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THE GIFT by Master Yves

(Copyright (c) 1999 Master Yves - All Rights Reserved)

They had met in person for the first time only a few hours ago, after 
several dozen hours of online time and several phone calls over the course 
of a few weeks.   she had come here, to where He lives, to present herself 
to Him in submission.  she knew that as part of giving herself, she could 
expect to be taken in a particular, very special way.   As that time 
approached, she felt a mix of emotions -excitement, desire, fear.  she 
wanted to give herself totally, and to please this man who already meant so 
much to her, to let Him have that which He had told her would be an expected 
part of her service.  At the same time, she was not sure she could follow 
through with that.  she worried about possible pain, and was haunted by 
memories of that one time in her past - the time it was taken by force, not 
given.

He could sense her concern, her fear, her conflicting desires.  she had 
previously expressed them verbally, and had later told Him she had worked 
through them and put them aside, but He knew better.  she was not yet able 
to be entirely open and honest with Him, and though He would eventually 
demand that, He recognized and accepted that He had not yet earned that 
degree of trust from her.  As was, He was honored to have earned what she 
had given, and the deep trust she exhibited, and as was His nature, He 
desired to reward her for what she gave.  As much as He desired her in this 
particular, favorite manner, and as much as that would have to be part of 
what she gave Him for things to be right, He was willing to wait if need be. 
  He knew that submission is something given freely, not forced; something 
earned, not owed.

This place they had chosen was without identity; stark, forgettable, but 
functional, it added nothing, but also did not distract from their purpose.  
It featured a bed and a variety of other horizontal services, a few of which 
had already been sampled; a sink and ample washcloths and towels; and a 
shower, which would be useful at the end of the encounter, when both 
prepared to return to their daily lives, process what they had shared and 
consider what, if anything, would happen next.

****
Their time had started simply.  After entering the room, He had taken her in 
His arms and held her, first standing, then in His lap.  Stroking her back, 
gently caressing her face and hair for awhile, He had calmed her and lent 
her strength, had shown her that He was real, that He would be patient and 
respect her limits, and that He did desire her.  When she was ready, she had 
initiated a kiss, which led to many more, some long, some short - tentative 
at first, then passionate, finally confident and insistent.  Finally she had 
said, simply, "I'm ready, Sir."

"Look at Me, treasure," He had said, his gaze even, unwavering.  As He had 
looked into her pale, blue eyes, she had heard the question she had known He 
would ask.

"Do you submit to Me, treasure?"

"Yes, Sir," she had replied, her eyes immediately downcast in submission.  
She was still sitting in His lap.

He had nodded, smiling, delighting in this woman, so desirable, giving 
herself to His will.  He had let her wait several moments in anticipation 
before speaking again.  "Very well.  Rise, treasure, and disrobe.  Show Me 
what you give to Me."

she had obeyed nervously, moving quickly, due partly to desire to obey and 
please, but more to nervousness - she had worried that if she stopped, she 
would be unable to continue.  she doubted her beauty, feared He would not 
desire her once He saw her.  she need not have worried.  As He had watched 
her quickly undress, her moves demonstrating efficiency learned from having 
too much to do and never enough time, He had smiled.  He had not expected a 
model, a perfect body.  As He'd studied her standing before him, He had 
noted the marks of mature womanhood, including the signs that she had borne 
children, and though she was ashamed of these marks, He considered them a 
badge of honor, evidence that her body had served one of its purposes, just 
as today she would give it toward a new purpose: serving Him.  As He looked 
her over, His gaze lingering on her beautiful breasts, He had felt his 
desire surge, a tightness in His pants.

she had stood nervously, eyes still downcast, until He commanded, "Look at 
Me, treasure." After a moment, He'd had to repeat "At Me, treasure.  Look 
into My eyes, now."  Seeing her anxiety, but also her desire to serve, He 
had known that she did not fear Him, but rather feared she would not measure 
up to His standards.  He had heard, even seen her breath catch, first as her 
beautiful, pale blue eyes met His gray-green ones, then again as He said, 
plainly, "You are beautiful, treasure.  I find you beautiful."

He had stood then, touching her cheek, her chin, lightly kissing her ear, 
then the side of her neck, as He gently caressed her shoulders, her arms.  
Moving behind her, He had avoided touching her breasts, the smooth folds of 
her shaven, already glistening sex.  "Stay facing forward," He had whispered 
into her ear as she'd started to turn.

