Show your Lines

As the curtains opened, and the sunshine streamed in through the windows, Sir Richard Deveres started to stir, wakening slowly from his deep sleep. He lay quietly, smiling softly, thinking to himself

“Of course, it is Sunday, Serene is here for her weekly treatment.”

Serene was Reggie”s (as his friends knew him) submissive, who lived at the great hall with him. She was not normally permitted to enter the Master bedroom, but the Sunday morning thing had now become a ritual with her, a ritual that Reggie enjoyed immensely though.

She slept in her room, especially designed for Reggie”s needs and requirements. With a king size bed, restraints as standard fittings, black silk sheets and pillows, and a mirrored ceiling. All this offset with dark red and gold regency striped wallpaper, and various BDSM attachments on the walls, and of course, the bar, suspended from the ceiling, Reggie”s favourite toy.

He lay there, waiting for the touch he knew was coming, and, sure enough, the cool sheet slowly slid off him, and the cool morning air caressed his naked body. He felt her soft hands parting his thighs, the urging of her soft fingertips, and the bed moving as she climbed on. Her finger lifting his cock, and she caressed it, rubbing the lose skin slowly up and down, making Him hard, as she liked to say. His hands clenched, gripping the silk sheet he lay upon, his body tensing, in preparation for the coming eruption. He opened his eyes, looking at her; she was staring at his cock, desperate to engulf it.

He whispered to her.

“Permission is granted.”

She looked to him, smiled, then started to lick at the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it, as it progressively grew, and became rigid.

Glancing at Him, His hard swollen cock, now trapped in her hand, she asked.

“Sir?”

He nodded, and slowly moved to sit on the edge of the bed, as she slipped from it, and squatted, naked, before him. He reached down to her, taking hold of both of her nipples, pinching and tugging them. He twisted them hard, as she cried out, making them swell even more, and they were almost purple when he freed them. He nodded again, and placing his hands on the bed, leaned back slightly.

Serene moved a little closer, and grasped his manhood, her mouth open as she lowered her head to him. Her tongue flicked out, and she licked the length of him, right down to the base, and back up again, around the head, paying particular attention to his most sensitive spots, as he started to moan softly. His hips started moving, as she then opened her mouth, swallowing his shaft deep into her mouth, feeling the hot pulsing head at the back of her throat. She sucked him, hard, her tongue licking and playing on his meat, and started to hum, knowing how it drove him wild. Her free hand, caressing His balls, gently squeezing, and stretching her finger out, she caressed the tight button of His ass. Reggie tried looking out of the window, at the beautiful trees and lawns, anything to prolong the pleasure, but deep inside he knew, it was pointless; he just had to give in. Reggie”s body started jerking, his legs shook, and Serene knew He was getting close, and released his throbbing cock from her mouth, instead, taking one of his balls between her lips, and sucking it into her mouth, he moaned loudly, as she gently sucked on him, hearing Him growl roughly,

“Now slut.”

He was going to cum for her; she pulled her mouth free, and started to pump his cock hard, her hand moving faster and faster. She watched, as his eyes closed, and then thrust her tits forward, this was what she wanted, his cum, all over her tits, to rub it in, smooth the skin around her hard nipples.

She could not contain herself, crying out,

“Cum Sir, Please cum for you bitch, feed her, please Sir, please.”

Sir Richard growled in ecstasy, as long streams of hot sticky cum shot form his dick, coating her tits, her neck, some on her face also. She was smiling broadly, one hand milking his cock, forcing every drop out, as the other rubbed his cum into her body. H started to slacken, and Serene again leant forward, taking him into her mouth, licking and sucking him clean. Reggie fell back upon the bed, in total ecstasy, as his bitch, his submissive, pleasured him as only she could. He stared at the ceiling, looking at the carved cornice of cherubs around the room, and then raising his head, looked at the cherub sucking his dick. Smiling softly, tapped her on the head, whispering,

“Enough Serene, we have a big day ahead of us.”

She released his soft cock, smiling gently, for she knew it was time to shower now, and she would be able to CUM in private, without His permission, as she sucked his cock again in her mind, with her fingers pounding her pussy.

“Yes Sir ” she replied, “Shall I leave you now.”

“Meet me at the front door in one hour, wearing your uniform, we are taking the Rolls for a spin today.”

Serene retired to her room, looking around, as she always did when she entered, this was their place, their heaven, God how she loved her Master. She turned on the shower, and stepped inside, the warm jets of water, stinging her already excited body. Increasing the feeling that was running through her, as her hand slowly slid over her stomach, and between her legs. Searching for her wet cunt,

“God Sunday mornings always leave me like this,” she thought to herself, as she rubbed her throbbing clit. Feeling her passion building, she slid her finger inside, working it in and out, faster and faster, falling to her knees, her hand against the shower wall, she came.

Screaming out his name, over and over,

“Reggie, God Reggie, fuck me you bastard fuck me now”

Her juices flooding from her, mixing with the water that constantly bombarded her body.

Slowly she relaxed, kneeling there, the warmth surrounding her, body and soul.

