buzzing bees - but I do what is expected of me. I lean over and and obediently put my wrists in the cuffs. The woman closes them with a metallic “click” . Your hands run down first one and then the other leg, pulling them apart and fastening my ankles in similar cuffs by the floor. Didn’t notice them when I walked in the room and now I feel a tingle of panic running along my spine. What have I gotten myself into..? For all I know, you could be planning to do beastly things to me and now I can’t get out… I try to calm myself with the thought that a serial murderer probably hadn’t agreed on a safe word… but I have to admit that it doesn’t feel all that safe right now. I could yell bloody murder in this room and no-one would be none the wiser. 

Somebody lifts the short skirt I’m wearing up over my back, leaving my bum very bare - and I feel extremely naked, even though I’m completely dressed from the waist and up. I feel hands stroking my legs, from the knees and up over my thighs, passing over the lace where the stay ups stop… and continue up over my ass cheeks. Soft, caressing hands, very gently fondle my behind, hips and thighs. It’s almost hypnotic and it feels so good. I can feel my tense muscles starting to relax. The lack of tension is almost making me drowsy and then, suddenly, three hard slaps land on my arse. It takes me completely with surprise and I give an involuntary yelp. Immediately I receive five more slaps, each harder than the one before. 

I bite down and keep quiet - and for this I am rewarded by soft, caressing hands, stroking my bottom… one hand is even sneaking in between my legs and runs very lightly, very slowly over my pussy. One finger is slipping in between my labia and quickly dips into my pussy, then moves back up to my clitoris, carefully moistening it with my own juices. Then the hand is gone and my ass is once again on the receiving end of a series of carefully directed slaps. When the last slap lands the hand once again fondles my now rather tender bottom. 

There’s a sound like cogs moving and my feet are lifted off the floor and my legs spread even wider. My ass cheeks feel all hot by now, but I think I can feel another heat, a warm breath from between my chained and separated legs. I’m focusing really hard on the feeling and then there’s a warm and wet tongue licking me. It’s like a small explosion of lust as the tongue runs up and down my cunt - and it’s gone… and the slaps again start tormenting my ass, the back of my thighs and as my legs are now wider apart there are slaps landing on my pussy - but I have to admit, the person raining down this punishment on me sure knows how to balance the force of these slaps. I hardly have time to realise what the spanking has stopped and the tongue is back, working my pussy with oh such expertise. With the tongue still licking me the spanking resumes, some slaps hard, some closer to a caress and my mind is close to short circuit - the pain and the pleasure intermingle until I can’t tell one from another. When I come it’s like an explosion, it flows through me like a tide and I cease to exist, there is just pleasure, ecstasy - and the burning pain all mixed together. 

I feel like a rag doll, hanging over this intricate piece of furniture - and it does strike me as a rather suitable description at this particular moment. A rag doll with no will of its own, something that exists purely for someone else’s benefit. A rag doll to be used and discarded when it has served its purpose. It’s very odd, but the notion of being someone’s belonging… it feels very right at the moment. Not only does it feel right, it feels… exciting. As I’m hanging here, with my ankles and wrists locked in position, my legs spread to show my pink bits (and boy, they must be shockingly pink after that spanking) to whoever happens to turn up… well, I know it must sound completely mad - but this situation is so absurd it’s making me smile. Not only smile, actually; I can hear myself starting to giggle. I try to silence this outburst of mirth - but it’s like the giggle-loop, you know. Trying to keep still and quiet only makes it worse and for a few minutes I’m laughing until I’m crying and until my stomach hurts. The room is silent around me as I regain what might be my senses and I try to make out if I’m actually alone or if there are somebody else in the room. I can’t hear anything and I come to the conclusion that my tormentors/lovers have left… 

I’m trying to relax, it’s not as if I am going to be able to just wiggle my way out of these cuffs, but it’s starting to feel a bit uneasy to hang here, fastened and helpless. What if no-one comes back to release me? What if… 

There is a slight, creaking sound behind me where I think the door is. I go completely still trying to make out what or who it is. Silence again… but this time I can hear a person breathing. I think so, anyway… I turn my head left and right - not an easy task then you’re strapped to a table-chair-fastening device - trying to see when everything goes black. The person breathing has brought a blindfold and it’s made of dense, black fabric. The world has gone completely black. 

The cuffs go ”click” one again and open, but before I manage to make a move hands grab my arms and haul me upright. I stumble, my legs have gone all rubbery and won’t hold my weight - but the owner of the hands has considerable physical strength and handles me like that rag doll I felt like before. I get spun around and I feel something against my behind, it’s like a high bench… and I’m pushed back and down to a position where I’m almost, but not quite, laying down. The hands grab first one, and then the other leg and lift them up - placing them in some kind of holders… and then I hear that familiar, metallic ”click” again as cuffs close over my ankles and locking my arms in a position out to the sides. 