Next, as He had stood back, outside her view, she had shivered as she heard 
Him moving, unsure what He'd been doing.  He'd smiled as He saw her shivers, 
then again at her gasp as He had grasped her wrists, pulling them behind her 
and crossing them, pushing her breasts forward.   she'd stood motionless as 
she had felt Him wrapping His tie around her wrists, then tying them, 
tightly but not too tightly.  Suddenly the sounds she'd head had made sense.

As He had pressed against her from behind, still dressed, she felt the 
firmness of His erect cock against her ass, then His hands at her breasts, 
first gently caressing, then firmly cupping them, her nipples hard in His 
palms.  she had felt His breath, hot, against the back of her neck as He'd 
nuzzled her under her hair, then whispered:

"Do you give yourself to Me, treasure?  Are you Mine?"

"Yes, Sir," she had whispered, barely audible, nodding just slightly.  She'd 
pushed against Him as He had  rolled her nipples between thumb and 
forefinger, then gasped as He had tugged them.

"And how does that feel, treasure, to be Mine?"

she had paused only a moment before replying, louder than before.  "It feels 
right, Sir."

He had smiled, nibbling her earlobe from behind, then whispering again.  "It 
is right."  Next He had slid one hand down her soft belly, then lower.   her 
legs had parted as the fingers slid along her lower thigh and He had smiled 
as He felt the soft skin there already wet with her arousal.  she had moaned 
as He had turned His hand so He was cupping her sex, rubbing the undersides 
of His fingers over her wet petals, and as He had started to nibble on the 
side of her neck while sliding two fingers into her, her moans had become 
louder and her breathing fast and hard.

Still standing behind her, still holding one breast, alternately squeezing 
it and toying with the rigid nipple, He had gradually moved His fingers in 
and out of her faster and with more force.  His nostrils had flared as the 
scent of her arousal had gotten stronger, and then He had started rubbing 
the pad of His thumb over her clit while continuing to explore her hot, 
slick, secret place.  Suddenly her breathing had become loud, and she had 
jerked in His arms, nearly falling over as she'd gasped and cried out 
loudly, again, then a third time.  It had taken Him fewer than three minutes 
to make her cum by His touch for the first time.

Other intimacies had followed, always at His direction.   At His command, 
she had knelt on a pillow before Him and attempted to please Him, but she 
had been unable to complete that act; only later did she tell Him why, for 
fear of being rejected, though she'd had no reason to fear, as He'd 
suspected the reason and had understood.   Next it had pleased Him to bring 
her pleasure again, this time with His mouth, mostly on her sodden, inviting 
sex, but occasionally exploring lower, between the cheeks that entranced Him 
so much.  Afterward He had untied her and, moving her into various 
positions, had taken her pussy again and again, demonstrating control by 
holding off His own orgasm as she had achieved several, often loudly.  After 
a time He had tied her hands behind her back again.  Before this day she had 
never been taken from behind, but when He had emptied himself into her for 
the first time, she had been on her knees, legs spread wide, the side of her 
face and her beautiful, soft breasts against the sheets as He had thrust 
deeply into her, pulling her back onto Him with His firm grip on her bound 
wrists.

Afterward, He had held her from behind for a time, and they had enjoyed the 
feelings of their bodies cooling against each other.  A short time later, He 
had rolled onto his back and ordered her to mount Him; although never really 
that interested in a woman's breasts before, He had enjoyed holding hers 
while watching her facial expressions as she'd ridden to her orgasm.  
Quickly He had reversed their positions, rolling onto her and taking her 
roughly from atop, then abruptly pulling out and turning her back onto her 
knees; within seconds she'd had her second experience of being entered from 
behind, as He had thrust fully into her, eliciting a loud gasp from deep 
within her.

As when He had first taken her this way, He'd held and caressed the cheeks 
of her ass, enjoying their feel and parting them to watch Himself slide in 
and out of her, and to gaze upon the other, smaller entrance just above 
where His cock entered and exited her with steady, firm strokes.  This time, 
though, He'd started to touch her there, touching and pressing against her 
anus with His thumb, first lightly then with a bit of pressure.  Within 
seconds of Him starting to explore this part of her, she had cum intensely, 
first with several deep, keening moans, then with a long, high-pitched cry.

He had smiled, well aware of what had produced that strong, sudden reaction.