Drying herself off, she laid out her uniform, knowing that soon she would be with him, her mind already excited at the prospect.

“A drive in the country, in her all time

Favourite car, to be followed by who knows what?” She thought, grinning to herself.

She stood by her bed, looking at the clothing she had laid out ready. The short navy blue skirt, white satin very brief bra, the crisp white man”s shirt with a tie and a keyhole opening, and her long tan seamed nylons. Not forgetting her four-inch heels, which of course sat on the floor of the car while driving. Checking that her hair was up, and tied tightly Serene crossed the room, standing in front of her dressing table, and cupped her breasts, the nipples already erect. She smiled, and reached for her dark red lipstick, and put a perfect circle around each nipple, knowing that He required this, whenever they went out together. She stood silently, admiring her handiwork, as her hand subconsciously went to her clit, stroking softly, as she thought about Him.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she said softly, then, suddenly realising she had better get a move on, returned to the bed, sitting to put on the stockings and garter belt.

Checking that the seams were perfectly aligned, before putting on her bra, and adjusting her breasts to their best advantage.

She had to be perfect for him, no excuses were allowed, only perfection.

She slipped into the shirt, and fastened the tie, before finally stepping into her short skirt. She went back to the mirror, lifting her skirt, and looking at her pussy.

“Perfectly smooth,” she said, as her hand slid across her mound.

Putting on her heels, she walked out of the room, on her way to Lord Sir Reginald”s garage.

Unlocking the door, she saw it as the light streamed in, His pride and joy, a 1926 Rolls Royce open-tourer, one of only three in the country. It was a beautiful shade of grey, and shone as brightly as the day it had been made. She opened the door, and climbed in, taking her place behind the big steering wheel, and started the engine. It purred, almost imperceptible at times.

“It was no wonder they called it the best car in the world” she thought.

She drove the car out of the garage, and neatly parked it outside the doors of the great hall, and then took her place. Standing in front of the car, eyes lowered, awaiting Him.

He must have been watching for her, the doors opening straight away, as she heard him come out, his antique ebony cane, rapping on the tiled floor. With her eyes still lowered, she saw hid highly polished shoes as he stopped in front her.

“Perfect Serene, as always” she heard him say, knowing that this was his way of saying she could look upon his face.

She curtseyed, and said

“Thank you Sir.”

He smiled at her, and then, using his cane, lifted the front of her skirt, looking at her pussy as it was revealed; making sure she was naked there, then he smiled, saying to her,

” And now we leave my dear.”

She opened his door, and held it while he entered the vehicle, then again took her place behind the wheel.

“Where to My Lord.”

“Just head for the country for now Serene.”

Serene slowly moved away, delighting in the feel of this magnificent vehicle, and head through the village, as she stopped at the traffic lights, she saw her sister walking towards her, and waved enthusiastically. As her sister approached the car, Serene asked Sir Reginald if she might speak to the lady,

“It is my sister Sir, my younger sister Crystal.”

“Of course you may Serene, indeed, she shares for family trait for feminine beauty.”

“Why thank you Sir,” Serene replied, blushing softly.

“You must of course introduce me,” Reggie said.

He watched as Crystal approached, she was gorgeous, about 5-8, and lightly tanned, she possessed the most beautiful clear blue eyes he had ever seen. She was dressed all in white, a tank top, short skirt, and shoes with a small heel. He wondered if her panties were white also. Serene introduced Crystal to him, and touching his antique cane to his head, he said,

“I am so delighted to meet you Crystal, Serene has mentioned you to me often.”

“And I you Sir, I have heard so much about you from my sister,” Crystal replied, flashing him a devastating smile.

“Nothing bad I would hope Crystal?”

“Oh no Sir, quite the contrary in fact,” Crystal replied, the twinkle in her eye speaking volumes to Reggie.

“And where would such a beautiful young lady be off to this fine morning?” he enquired.

“To be honest Sir, I was at a loose end, and decided to take a stroll in the sunshine, just to pass the time Sir.”

Reggie”s face lit up, “A loose end eh, well dear Crystal, your sister and I are taking a drive through the countryside, and then returning to my estate, for a picnic, in the Cherry Tree wood. I would be delighted if you would care to join us, as it really is a beautiful day, is it not?”

Crystal smiled, first at Serene, and then at Reggie, “why Sir, that sounds lovely, I will be delighted to join you.”

Reggie watched as Serene stepped form the car, and opened the door to the rear compartment, for Crystal to climb in. He watched her every movement, realising in seconds, that from the way her ample breasts swayed and wobbled gently, they were completely unfettered by any underwear. This was indeed turning out to be a fine day he thought.

They moved off again, heading out into the country, as Reggie turned to talk to Crystal.

“Tell me dear Crystal, have you ever been in a Rolls Royce before?”

“No Sir,” she replied.

“What do you think of it then my dear?

“It is beautiful Sir, and the leather seats are so comfortable, I would guess that it is very old though.”

“Manufactured in 1926 my dear, and in my family since the day it was made, over 80 years old now. She is my pride and joy Crystal, my pride and joy.”