Once I’m safely and securely fastened the blindfold is removed and I blink to the stark light, before I realise that I’m stuck to… Well, I can only describe it as a kind of gynaecological examination chair. There are now three persons in the room, apart from myself… and they are all clad in white, with mouth-guards covering most of their faces. I can make out the glimmer of a metallic tray down by my left hip, but I can’t see what’s on it. For half a minute or so nobody moves. I’m completely still and so are the white-clad doctor-like persons standing between by legs… and then one of them says:

”Just lay back and relax. We will take care of you. If you don’t struggle, everything will be alright.” 

I don’t know about you - but when I’m told to relax… my body tends to do the opposite. I tense up and yank at the cuffs - only to realise that I am equally securely fastened now as I was before. The clatter on the metal tray makes me turn my head to the left, but I still can’t see what those objects are - only I’m now positive I will find out, the physical way. 

One of the doctor-wannabes now has taken place between my widely spread thighs and there’s something very cool sliding up the inside of my leg and rests just at the entrance of my pussy… and then it’s pushed into me. It feels hard and smooth and very cool and the person handling it seems to try to angle it this way and that… and then pulls it back out. A cool liquid is squirted onto me and the thing enters me again. It’s not really needed, I’m still very wet, but the sensation of the cold is exciting me. One of the persons has now moved up to my head and when I turn to see what the person is doing I realise that this is a he. An erect cock almost hits my nose and he says:

”Suck it.” I obediently open my mouth and do what I’m told. At the same time the cool object is rather expertly manoeuvred in and out of me and I feel the warmth of a thumb running lightly over my clit. The third person is just standing there at my other side, quietly, watching. The guy whose cock is in my mouth now reaches over and rips my blouse open. It wasn’t very hard, there were only a few buttons holding it together - and then he produces a scalpel. 

This, I have to admit, makes my blood freeze for a second… until I understand that it’s the fastest and handiest way to get rid of my bra. He pulls his cock out from between my lips and takes a step over me, so his cock now rests on my boobs. He looks at me over the mouth-guard and then grabs hold of my tits, pushing them together and starts moving his cock back and forth, back and forth… 

Now the silent, third person moves. A handle at the top of the bed clinks and my back is lowered until I’m flat on my back. The person moves and positions over my face. Under that white scrub is a pussy and she now lowers down over my face until  I can easily lick her. She grinds against my face and she’s obviously very horny, she’s so wet and I eagerly trace her pussy with my tongue before plunging into her. She moans and rubs herself against my face, using me to get off. I can’t really see anything, but I’m pretty sure that they are kissing, the ones over my tits and my face… and the cool thingie in my pussy has been replaced by a not so cool, but very real cock, thrusting into me slowly but forcefully. The one over my tits is now holding my right boob, rubbing his thumb over my nipple and I think she’s jerking him off. His cum sprays my breasts and neck while the woman whimpers silently and presses down over my face so hard it’s almost difficult to catch a breath and I’ve given up trying to lick her - but I do feel her pussy starting to clench over my mouth and then she cries out… Her juices flow over my nose, my cheeks as she lightens the pressure and I let my tongue lick her labia very softly. The cock in my cunt pulls out and with a loud grunt he too comes over me… just when I was on the verge of coming too. All three quickly gather themselves together and they leave the room, leaving me strapped to the gynaechologist chair, with a pussy that is throbbing, wanting more.

And then I’m alone again. 

I look in disbelief at the closed door - what the flaming fuck..? How can they leave - now!?!? I am so excessively horny it feels like my whole body is pussy, I can feel the yearning all the way up to my head - for goodness sake, my FINGERS are tingling with lust! I wiggle my ass around on the bench, since I can’t use my fingers I’m trying to press my thighs together, to soothe the yearning in my loins, but let me tell you; this is not an easy task when someone has secured your legs spread open. I moan loudly and I am more than a little bit frustrated by now. 

Minutes go by and even though there is no clock visible in the room I’m pretty sure that it must be at least quarter of an hour since I got left to my own devices here - and just as I think this, the lights go out. Must be one of those motion sensitive thingies and so I’m left in complete darkness without being able to move more than my head. I have this feeling that I ought to be scared, but right now it really is the frustration that conquers all other feelings. Well, that and the fact that it seems to be getting colder in the room. Maybe it’s just the darkness and being alone that is getting to me, but I’ve started to shiver slightly. This won’t do. I’m going to have to get out of here somehow. 

I squirm around and try to pull my right arm towards me through the cuffs holding my hands in place - and I guarantee you that nobody gets more surprised than I when the cuffs give in with a meek rattle as soon as I apply a bit of pressure. My hands are suddenly freed and I curse myself for not having tried this earlier! For heaven's sake, I was hardly locked into place..! There’s what the mind will do to you when you accept something as a fact without questioning it. My movement has made the light turn on again and that makes it easier. With my hands free and now when I can see what I’m doing it takes me maybe fifteen seconds to unfasten the strap round my ankles and get up from the chair-bed. 