****
Still moving in and out of her, but more slowly now, He reached up, leaning 
over her back, to caress her shoulders and neck.  Gradually moving His 
massages lower, He felt her back push against His hands, though she 
continued to be relaxed following her forceful, draining climax.  Leaning 
back upright, He moved His hands back down to her ass, caressing and then 
kneading her cheeks.  Continuing to massage her there with one hand, He 
reached over with the other and took the tube she had put on the nightstand 
earlier, before He had arrived.

she felt, rather than saw, His motions, so she was not entirely surprised 
when she felt the cool gel against her most intimate opening.  Gradually He 
spread it around with the pad of His thumb, still moving slowly, very gently 
now, in and out of her sweet pussy.  her mix of sensations became stronger 
as He continued this particular, novel caress.....it felt good, and made her 
desire to give herself in that way and take that pleasure and make it her 
own as well, but at the same time, she felt anxiety building within her.  
she gasped loudly as, with steady, insistent pressure, the tip of His thumb 
slowly breached the opening.  He felt her pussy clamp and pulse around His 
cock, but also noticed her body tensing up, and He murmured encouragement as 
He basked in the sweet sensation of opening her in this way.

"Relax, treasure," He said.  "I will take My time, as much time as you 
need."  she felt a growing warmth as she panted, then purred into the 
bedsheets, feeling His thumb move a bit deeper, gradually deeper...feeling 
the knuckle pass through the tight ring of muscles.

"There," He whispered, softly, patting her lower back and the upper curve 
her ass.  "I'm not moving.  Just relax."  He started to slide in and out of 
her pussy a bit more firmly again, keeping His thumb still inside the tight, 
but gradually relaxing, grip of her ass.  Within a couple minutes, she 
started to rock back against Him, her moans escalating rapidly.  He slowly 
withdrew His thumb partway, then pushed it in again, bringing a keening 
sound from her; feeling Him doing that again, she gasped and mumbled 
something unintelligible.  Pulling His thumb out a bit more, He pushed it in 
again, all the way.  This time her sound was a sharper moan and, feeling her 
tense, He left the finger still again for a bit, moving only His cock in and 
our of her pussy, until she calmed again.  After a bit, He resumed gentler 
motions, going slowly, until His lubricated thumb was able to move fully and 
smoothly in and out of her, with no resistance and with no reaction other 
than a steadily building series of gasps and moans.  she started to rock 
back and forth more quickly, approaching climax.  He had other ideas.

He slid His thumb out of her, and glancing at it, He was surprised to see it 
entirely clean, other than the sheen of the lubricant and perhaps her own 
mucous.  Only later, when He remarked on remarkable inner cleanliness, did 
she admit that she had been so nervous about finally meeting Him, giving 
herself into His service, that she had been unable to eat for more than a 
day.

Holding her cheeks open with one hand, He squeezed more lubricant out, 
directly onto her anus.  she did not pause her movements, only gasped at the 
cool sensation, quickly warming as He slowly pushed it into her with the tip 
of His thumb.  Suddenly she no longer felt Him inside her pussy; crouching 
there on all fours, hands crossed in front of her face, she waited as she 
heard and felt His movements.  A moment later she felt the thickness of Him, 
sheathed in the cool gel, not where she had already become used to Him, but 
just a bit higher.  She felt the slightest pressure.

Suddenly she fell forward onto the bed, away from Him, her legs together.  
Confused, He could see her tension, sense the profound change in her mood.  
He could not see her face, her eyes clamped shut at the sudden intrusion of 
horrid memories.  she fought tears: sadness from past memories, 
disappointment in herself, and shame at disappointing Him.

she felt him softly caressing her outer thigh, then the curve of her ass; 
though still tense, the touch calmed her a bit.  "You aren't ready for 
that," He stated, plainly.  she shook her head.  A couple of tears escaped, 
despite her best effort, wetting the sheet beneath her face, shaming her 
further.

"You had seemed ready," He said, softly, still caressing her.   she said 
nothing, did not respond outwardly.   Suddenly she felt cold, for the first 
time since He had first held her.

she felt him move, then felt His weight upon her, His arms around her, his 
chest, so hairy, wet with exertion, against her back.  For a time He held 
her like that, then rolled over, taking her with Him, so they lay side by 
side, her back to Him.  she clutched her hands across her breasts, then 
started to relax as she felt His hand on her shoulder, then her arm, 
caressing softly, gently.  After a bit, He held her with both hands from 
behind, hugging her to Him.  They lay silently for a time.

"Tell me," He finally said.  she did not respond.  "Look at me, treasure."  
His voice was soft; she started to turn away from Him, back onto her belly, 
facedown, but His hand on her arm stopped her.  His grip was firm, strong.