“I can understand that Sir” Crystal said softly, “and I bet she, as you refer to her, could tell us some tales Sir.”

Reggie laughed loudly, placing his hand on Crystals, knee, “No doubt my dear, absolutely no doubt at all about that.”

Crystal flashed that smile again, and Reggie could feel his face reddening, for he wanted her, he wanted her badly, but there just a lingering doubt in his mind.

He lifted his hand away, and took hold of Crystals hand, kissing the back of it, saying,

“I salute you my dear, for your appreciation of my old girl”

Crystal squeezed his fingers gently, replying, “The pleasure is all mine Sir, all mine,” and placed her hand in her lap, still holding Reggie”s fingers.

Would you like me to remove the rear windshield Crystal, so that we can feel the wind in our hair?”

Yes please Sir.” Reggie quickly took the windshield down, and placed it on the passenger seat in the front of the car. Retaking his seat next to Crystal, he moved a little closer. The breeze was fairly strong, as they drove along, and it was only a minute or two before he noticed how hard Crystal”s nipples had become. Almost trying to push their way through her tank top. He could not stop looking at them. Crystal coughed quietly, and nudged his elbow, whispering to him,

“It is the cool breeze Sir, I can”t help it, and I do hope they are not offending you.”

“Offending, Good Lord no Crystal, they are beautiful, as beautiful as you are my dear. But I do understand, would you prefer that I replace the windshield?”

Crystal blushed, lowering her eyes and whispering, “No Sir, it is actually very pleasant, if that is alright with you Sir?”

“All right Crystal, no, it is not alright, and it is bloody marvellous.”

He said as he reached across, to trace his fingertip around each of her nipples. She gasped, and then smiled at him, a tender knowing look crossing her face.

Serene kept glancing at them in the rear view mirror, chuckling inwardly. Little did he know that she had told Crystal all about Reggie, everything, and that Crystal was absolutely desperate for him to fuck her.

“Well, ” she thought “this is your chance girl, go get him.”

She watched as He leaned closer, but did not hear him whisper to Crystal.

“Would you mind awfully, if I took a little peek at them?”

Crystal raised her hands, and pulled the two edges of her tank top together, between her breasts, freeing them both.

“Oh my” exclaimed Reggie” Oh my,” as he softly fondled them, letting his thumbs flick her by now rock hard peaks, back and forth, Crystal sighed, a soft moan of pleasure, as he moved a little closer. She could feel his hot breath on her, and her pussy was leaking fluid all over the leather seat. Hw kissed her left nipple, then the right one, and looked at her smiling, deep into her eyes. She smiled weakly back, sensuality overtaking her mind, and he kissed them again, licking each one slowly, then flicking at them, she arched her back to him, offering her tits to his mouth, he covered her nipple sucking hard, as she cried out

“God yes,” and slipped her hand between her thighs, reaching for her by now throbbing clit. Reggie started to squirm a little, his hard on now making him very uncomfortable, Crystal realised immediately what his problem was, and gently pushed his head away. She smiled at him, placing her hand on his trousers, and lightly holding his hard cock,

“Maybe I can help you Sir,” she whispered hoarsely.

He leant back in the seat, as Crystal expertly opened his pants, smiling as his magnificent cock jumped free. Grasping it in both hands, she lowered her head, and gently probed the small slit in the end of it with her tongue, as Reggie moaned in pleasure. Raising her head, she smiled, and lifted both of his heavy balls free from his pants, then started to lick at them, teasing them, before softly sucking on each one. Poor Reggie, his hips were thrusting at her, he was so hot for her, and when she covered the head of his cock with her mouth, and then slid down it. Taking him deep into her throat, he cried out.

“God Crystal, I want to fuck you so bad.”

She lifted her head, and smiled at him, before rising from her seat, and straddling his legs. She lifted her short skirt, and he could see that she was naked underneath, and clean-shaven too!

“Fuck Yes Crystal, ride my cock love, ride it now.” He cried out, as he took hold of his cock, wet from her mouth, and held it ready for her to lower onto.

Serene, seeing what was happening, had driven onto the old airfield, abandoned now, and parked behind a disused hanger.

She turned in her seat to watch, as she started fingering herself.

“Go on Crys,” she said, “fuck him, fuck my Lord good, make him cum baby, and make him fill your cunt.”

Serene was so wet by now, and looked around the car for something, anything with which she could fuck herself. The rubber torch, clipped to the car, she quickly freed, and held it to her dripping cunt, sliding along her lips, twisting the torch to wet it. Then, watching her sister fucking her Master, she slid it deep inside herself, moaning out load, and started to fuck her cunt furiously.

Crystal never heard a word of it, she was too busy, as she lowered her glistening lips over the head of his cock, and stopped. Using her inner muscles to grip him, before sliding down onto him, taking him all the way in. Reggie was moaning in pleasure, as she lifted again, right to the top, fucking him slowly, in gentle measured strokes. He grabbed at her tits, biting on the left nipple, as his cock buried deep in her again, and she screamed out,

“That”s it, hurt me you fucker, HURT ME!”

