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Master K and Slave J #1 (MF,cons,Mdom,bdsm,rough,va,solo,span,ws,toys,mast)
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Master K and Slave J #1 by KAXMAN
As I woke up, I made certain that I was quiet, so as not to wake Master.
Or at least until it was time to wake him up in the proper fashion; with
long sucking strokes of his cock, and no earlier than 9AM. It's about 7:30
now. If it were a weekday, I would have already taken care of all of my
morning duties, and Master would be leaving right now. But it's Saturday,
and Master likes to sleep in. Oh how I would love to suck my Master's cock
right now, but I must be patient.
I'm starting to feel the urge to pee. However I can't get to the
bathroom, even if I were allowed to. Last night I had used the toilet
without asking for permission. As punishment, Master would not allow me to
relieve myself, at all, until sometime this morning; also I was to sleep on
the floor, naked, with my ankle handcuffed to the foot of Master's bed.
That's in addition to the sound spanking I got, not that I'm complaining.
Actually, if I didn't live my life like I do, I would be a very unhappy
person. The intensity of my slavery, combined with the humiliation and
pain make it all so exciting. I get so much pleasure out of living life
this way. Just thinking about it gets me wet. I have to be careful not to
come. You see, I'm not allowed to come or orgasm without permission from
my Master.
That's one of the best parts; coming and orgasming only when I am told
to. Sometimes it's frustrating, but that just builds my orgasm even more.
When Master finally orders me to come, just like that, I do it, just like
that. Sometimes Master won't allow me to make any noise while I'm coming,
or orgasming. That can be hard to do, which makes the punishment for being
noisy even better. On some occasions Master will order me to be extra
loud, causing anybody around to look in my direction and see me in the
throes of ecstasy. Knowing that people can see and hear me appeals to my
exhibitionistic side, which always increases my arousal.
I've got to stop thinking about all this for now. My wetness is making
me have to pee even worse. Even though I'm not allowed to relieve myself,
Master told me that if it was an emergency (e.g. "I couldn't hold it for
another second"), that I would find something under his bed to use.
However, if I did use that "something", I would be punished. Master also
warned me again about waking him up before 9, mentioning that the
punishment would be severe if such a thing were to happen.
I felt underneath my Master's bed and found a shiny metal bedpan, but in
a toddler's size. My Master always keeps it interesting. I put it back
and tried to just keep still. It's hard not to make any noise when you've
got one of your ankles handcuffed to a bed with a metal frame. I decided
that it would be best if I just sit still, and wait for 9AM, to roll
around.
I seated myself properly on the floor, as always. I keep my feet flat
on the floor with my knees bent almost completely. Both my knees and feet
must be at least my shoulders-width apart, which leaves my legs open wide.
My hands always go up behind my head, or behind my back. Right now I have
them behind my back on the floor, to hold myself upright. This is how I
sit almost 100% of the time. Sitting in this manner ensures an
unobstructed view of my cunt and tits. I don't know who it pleases more,
me or my Master. It pleases me because it pleases my Master, but it also
pleases me because it's such a turn on being so exposed and vulnerable like
that. Sometimes Master leaves my arms and hands tied up behind my back,
and I'll just sit like that for hours. Meanwhile, he works on some project
or other. Not forgetting about me though, Master will check on me every
now and then. He might tell me to raise my hips up high, so that he can
slam his fingers in and out of me roughly, bringing me just to the brink of
coming. Or he might just attach clamps to my nipples, and insert a
vibrator in me. Then go back to what he was doing. I love it when he
teases and tortures me like that.