"treasure, turn and look at me." she could not resist this time, His voice 
calm, but firm.  Slowly she turned around, but kept her eyes downcast as He 
continued to hold her.  Finally she felt the pressure of His fingertips 
pressing against her chin, lifting her face.  Looking into His eyes, she 
could see concern and love; no disappointment, no anger, no desire to shame 
or hurt or use.  Nothing like the eyes she had seen in her mind, the look 
she had remembered.  The trust she had felt earlier, as He'd held her, came 
back to her, gradually but irresistibly.   This was Him.  she was safe.  
"Now tell Me," He commanded, softly.

she did.

Hesitantly at first, she told Him of the awful time.  How the man she had 
trusted, had made babies with, had decided he would use her in a way he had 
heard about.  How she had said no, and how he had ignored her refusal, her 
pleas, her cries, her tears.  How he had shattered what little trust she 
still had for him, after all the things he had said and done to shatter her 
soul.  It had only happened once, that way, though she had long been used to 
him taking her pussy whether she wished it or not, but afterward she had 
felt broken beyond repair.

  As she talked, she felt Him holding her, caressing her face, brushing an 
errant lock of hair away from her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sir," she said.

"Shhhh."  His voice was soft, low; she felt His breath against her chin.  
"It's okay.  It's not your fault."  She felt His kiss against her cheek, 
then His fingers turning her face, His lips against hers.  Gentle. Warm.  
Looking at Him, she saw and felt the concern, the understanding.  she knew 
it would be okay.  In that instant, she felt a love she'd never known 
before, as pure as her love for her children, but much, much different, so 
amazingly different.  she felt the past start to lose its hold on her.

Gradually she pressed herself into the kiss, suddenly with passion, forcing 
her tongue into His mouth.  After a few moments that rush passed, and they 
lay still again for a time.

Eventually He moved her onto her back, then slid atop her, her legs parting 
readily, His cock naturally finding the familiar entrance to her sweet sex 
and sliding slowly, smoothly in as she shifted her hips to draw Him in.  He 
gasped at the smooth feel, and she purred as He held her close while pausing 
within her, then started to gently move.  They moved together slowly, 
finding a rhythm.  Sometimes she simply relaxed, feeling Him move, while at 
other times she wrapped her lower legs around His, holding Him in and 
rocking her hips to meet His motions.  This was Him.  It felt right.

He could sense she wanted more, needed more.  Withdrawing, He put a hand on 
her hip, only to find her turning on her own, onto her belly, then lifting, 
proudly arching her beautiful ass into the air, bracing herself on her 
hands.  He briefly considered the tie, hanging limply over the nightstand, 
then rejected that idea.  she needed freedom, He knew...freedom to give 
herself, this time, not be taken.  Only by experiencing that freedom should 
she come to give it up, to serve Him fully.

Moving up against her, His cock hard again, He slid readily into her pussy, 
finding her every bit as hot as she had been at any time during the 
encounter, and very, very wet.  Starting out with gentle thrusts, He soon 
found himself picking up the pace as she pushed back forcefully and 
gradually harder.  Again He found himself mesmerized by the cleft between 
her cheeks, and again He found Himself parting her, touching her in that 
intimate area.  He felt her stiffen for a moment, then thrust back harder.  
she felt just the slightest twinge of anxiety, but focused resolutely on her 
pleasure, and His, pushing that fear away.  she felt His hand leave her 
cleft for a moment, and knew what He was reaching for; she welcomed it, and 
the chance to try again.

Again squeezing lube out onto His thumb, He pushed it slowly against the 
ringed muscle.  She paused her movements until He was about halfway in, 
then, with a slow, deep breath, moved backward, pushing herself onto the 
probing digit.  Both paused for a moment for her to adjust; He could feel 
heat rising from her body, and deep inside her.  she was the one who started 
moving again, and very quickly, He could move His thumb easily in and out of 
her, without any obvious discomfort on her part and despite the tightness.

"Mmmmmm, treasure," He moaned, enjoying her movements.  "Do you want to try 
again?"  she gasped and nodded her head up and down, quickly.  He withdrew 
His thumb and, holding her hips with both hands, stopped her motions.  Then, 
slowly, He slid his cock, dripping with her honey, out of her pussy.  Moving 
it up just a bit, He touched around the rim of her well-lubricated bottom.  
"Tell me, treasure.  I want to hear you say it."

"Yesssssssss," she hissed.  When He stayed still, she continued.  "Yes.  
Yes, I want that...Sir."