She quickened her pace, riding him hard, bouncing on the leather seat as they fucked.

He thrusting, she riding him.

It didn”t take long, they cried out in unison as both of them came together. Exultation to mutual orgasms, his seed spurted up in to her cunt, and she flooded her wine over him.

Then, silence, they just sat there, joined in carnal delight, both panting, unable to speak.

Serene too came, crying out, almost screaming as the ripples of orgasm wracked her body, and she too lay back, panting, eyes closed.

Crystal smiled softly at Reggie.

“Did you say something about a picnic Sir, I seem to have developed an appetite suddenly.”

Reggie smiled at her as she settled back into the plush leather seat.

“Oh my, that looked heavenly sis,” said Serene, from the front seat.

“Oh it was, wonderful even” replied Crystal, and it was then that Serene noticed that Reggie was looking at her. Not just looking, he was glaring, and obviously annoyed.

She lowered her eyes immediately, saying, “Is there something wrong Sir?”

“Wrong, something wrong slut. Well, let”s see. Did I say you could watch?”

“No Sir.”

“Did I say you could put something in my cunt?”

“No Sir.”

And raising his voice, “and did I give you permission to cum you bitch?”

“No Sir, I am sorry Sir, it wont happen again Sir, I promise, Please Sir, please forgive this dirty slut.”

“Forgiveness, you ask to be forgiven? Have you forgotten slut, there is a pre-requisite for any forgiving that I may do, isn”t there?”

” Yes Sir” Serene whispered.

“And what is it Serene, what comes now?”

“Again she whispered, “this slut must be punished Sir, and be shown the error of her ways Sir.”

“Correct, and the punishment shall be to clean my cock, and taste your sisters cum there. Step out of the car. Reggie joined her outside the car, as Crystal watched them.

Serene knelt down on the hard concrete, tenderly reached out with her tongue, softly licking at the tip of his cock, tasting his seed, and her sisters cum, it tasted wonderful, and she enveloped him completely. Sucking him, licking the soft skin, lapping up their combined juices. It didn”t take long before she felt him growing in her mouth. She could hear him moaning softly, and looked up, her eyes smiling at him.

“Oh my Serene,” he said ” you are so good my love, very good, but we have a picnic to attend to, we can see to other things later.”

He smiled at her,

“Cum one more time for me, when I say, and ride it all the way for me baby girl.” He whispered into her ear. “Now.”

Nooooo” she cried out as she came yet again, heart pounding so fast it seemed it must burst forth from her chest. She thrashed around, the thongs coming undone from the ring as she battled her body for control before finally surrendering to his words and his touch.

As she did, her orgasm changed, becoming calmer if no less intense. It surged like the tide, out and in, her body riding it like the surf. She slowly moved against him as he held her there on his lap, her head down at his side and her breasts arched up as if in supplication to him. He was barely moving his fingers now, letting her relax and regroup.

She was sobbing again and did not know why. She looked up at him and saw an expression of understand and love on his face that made her melt, made all of the pain and humiliation worth it, just to see him look at her that way.

“Good girl, calm down. You’re okay. I have you, that’s it, just breathe. Good girl.” He stroked her hair and gathered her up to his chest, letting her lay against him as she caught her breath. “You did so well, I am proud of you. But there is one more thing,” he said, sitting her up and looking her in the eye, “And this is really, really going to hurt.”

Keeping his eyes on her he reached out and gently pried the clamps away from her nipples…

Emily thought about this and suddenly realised why he was carrying a riding crop and without warning, along with this realisation a thrill swept through her that centred itself in her pussy, but she had no idea why this should have happened.

“Discard the robe,” he said and Emily removed it to stand naked before him. “Move your feet so that your heels are about a foot apart, don’t turn around.”

She did exactly as she was told.

“My name is Brian, from this day you will call me Master Brian, is that clear?”

“Yes,” she paused then added, “Master Brian.”

“You have beautiful legs and a nicely rounded behind, I like what I see and I see what I like, normally a man will approach a girl and ask her for a date, but a dominant male will choose his mate and take her as and when he wishes. I am a dominant male and you are to be my submissive, I have chosen you and you are to obey me without question, do you understand me thus far?”

“Yes Master Brian, I understand.”

“Good,” she could almost hear him smiling. “Now, bend over and grasp your ankles.”

Immediately she did exactly as told, grasping her ankles tightly. She could see him through her spread thighs, noticed that he was gaining an erection and realised that her pussy was wet also and that he could see it quite clearly from his place on the sofa. Thwack, the riding crop came down on her right buttock and again, descended equally as swiftly on the left side.

“Ouch,” she exclaimed, “that stung,” she said straightening up while learning that she had actually enjoyed it.

“I didn’t tell you that you could stand tall again, but never mind, I will let it go this time, they were just love taps, administered for not bringing the drinks on a tray.”

“I understand Master Brian, I shall be more circumspect in future.”

“Good my little one, now tell me, did the riding crop stir your sexuality at all?”