My bra is just hanging uselessly from the shoulder straps and I reach round to unhook it in the back, that way I can just pull the remains out through the arms of my now slightly shabby blouse. 

I tie it together and smooth the short skirt down over my arse. Since nobody is coming for me here - I’ll just have to go find myself some entertainment elsewhere. The short walk into this building told me that there might be exciting stuff happening behind other doors as well. I want in on the party. Over by the door I slowly push the handle down and then push the door open. The corridor is well lit and there are plenty of doors - but still no windows. The reddish light makes it look kind of scary, like something from a horror movie - but what I have experienced so far is far from horror… a little bit scary at times, but scary the way that makes you feel alive! 

I hear footsteps approaching from the far end of the corridor and in the dim light I can see two persons walking towards me. They don’t look twice at me, just marches on to a door a bit further off where they disappear. 

Okay..? My slightly shabby appearance obviously does not make the other visitors think I don’t belong. That’s good to know. 

I smile to myself and more slowly from one door to the next, most of them are tightly shut - but here and there the doors are ajar, permitting sounds out… and by now I have gathered enough courage to actually stick my head in and see what’s going on (at least in some of the half open doors.) Each room seems to be prepared for different scenarios, I see a large, bearded man strung up, getting disciplined by a tiny woman who looks like she belongs behind a library desk. There are rooms where people just plain are fucking their brains out - and yes, I do admit that I stay a bit longer in some door openings, watching. I’m getting near the end of the hallway and there’s just one door still slightly open and by now I’m feeling confident enough to just push it a little more open, so that I can step into the room. 

It’s odd, but I almost have forgotten how I got here in the first place and therefore I get a little taken aback when I realise that the man and woman in this room… It’s Master and the woman who accompanied me here. She lies over his lap with her bottom sticking up and she is receiving pretty much the same kind of treatment I got earlier. He is focused on her behind and who can blame him… it is one awesome ass. It is currently getting the soft treatment, his hand is stroking it tenderly and then lifts to land on the arse cheek closest to me with a loud whack. I am hypnotised by the action and without even being aware of it I’ve taken several small steps into the room, closer. My eyes too are fixed at her bottom and the treatment it is getting. Now he’s back to caressing it and as I lift my gaze I meet his amused eyes. He makes a head movement, making me understand that I should come over. I obey and get down on my knees before them. He nods toward her lovely behind. I’m not entirely sure, does he mean that I should spank her? I don’t want to ask - but then he nods again and I decide that it’s exactly what I am supposed to do. Tentatively I lift my right hand and let it fall down on her bum. The skin feels smooth and warm. 

”Again” he says. 

I lift my hand again and strike down, a little harder this time. 

”Again. Until you reach the count of ten.” 

I do as I’m told, slapping her bottom while counting along with her… six… seven… Before I continue I slip my hand down to the back of her thigh, lightly touching her pussy on the way back up. She is wet. Very, very wet indeed. 

Eight… Nine… Ten. She’s still resting over Master’s lap, but he is leaning back with arms crossed over his chest and is watching with keen eye what I do. I take the lack of correction as approval as I allow my hand to slide down her ass and back in between her legs. My middle finger glides past her pussy - even though she arches her back, I’m guessing she’s trying to guide my fingers into her and I’m not going to let her have her way. Not just yet. My fingers caress her labia, sneaking past her clit and move lightly over the hood covering it. She eagerly spreads her legs wider for me to get better access and I do what I guess Master would do. I stop and remove my hand. She whines and Master nods at me. That’s the correct way. I feel very pleased to have done Master happy - and very horny to have made her so wet. I move and position myself at Master’s side, between her thighs and then I lean in, slowly drawing my tongue over her pussy from her clitoris, over her pussy lips, dipping into her and then past it. She draws her breath, hard, and I do the same thing again. Then I lean back and see Master bring his hand down over her arse, hard, one, two, three times before he moves his head, telling me to get back in between her legs. This time I focus on the area around her clit, but I don’t allow the tip of my tongue to touch it - although she tries to trick me, moving her pelvis around. Again Master rains slaps over her arse and I pause shortly before resuming working her cunt with my tongue and lips. I can sense a vibration in the muscles of her legs and she arches her back even more. This feels like a sign, if I ever experienced one, that she’s getting close and by now I’ve forgotten all about Master, the only thing that matter is the woman whose cunt I’m tasting and I apply more steady pressure over her clit, wiggling my tongue slightly from one side to the other and I’m rewarded by her pressing against my face and she’s orgasming, her whole body shaking like she’s having a seizure… and then she goes limp. 

I’ve got her juices all over my face when I sit back and catch Master watching me. 

”You still have a lot to learn before you can become a Mistress, little slut.” He smiles.