"I'll take My time," he said, stroking her lower back.  "We will go slowly, 
and I want you to tell Me if it hurts, or if you need to slow down."  
Holding the base of His cock with one hand, the other on her hip, He started 
to push against the tight ring.  He stopped just as His tip had started to 
breach her opening, pausing to let her relax before proceeding, and was 
amazed when she suddenly pushed back with a short, sharp lunge, taking in 
the entire head and about an inch more that into her tight, dark passage.   
He gasped with pleasure as she knelt, completely still, whimpering just a 
bit.  she felt no real pain, just the expectation of pain, and when it did 
not come, she let her upper body fall forward, resting herself on her 
forearms, relaxing; a moment later, she bore back against Him, taking in 
more of His cock.

"Shhhhhhhh...slow, treasure," He cautioned, holding her cheeks, afraid of 
hurting her, wanting very much for their first time doing this, her first 
time giving to Him in this special way, to be completely pleasant for her.  
she would have none of this caution; moaning, she slid forward a bit, 
letting about an inch of his cock slide out, then pushed back, taking it in 
again as He continued to stroke her flanks.  Finally, overwhelmed with the 
sensation, He started to move with her, slowly and gently.  "How is it, 
treasure?" He asked.  Her reply was inarticulate, but clearly one of 
pleasure.

Gradually both picked up the pace, and, holding her hips firmly, He finally 
pushed all the way into her, feeling His pubic hair flush against her skin.  
"Hhhuunnnnnnnnhhh!" she moaned loudly, grinding back into His hips. 
"Ooooooohhhhh...ohhhhhgodddddddddd...nnnnnnnnhhhhaaahhhh!"

"Reach under and touch your clit, treasure," He instructed, wanting to make 
sure she enjoyed this moment as much as possible.  He was not sure if she 
had heard Him or not, but in fact she just ignored that order, not wanting 
to move anything but her hips and not wanting to be distracted in any way 
from the pure sensation she was experiencing.

Sweat poured down His forehead as they moved in tandem, her cheeks 
flattening against His hips.  "Ohhhh, treasure..." He panted.  "I'm getting 
close.  Is it good for My treasure?"   Her only response was to push back 
harder and rock faster, back and forth on Him.

Quickly she was beyond rational thought; she later had no idea what she'd 
said, overwhelmed by the sensations, but her verbalizations excited Him 
beyond belief, beyond anything in His experience.  
"Mmmmmyahhhhh...ooohhhhhhgodddddd...more, more, ah!...harderrrrrr...!"

He felt a familiar sensation approaching.  "treasure...sweet 
treasurrrrre..." He moaned.

Suddenly she screamed.  "God! Harder...fuck it harder! Aaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!"  
He could feel her start to convulse, and suddenly she made a short series of 
loud, high-pitched moans.

"Cumming!" He announced, joining her, His declaration unnecessary, as even 
through her passion she could feel Him jerking, emptying into her.  As He 
gasped in release, she gave a final, loud moan, pushing back all the way to 
take Him fully into her most secret place.

For long moments He was completely still, kneeling behind her, His cock 
fully within her, while she rocked back and forth just the slightest bit 
before slumping forward, completely relaxed.  He followed her down, lying 
atop her, His chest against her back, His hands moving around and under her 
to cup her breasts.  He stayed buried within her for a few moments, pressed 
against her full ass, before sliding wetly out as His cock started to soften 
and deflate.  she could feel His heart pounding against her back, and she 
moaned happily, a smile on her face, as she shifted her hips to feel His 
cock, now so peaceful, against her bottom.

Finally He leaned forward to kiss her neck, then her ear.  He licked the 
lobe, then whispered to her, softly but clearly.  "Thank you, treasure.  For 
being who you are.  For what you give to Me.  And for being Mine."

"Thank You, Sir," she said.  "Thank You for giving me something beautiful to 
replace those old memories, so I can leave them in the past, where they 
belong, and move on...with my life, and with You."

she smiled, enjoying His weight atop her.  she felt comfortable, safe and 
loved.   It felt right.  For the first time in years, she felt right.

T/they felt right.


Dedicated to My treasure.

12/30/1999

******
This story is a true account of the first meeting between Myself and My 
lovely slave, treasure.  It is very personal and, I hope, more romantic than 
the typical erotic story.  Please, let Me know if you enjoyed this glimpse 
into O/our love. I may write further episodes, and may also have treasure do 
the same.

master_yves@hotmail.com

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