“Yes Master Brian it did, that quite surprised me, I never realised that such a thing could be found pleasurable.”

56 “I have much to teach you Emily, but are you willing to learn, do you want me to open up your sexuality and explore those depths of you that you are not even aware exist?”

“Yes Master Brian, I will be honoured to be your pupil.”

Brian smiled at her, “turn around Emily, come and sit beside me and drink your coffee before it gets too cold.”

She turned towards him, and he noticed that her nipples had peaked, “Emily put one foot on the arm of the sofa and part your pussy lips, let me see how wet you have become.”

Emily did as she was told; being very surprised that she could do this so easily, and noticed that her clit had also become erect while her pussy was swimming with juice. This was also a first; she had never become aroused so easily before. Stealing a glance at Brian she saw that his shaft was also fully erect now, and so wanted that piece of meat inside her. Maybe this would be the time.

“Come, sit next to me now and enjoy your coffee.”

As she sat down her eyes cast over Brian’s erect cock. It was a beautiful piece of flesh and she wanted it more than anything, so much so that she was prepared to do almost anything he asked, just to feel it pumping away inside her and emptying his cumm.

Brian got up from the sofa when she had made herself comfortable, taking his empty cup to the kitchen. He then surprised her by picking up her clothes from the floor where she had let them fall the previous day on her way to the shower room. Amongst them he found a purple silk scarf that he threw over his shoulder, the rest he dumped onto an armchair.

Taking her empty cup he placed it back on the table and walked over to the French windows. “Come here,” he commanded, she rose instantly and walked over to where he stood, looking outside. “Well done Emily, it is so easy to be obedient, and your submissive attitude will always please me, I believe you are a natural submissive and that is what I have long sought in a woman. Someone who finds pleasure in submission and in pleasing her man, both will always please me, and as we progress you will I am sure make me a very proud Master.”

“We are going for a little walk now,” he said.

“But Master I have no shoes on and I am naked,” she squeaked.

He laughed at her discomfort replying that they were only going into the garden and as this was the only cottage for quite a long way, no one was likely to see them.

“Please Master, I don’t want to see the garden,” was her answer.

This time he took the silk scarf and wound it around her eyes saying, “there, now you can’t see the garden, and if you resist any further, I will be forced to put cuffs on you and replace the leash.”

Her resistance became completely non-existent now, she was in his hands and if they were going to go anywhere with this she had to trust him.

Brian took a step back and to the left side of her while reaching above the folded curtain to find the key to unlock the door. She remained silent now, suitably chastened, he was glad that he had not had to use the crop on her again. Taking her hand, he put it on his shaft once more saying, “Feel me, caress my length, enjoy its silkiness, get to know its every vein and bump; when you are good it will be your reward.”

Gently taking it in her hand she began to stroke it again; now she was compliant, now she was ready to do whatever he asked of her, this was to be her prize. “Come Emily; let us go into the garden now.” With that he opened the French windows; it was not quite as cold as she had expected, but she had no wish to stay out there for very long.

Taking her hand they entered the garden together, her one hand still wrapped around his hard penis.

The grass was still wet from the rain, and she soon found that the long green shards had made her legs wet all the way up to her pussy. She relied on Brian totally for guidance, doing her best to stay beside him, not daring to let go of his erection. As they walked, twisting and turning her hand was constantly moving on his shaft keeping it hard and proud. In turn, he chose their path carefully, avoiding the remains of what once might have been a proud rockery. She could smell the perfume of winter roses in the garden but had not known they were there until now.

They went on through a rustic archway to a second part of the garden where the growth was waist high with lush grass. All the while Brian advised her of the dire condition of her garden, letting her see it with his eyes while remaining positive in that he knew she would get it put right.

On reaching what he judged to be the centre of what had once been a lush lawn Brian stopped and looked at her, seeing the droplets of water glistening like millions of tiny diamonds on her skin. She stood silent, obedient and hungry for him.

He drew her close to him, gently kissing her neck and face; he nuzzled the soft flesh, sucking lightly on the bare skin. He lifted her arms around his shoulders, his hands feeling for her lovely breasts, her nipples erect but now hardening as they came alive for him. He smiled, knowing what he had to do.

She shivered in anticipation; the morning sun had risen in the sky, spreading its warm glow. Gently he laid her down on the soft grass, still wet with the morning dew, touching every part of her naked body, bringing her closer and closer to release but not giving her the satisfaction of a climax.

She was ready for him and he was ready for her but the time was not yet right. He wanted to take her fighting his own needs and desires, as this again must be judged right. When she begged, only then would he relent. Once more, he left her hungry for him, her pussy lips swollen with desire, her clit erect like never before and her nipples spiked like hard bullets.

Jumping up he pulled her to her feet, leading her back indoors and to the shower room, where the scarf was removed.

His last words to her in the room were, “when you have finished showering, clean it up.”

He left her standing under the running water, tears streaming undetected down her face, tears of utter frustration. She had so many questions. Why hadn’t he taken her last night, and why not in the garden, was he impotent or something? Her whole body craved him, she was ready to do anything for him, and she meant anything. She was getting used to the submissive role now and his dominance, in fact, she was enjoying it and perversely looked forward to him using that crop on her again; it had stirred something deep inside her that she had hitherto been unaware of.