Enough of my daydreaming. It's not even 8:30 yet, and my bladder feels
like it's going to burst. I don't even think that that bedpan can hold all
of my pee. If I do use it, I won't be able to finish peeing, but at least
I'll get some relief. Maybe I can hold out for a few more minutes. Then
again, maybe not. Quickly I retrieve the bedpan, and seat myself on the
cold metal surface. Sitting in the proper fashion, I put my hands behind
my back, and began to pee. The tinkling sound of my pee hitting the metal
surface of the bedpan seemed noisy to me. I could only hope that the noise
would not wake up my Master. I stopped myself before the bedpan got too
full. Then I wiped myself with my hand, and just smeared the dampness on
my skin. I am not actually allowed to use toilet paper, except on very
rare occasions. It may seem strange to some, but it excites me, being
deprived of something so normal. It makes me feel more like a captured
slave, and slaves have need of nothing, other than direction from their
Master.
I carefully slid the bedpan back under my Master's bed, and seated
myself on the floor again. I made a mental note to myself to make sure
that I inform my Master of my disobedience at the first opportunity, and to
immediately offer my naughty cunt for punishment. Then I resigned myself
to waiting for 9AM.
At exactly 9AM I slowly stood up and positioned myself at the side of my
Master's bed, making sure, as always, that my feet are at least
shoulders-width apart. Then I bent over at the waist, and using my hands
to lift the covers just enough, got my head and shoulders under the covers.
I then put my hands back behind me, as I go about locating my Master's cock
with my tongue. Once I had found my prize, I began sucking and slurping
right away. It felt so warm in my mouth as it slowly started to swell.
Then I sensed that Master was starting to wake up, and so was his cock.
Within seconds Master's cock was fully erect, it's girth filling my mouth,
and it's length plunging all the way passed the back of my throat. I
continued deep-throating my Master's cock, slowly increasing the tempo of
the bobbing of my head.
Master was awake now, telling me to slow down a bit. I complied, for
which he praised me. "You won't be praising me in a few minutes," I
thought to myself. Master had thrown his covers off by now, and was
pinching and twisting my nipples to stiffness. "Much better," he
commented, as he continued with one hand, while reaching for my cunt with
the other. Feeling how wet I was, Master plunged two of his fingers deeply
into my cunt. Then a third as he began working them in and out of my
pussy. As he did this, he was saying that my pussy seemed wetter than it
should be, and that if he found out that I came during the night, there'd
be hell to pay.
After a few more minutes, I felt Master's cock swell in my mouth, so I
picked up the pace of my sucking to coincide with his coming. Thick hot
jets of Master's delicious come sprayed at the back of my throat, as I
continued sucking, I gulped his come down as fast as I could. After
draining every last drop, I then bathed every square inch of his cock and
balls with my tounge, making sure I didn't miss a drop of Master's come.
When I was through, I stood up straight, and waited for my Master to speak.
"Very good slave," my Master commented.
"Thank you Master. And thank you for letting me suck your cock and
swallow your come Master."
"Your welcome. Now, do you have anything to report."
"Yes Master. I used the bedpan to pee in. I am sorry for being
disobedient Master. May I please be punished?"
"Yes, of course. But what do you think would be a fitting punishment
for your disobedience, my slave?"
"I think my cunt should be whipped, and I should have to go without
peeing for the rest of the day...the week Master!"
"I think a week might be a little too long, but you seem to be on the
right track. Any other suggestions?," my Master asked, knowing how much I
love coming up with really nasty punishments for myself. He knows that
anything I say, I mean. All that's left is for him to decide whether he is
to deliver the punishment, or I, or both. I enjoy punishing myself for
Master, or anyone else, to see. I even suggested to Master that other
people might enjoy punishing me as well, but as yet, that hasn't happened.
I hope it does, and soon. I've explained to Master, many times, that I am
more than willing to be the sluttiest, nastiest, most tortured and
exploited slave there ever was, which pleases him greatly. All he asks of
me is a little patience, to go along with my eagerness, and I will
experience all I desire, and more.
"Yes Master. The bedpan will need to be emptied and cleaned. I feel
that that is my responsibility. I should drink my pee out of the bedpan,
and lick it clean. If I don't finish every drop of pee, I should bathe in
what is left. And if the bed pan isn't completely clean (shiny and no
scent of pee), I should continue licking it, while my pussy receives more
whipping."
"We're in a masochistic mood today, aren't we? Let me think it over for
a minute while you spank your pussy ten times."
