She had bathed herself thoroughly and shaved her pussy smooth, then she had dressed
in her sexiest, sluttiest lingerie, and eaten a light meal before settling down to a
glossy BDSM magazine and a bottle of wine while she waited. As he had instructed, she had
left the front door of the cottage open.
***
The memories of how she came to be in that cottage, gave her some relief, but the
respite was short-lived as her mind once again slipped into panic mode as a few nagging
thoughts crossed her mind.
What if someone else showed up and not her beloved Master? She craned her neck and
listened for any sign of another person in the room; Nothing.
Suddenly, the front door creaked and opened; a montage of horrible images of
robbery, rape and murder flooded her frightened mind causing her to instinctively scream
out for help.
Alas, her gagged mouth produced no sound, and even as she fought desperately for
freedom, the well knotted rope securing her in bondage only tightened all the more around
her. She wondered why she had ever consented to play this game with her Master. It didn't
feel like much fun any more.
Completely helpless and hopeless, she surrendered herself to whatever fate awaited
her. Curiously though, she found herself on a very different plane. The adrenalin rush,
the hopelessness and even her impending destruction seemed to combine in such a strange
way as to catapult her to a higher plane of sexual stimulation than she had ever thought
attainable.
An intense shiver coursed through her tense body and then she felt instantly
flushed and quite moist in her sex. Could this be the very thing she had been missing in
her otherwise very successful life as a top executive, wife, church leader and mother?
Her train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the heavy footfalls picked up by
her now heightened sense of hearing. Craning her neck for a better fix on the sound, she
was shocked to feel a hand gently caress her face, and then roughly yank a fistful of her
hair, pulling her head into a stream of hot and excited male breathe.
Strangely her spirits lifted, at least the first contact with Master wasn't with
the business end of his knife, gun or club, she thought briefly. She wondered what were
the expectations of her captor and how could she survive.
Her hopes of a speech or any other indication of her fate were dashed as the hot
breathe and the strong and very arousing masculine whiff of his cologne receded from her
face. Excitement quickly turned into fear and then back again as she felt his hands hook
into her sexy lingerie. First her cup-less bra, then her crotch-less panties and then a
loud ripping sound as he tore them off.
She shut her eyes tightly even behind the fabric of her blindfold and imagined his
standing back, discarding the shreds of her under things, and admiring his handiwork. He
was a tall young man with wide shoulders and the body of an athlete. He was dressed in
black leather pants that flattered his manhood, a black shirt and black boots.
She felt the bed rock slightly when he piled his weight onto it. She felt too, his
body heat as he positioned himself over her. His hot and excited breath teased millions of
nerve endings in her face and then his tongue darted without warning into her ear.
She almost died from the rush of excitement, how could he possibly . . . She began
to wonder, but before she could form the thought he whispered softly into her ear.
"Exposed"
A powerful mix of relief, sexual excitement and expectations of long held dreams
about to come true flooded her consciousness and she began to cry tears of joy. Finally
she was in the revered presence of her loving Master, for he just uttered their
pre-arranged password.
The fact that he didn't use it earlier is a testament to his deep knowledge of her
person, her dreams, her needs and her as yet undiscovered territories. There was never a
dull moment with Master; he always pushed her to the very limits. She wished that moment
would last forever, and knew it would. It was her first meeting in real-time with her
Master.
He was the man she had never met, whose picture she had hardly seen, but whose eyes
were so compelling, that he made her trust him with her deepest secret; her desire to be
helpless before a strong man, while yielding all control. In all their countless cyber
sessions he had utterly possessed her and dominated her fantasies. Now she knew he was
real.
Elaine suddenly tensed as his hands began stroking her beautiful breasts; he played
idly with her diamond hard nipples. Tears ran down the corners of her eyes as she felt
them about to explode; Master’s fingers soon left her breasts, but his lips followed in
their wake and soon she was struggling against her restraints, and pressing her nipples
closer against his slithering tongue. Obliging her, he flicked them ever so softly, first
one and then the other, unleashing the liquid fire of his expert tongue on her lust crazed
body.
Her groans grew even louder and her sex even more desperately needy as his hand
travelled south, snaking down to her parted thighs, and bathing in the growing moisture of
her slutty slit. She twisted and writhed as his fingers plucked at her sex like a Spanish
guitar, and her ass bucked wildly as he slipped a finger deeper into her tunnel of lust.
He was pleasantly surprised by the sheer intensity of her response and the desperate
sexual hunger of this prim and proper woman of a high station in life.
He wasn't done teasing her yet though, and he knew she did not need his sympathy,
she was a slut, and needed to be treated as such. She had to be pushed to the very edge of
sanity. And then, only when she was ready by his reckoning would he move on to the next
stage and fuck her hard and rough like the whore she truly was.
Previously, she had proudly proclaimed to him, "I am Masters little slut, his
shameless whore, happy and proud to be used for his pleasure as he wishes." She had said
this with much excitement during their online intimate encounters, but in reality she had
no idea how exhilarating that could be.
Regardless of all the facts she was still unaware that he was the one meant to open
her eyes, indeed her mind to a whole new world of lust, sex and the liberation of her
inner freak.
As he slipped a second finger inside her body, her thoughts scattered like ashes
thrown in the wind causing her to rock her hips faster until she fell in step with his
rhythm. His mouth soon followed, and when he withdrew his fingers and touched the tip of
his tongue to her painfully tingling and engorged clit, she went wild.
Master decided to turn up the volume on the music of their sex. He reached out and
relieved her of her gag, and the first sound out of her was a deep and protracted moan.
Her love cries grew steadily in both volume and intensity as he swirled his tongue and she
pleaded,
"Oh Master, please let me serve you, my body and my soul are all yours to use and
abuse as you please; please feed me . . . I'm yours . . . Ohhhhhhh!" She moaned so
breathlessly, unable to complete her plea.
Removing his face from her crotch, he gave her a hard spanking causing her to jump
with the shock of his blow.
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