She quickly washed, then sponged down the walls and mopped the floor dry before drying herself, then popped into the bathroom to clean her teeth. Back in her room she selected a tight fitting ‘T’ shirt to emphasise her full breasts and a pair of lace panties, throwing them on as if to give off an air of nonchalance. However she was being eaten up inside, her guts were churning because of her need for release.

Emily had almost given in to her need in the shower room and brought about her own climax, but knew that it wouldn’t be the same and resisted the urge. Ready now, she returned to the lounge.

Brian was curled up on the sofa reading a book; and watched her openly as she walked in with a haughty air of nonchalance. The fact that she had put clothes on made him smile, but her choice of clothing he found interesting. Obviously she had covered up to hide from him, but at the same time she had dressed to excite.

She was getting closer to capitulation and that stirred him, the time was coming when he would be able to take her, the stirrings in his groin told him that he couldn’t hold out much longer either.

Emily stood before him, tantalising, knowing that she could easily arouse him. “What would you have me do Master Brian?” She was pleased to see him smiling and in that moment, as a boyish grin swept across his face, Emily realised that she really was happy.

“I want you to get a duster and dust the legs and feet of all the furniture in this room,” he said.

With a feather duster in her hand she did as bid, knowing that everything had already been done earlier by Jeannie Harris. Deliberately she bent from the waist ensuring that her legs were always parted and that she stood with her back directly towards him. This gave him a constant view of her legs and the apex where they met, where her lacy panties were getting wetter by the second.

Dammit she thought, this is turning me on more than it is him, how can he sit there like that, with that beautiful shaft so hard and not want to rape me.

“Stop now,” he commanded her, “remove your panties, I will see your pussy, do the dusting over again”

That’s better, she thought, he does want me. Emily went towards the nest of tables and bending over as before presented her wet and open pussy to him, her little clit erect for him to see.

In this position she asked him, “Master does my pussy please you?”

“Yes little one, it pleases me greatly, but tell me, do you enjoy showing it off for me?”

“Yes Master, it turns me on.”

“Then tell me what you want Emily, tell me what you really want from me.”

“I want you to take me Master, my pussy cries out for the feel of your beautiful spear, and the feel of your white hot cumm exploding inside me, I want you more than anything I have ever wanted in my life. The way you have been with me so far has kept me on the boil since I first touched your wondrous shaft in the shower room. I need you Master, more than you can know.”

“Why haven’t you said so before little one, why have you not been begging me to impale you?”

“I didn’t think you would want to hear me whining Master, so I kept quiet.”

“On the contrary dear Emily, I have deliberately kept you on the edge to make you beg for it. Are you ready to beg now Emily?”

“Oh yes Master, in the shower I cried unashamedly with the frustration of wanting you, please Master, take me now, be as rough or as gentle as you will, just fill me with your magnificence and empty your beautiful sac inside me, Please Master, please.”

Brian stood up, beckoning her over, the purple silk scarf lying on the arm of the sofa. Picking it up he bade her bend over the arm and used it to tie her wrists together. “Don’t move from that position unless I tell you otherwise,” he ordered.

“I will obey Master.”

Dropping to his knees behind her Brian parted her legs gently exposing her very hungry pussy, his hands running softly up the inside of them, feeling for her soft folds and hard clit, stroking gently. Emily purred, she wanted him so badly that she opened her legs even wider.

Helping her up he instructed her to kneel in front of him, watching her eyes as he began stroking her face with his steel hard rod. Gently he brushed her lips with it until she opened her mouth to take it in.

Emily was delighted, immediately sucking in his rigid member as it lay in her mouth. She heard a moan coming from him and was satisfied, this time she knew he would follow through. As she sucked, she took him further and deeper into her mouth, until he pulled away and lifting her up guided her to the bedroom where he laid her on the bed.

Beside the bed there was a canvas bag from which he took a length of rope that he used to tie her ankles to the bedposts. Removing the silk scarf, he did the same with her wrists, leaving her spread-eagled and open for whatever he wanted to do to her.

Kneeling between her thighs he began nibbling at the flesh presented to him, sucking on it gently as he slowly moved closer to his goal. The aroma of woman in heat assailed his nostrils, urging him on, and soon his tongue found her sopping wet pussy, greedily he drank of her juices before moving on to her aching clit.

For a while he played with it, content to draw circles around it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth and biting gently. Emily was transformed, her moans were loud enough to be heard in the village, she writhed and gyrated, wanting to free her hands and hold him close to her, he truly was a Master, her Master. Slowly he brought her close to an orgasm but would not let her go over the top.

She arched her back begging him to take her, to put his shaft in her and take her to orgasm; tears of pleasure were running from her eyes and dribbling down her cheeks. For him there was no holding back now, he wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him, he could deny her no longer.