"Yes Master. Thank you. May I sit?"
"Yes, you may."
I seated myself on the floor, facing my Master, making sure that I
spread myself out, extra wide. I even pulled my ass and pussy open as I
seated my self, so that I would be completely wide open for the spanking.
Propping myself up with my left arm behind me, I raised my right arm up
above my head, made my hand flat, and swung.
Whack!! I felt the sharp pain on my clit and outer lips as I counted
out loud, "One", and raised my arm up over my head again. "Two" Already I
was starting to feel the heat build, deep in my pussy. "Three" The
stinging was making my pussy blossom, my lips getting puffy as they opened
up wider to the treatment. "Four" Now I could feel myself getting wet.
"Five" Ooh! That one felt good, right on my clit. "Six" Getting me
wetter, and hotter. "Seven" The tip of one of my fingers soundly struck my
asshole, making me shudder from the stinging. "Eight" Oww! I just had to
nail it again, but I think it's going to make me come. "Nine" Now I'm
straining, to keep from coming. "Ten" Ohh! That stings! Almost lost it
there. I glanced down, admiring my handiwork. My cunt was red and
swollen, with my lips opened wide, and my clit standing out, demanding
attention.
"Good work! It looked like you almost came slave."
"Yes Master. I did almost come."
"Oh really. Was it difficult to keep yourself from coming?"
"Yes it was Master." I knew what was coming next...
"Then go ahead and spank your clit five times. Now!," Master barked.
...and I love it. Whenever I spank my clit, I'm only supposed to use my
first three fingers to hit with, unless Master tells me otherwise. So,
five seconds, and five slaps later, my clit felt like it was on fire. I
could feel myself getting ready to come, and I didn't think I could hold
back this time, but I was trying.
"Five more. Now!!," Master barked. This time it took eight seconds,
but when I was through, I could feel myself starting to shake. It was
gonna' be an orgasm if I didn't stop it now. That's when Master told me
grab my clit with my thumb and first two fingers. Master couldn't contain
his smile as he ordered me to twist, tweak, and yank on my clit, until he
told me I could stop.
I knew this would be the end of me, as I reached down to do as
instructed. As I felt my fingers on my clit, I could feel the pressure
building. Then I squeezed hard and twisted my clit. I wanted to orgasm so
bad. Then Master ordered me to snap my clit. So I pinched my clit hard
and began pulling, as hard as I could, until my clit finally snapped free
of my fingers. That was it. I couldn't handle it anymore. I started a
low moan, deep inside me, that slowly grew.
"You'd better not come, slut!," Master warned, "And keep working that
clit!," he added, knowing his words would push me over the edge.
"Master, please!," I begged, "Please may I orgasm?!," already feeling it
rise in me.
"No!" came the expected reply, but I knew I couldn't hold it, and so did
my Master. My orgasm took about three minutes to reach it's end, during
which I said things like, "Master...I...I..I'm orgasming Master...I'm so
sorry! I c..c..couldn't hold it I'm a bad slut slave Master! I need to
beeee...p.p.whipped Master!" Finally, though, my orgasm passed, and I was
able to regain control of myself.
Still working my clit, as instructed, Master informed me that he decided
that my suggestions for my punishment would work fine, along with some of
my Master's own additions. I was both shocked and excited. Shocked
because my Master usually doesn't use my ideas. Up until now, he usually
tells me that my ideas are too extreme, but that they will be used, in the
near future. I was always telling Master, "I can hardly wait!" Now the
near future had finally arrived. That's why I got excited.
Master told me to stop working on my clit, and to lean back on my hands.
Then he crouched next to me and slapped my pussy hard, about six or seven
times. My cunt stung like never before. I thanked him, and he told me
there'd be plenty more. I genuinely thanked him in advance. He responded
by joking that pretty soon I might not be so thankful. Master explained to
me that he felt that both he and I were ready now, to take a step up to the
next level, as it were. Master reminded me that I had been his slave for
six months now, and that I had done very well. In recognition of that
fact, Master informed me that today would be my graduation.