He slid his spear deeply into her; she was so wet that her pussy was like a bottomless well. She shrieked as he pumped his rod in and out of her, feeling the mouth of her womb against the swollen head of his cock, and he marvelled at the way she used her strong pussy muscles to ripple up and down his length.

She was being filled to perfection with his hardness and could hold out no longer, with a loud wail the first wave of her orgasm swept through her quickly followed by a second and a third. Still he kept going and to urge him on Emily gripped him more tightly with her pussy muscles, squeezing and pulsing on his shaft to draw the cumm from him that boiled in his tight sac.

Unable to take this onslaught any longer, he gave up the unequal fight exploding inside her like a volcano, bathing her insides with his hot, thick and creamy cumm, he lay there on top of her for a moment, jerking and trying to catch his breath. It had been most wonderful and he told her so as he reached out to untie her wrists.

Immediately she threw her arms around him murmuring, “Master,” “Master”, repeatedly. For a long while they lay there, before he released her ankles, neither of them speaking, content to be in each other’s arms.

This was going to be a wonderful week after all, she thought, a huge smile almost dividing her face in two. Emily was contented, and for the first time in many years.

Her shiny exposure of bust enlivened Maria’s cock sucking. Hell’s bells, the sight supercharges her giving head. Moisture, heat, pressure, her mouth did it all.

Removing the feeble red covering of bra from her left breast, I squeezed, pinched and pulled the nipple. I read in her bloated nips unbridled sexuality. These little puppies, stiff and swollen, displayed her manifest exhilaration acquiescing to my dominion.

She sucked more; I leaned forward, dipped my head, strained, and drew her cocoa butter flavored nipple into my mouth, pinched the bud between my front incisors.

Maria’s mouth gripped my cock, she cried out deep in her throat.

Biting the nipple, my left hand, spanked her, a stinging sound.

Maria sucked more vigorously; the spanking turned her heat up.

“Suck harder; I desire to come in your mouth.”

I stopped and stretched; the bending made my back ache, a reminder of my old war wound. I stood, flexed my loins toward Maria’s mouth, continued spanking her. My cock’s helmet strove to touch the back of her throat.

Maria was made muse sucking cock. Rhyming words, an ode to oral sex flared, fixed in my brain: “my cock, her mouth its dock, my prick, Maria licked by and by.”

Abysmal verse, yes. It was poor poetry. Let one of these great poem smiths, a legendary bard in his time attempt something more substantial, jot down lyrics commensurate to Shakespeare, Keats, Frost or Whitman while contending with the pleasures of Maria’s mouth. I felt such unrivaled joy buried in her mouth, the words of this slight poem sounded majestic as I got head. Anyway, the full measure of pleasure driven into me compliments of Maria can not be scribbled down in prose or written in verse. No way.

Licked, sucked by Maria what more from pleasure may I expect? Only in fucking her other receptive orifices, the same sublime ecstasy.

Maria, high off the bed, sucked; standing, I yanked her hair, scratched at her back, and spanked her butt.

Then I fulsomely came in her mouth.

“Bitch, swallow my come.”

Maria did and she does to this day. Every bit of my sperm went down her gullet in one sustained swallow.

Quickly, in a delightfully fluid motion, Maria sprawled on her butterfly tattooed back with her left leg forming an inverted v.

While Maria watched me, her fingers labored between her legs, I removed four laundry cords from my traveling bag.

“Spread out baby, you know the drill.”

Maria extended her arms toward the top two bed posts; spread her legs wide, aimed them at the bed’s bottom machine carved stanchions.

Growing up in Olaf, Minnesota, a Boy Scout in Troop 116, wearing a starched green shirt covered in a rainbow of merit badges, matching shorts and green knee socks, I learned about cooking, camping, electricity, first aid, stamp collecting and wood carving and knot tying. I learned all sorts of knots. A figure of eight knot, overhand knots, bowlines, sheepshanks, clove hitches, halyard knots and square knots naturally.

Employed for a time on an Alaskan tuna boat and a brief sojourn as a deckhand on a Caspian Sea ferry, I learned more about knots, using much bigger lines. I also became an expert rust remover and a world class sea going painter. Maria knew of these vocations and my skill tying knots.

My expert knot tying was not critical to my avocation as a dominant. However, I took pride in my ability to secure a woman, a Maria with a nicely turned knot anytime anywhere.

First, I tied Maria’s left arm to the bedpost. I decided to use simple square knots this time around. She has a three inch cicatrix near her left elbow. I often wonder about that scar, but I have never asked. I wrapped the cord around her right wrist; secured her to the right bed post. The third cord on Maria’s right ankle not too tight and then tied to the post. Finally, I secured her left ankle in the same manner.

Deciding against gagging her, I covered her green eyes with a sleep mask, blue on the outside, black inside, held on head by a strap of Velcro.

If I am suddenly incapacitated; Maria is what the Brits call a sticky wicket. Oh, the power I have at that moment.

Oh, such dastardly things I could do to and with Maria. Endless possibilities are available to me. I could witness a procession of men fucking Maria, each one patiently waiting his turn. I may position in one or all her holes simultaneously anything making one or both of us ecstatic. With her anchored in such a manner, I use pins, clamps, any device exclusively designed for dominance. Maria loves spanking, whips, paddles, anything useful for imparting stings.

To touch Maria now, I risk a frivolous ejaculation. To prevent this, I sat down in one of the black wing chairs. The cold leather felt bracing against my back and balls, my cock temporarily shriveled.

Leaning back, I stroked my cock. Maria was breathtaking. Bound, vision fettered by the sleep mask, breasts towering, long shapely legs pinned down, her delta shining with wetness, her wrists and legs stretching against her knotted cords. Now, I wish I had ordered her to keep the high heel slides on her feet.

“Maria, you bad, naughty girl, I need to make you see the error of your ways.”

Standing, my back and butt chilled from the cool chair, to my bag of tricks sitting on the dresser, I removed two items until recently kept in my disaster kit at home. Then I removed such accoutrement as I might need.

Maria, silent, tensed up, nipples puffed-out, head up, swiveling around, tuning her ears, struggling to decipher sounds.

She was waiting for the other shoe to drop so to speak while I got down to work.

The two items formerly found in my disaster bag: a yellow waterproof matchbook, holding its full complement in several packed rows and a fat white candle.

Towering over Maria, cock overhanging her head, I removed one match, struck it against the match book cover and lit the candle’s wick. Candle wax soon fell in globs on Maria’s boobs, flat stomach and above her snatch. Bubbling, hot, quickly congealing. Generous portions of heated wax plopped down on Maria’s warm flesh, her lips and nostrils quivered. She enjoyed the sensations in this falling rain of candle flesh, loved it. I bombed her breasts, Maria groaned. In front of her face, close to her lips, the stuff plummeted down. I doused the candle flame with two of my moistened fingers but before doing so, I tossed my head back, held the candle up, dropped wax on my chest, the top of my cock and inserted the candle’s length into Maria womb. Sent it in deep, retracted it, moved it back in and then back out. Maria’s body bucked, her head snapped back toward the woodworked headboard. Her arms strained against the cords. My left hand stroked my cock.

“Oh fuck,” she said. “Fuck” said three more times.

“I learned this trick on a busty Italian lady living in Baku.”

“I love it. Master, make me come with the candle.”

For another ten minutes or so I continued to fuck Maria with the candle. Rubbing against her clit it slid in and out, sometimes almost disappearing.

“I am coming.”

Maria raised her hips, her arms and legs stretching the cords tightly and she came. I did too.

The next was hardware: brass nipple clips connected by chromium chain, one pinned to each bud. I had removed the candle, inserted a clear acrylic dildo between her legs. Sliding in half an inch, stopping, sliding in another half inch and stopping until the clear cock shaped cylinder is fully buried in Maria’s sodden cunt.

“That hurts so good,” Maria said.

I squatted over Maria’s head, her arms and legs remained bound by cords. My knees pressed down on the wrinkled sheets. Furiously, I stroked my cock.

“Slut, bend back your head and open your mouth.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what.”

“Yes, master.”

Sperm shot from my cock into Maria’s mouth.

Maria swallowed.

“That is a good girl,” I said.

A bullet whizzing by one’s whiskers, stepping into air, falling, wondering if this bungee cord really works, seeing one’s baby that first time, these thrills impossible to fully value until the thrill smacks into you. I registered the same concentration of adventure, pure emotion and appreciation of life lived on the edge.

Such exhilaration bounded through me looking at Maria’s binds banded by me. Yes, a power trip. My mania hankered to on Maria’s delicious body. In executing my dominance, her submission kicked into me jolts of ecstasy a junkie had to use a damned needle for.

The sixty nine position next we did, my cock deep in Maria’s mouth, my mouth between her legs, tongue flicking her clit. Maria’s mouth full of my member sucked with fervor. My sperm creeps closer and closer to its jumping off place, leaping into Maria’s mouth.

I licked her thighs; Maria removed her mouth from round my shaft and sucked at my balls.

This fine, firm bed, a place where a celebrity had fucked before no doubt, did not sway or squeak as I did to Maria what she did to me.

I extended both my arms, touched the cords binding Maria’s ankles and stroked their bony knobs. My hands moved to the front of her bare feet and played with her toes. At that moment plastered on Maria’s body I wished for more arms, more cocks.

“Imagine if the maid walked in now Maria.”

Maria liked that image, the idea of someone seeing us this way.

Maria retained my cock in her mouth once more after thrilling me no end licking and sucking my testicles. My shaft dipped down once more and I shot a flood of semen between the cinctures of her lips.

“Hot damn,” I muttered between her legs.

Keeping my cock in place, I redoubled my efforts going done on Maria. My tongue focused on her clit. Her body shook as I ministered to her with a muscle starting to ache somewhat. I slowed down and sped up, painted the sides of her clit, imagined spelling her name across its face. M-A-R-I-A. M-A-R-I-A. M-A-R-. As I scribbled the letter “I” she came.

I removed the cords then we made love.

We showered together, dressed and it was nearly time for a short stroll to the Grill House.