He explained that 'from now on, everything would be harsher, stricter,
and much more intense. More people would be involved in my slavery now.'
Until now, there had been only four others, besides Master, whom I had been
allowed the pleasure of serving. 'Now there will be others, even perfect
strangers.' Hearing this scared and excited me. I felt a chill run from my
back to my nipples, and a tingle between my legs. And finally, Master
informed me that today I would also 'graduate to being a full-time slave.
Twenty-four hours a day, three-hundred-sixty-five days a year. No more
days off, ever.' My brain went numb for about thirty seconds.
During the first six months, the amount of time I spent as a slave
steadily increased. Starting with a couple of hours on the first day, at
three months, I went four days as a slave, and then maybe get a day off.
Not any more. I had finally arrived. I had always fantasized about living
the life of a nasty, slutty, sex slave. Well, ever since I was 15, when I
read this book about a women who was the owned property of these three men,
and how they did such "terrible" things to her, and how she enjoyed it.
I realized Master was talking to me, asking, "What to do think slave?
Are you pleased about your graduation slave?"
"Yes Master."
"You don't sound sincere slave."
"I am sincere Master. I am still absorbing all of what this means
Master."
"I understand slave, but don't take too long, we've got a busy day
today. Lot's to do!," he said gleefully.
"Yes Master."
Then Master returned to slapping my clit. I, appropriately thanking
him, in response to each blow. The sting of each slap, momentarily
interrupting the steady throbbing I felt. I thought about all the changes
this might bring in my life, and how I would never be the same person
again. I would no longer be able to go on little shopping trips by myself.
Or go to the library, on a whim, to see if there were any new books that
might be worth reading. Or call up a friend to see if they wanted to do
something. I would do none of these things, ever again. Suddenly I felt
completely comfortable with the whole idea, remembering that this is what I
had been waiting for, for so long.
When Master had finished his slapping, he asked me how I felt.
"Great! Master." I said, with the genuine excitement I was now feeling.
"I understand my new situation and how much will be expected of me, and I
am eager to serve you Master, in any way you so desire, or expect of me.
Thank you Master, for this opportunity. I won't let you down. To let you
down, would be letting myself down, because I'm the one who wanted all
this."
"True enough," Master replied, "but enough chatter. Slide that bed pan
out of underneath the bed."
I did as instructed, moving the pan slowly, so that it's contents
wouldn't splash out. Master then unlocked the handcuff from my ankle, and
I was instructed to carry the bedpan into the bathroom, and set it on the
floor of the bathtub. I was to remain on me knees until told otherwise.
It took some effort to accomplish the task, but I did, with no spills.
Then Master ordered me into the tub, with the bedpan to one end, and on all
fours, 'like a good dog'. I quickly followed orders, and climbed into the
tub on my hands and knees. Then, as I suggested, Master told me to drink
from the bedpan, just like a dog drinks from the toilet. I have tasted pee
before, on different occasions, but I have never been expected to drink so
much. Things are getting more intense all right, and since it was my idea,
I didn't hesitate to start lapping up my pee. Master expressed his
pleasure at seeing my lack of hesitation, by mentioning to me what a 'good
little filthy slave' I am. This made me go into overdrive, as I began
lapping up my pee faster, splashing it all over my face, and in the tub,
until finally the bed pan was empty. But there was pee all over the inside
of the tub.
Master told me I could use my hands to hold the bedpan, while I licked
it clean. Some spots were hard to reach with my tongue, but I did my best.
When I was done, Master inspected my work and decided that it was
acceptable. Then he ordered me to lick the tub clean, which is easier than
the bedpan, but takes much longer. As I crawled around in the tub,
covering every square inch with my tongue, I realized how aroused I was
becoming. My nipples, as hard as stone, and standing out about a half an
inch, felt hot. And in between my legs, fire and water, signaling my
body's approval of my graduation.
There. I'm done. Wow, is my tongue tired. Now Master will probably
let me shower quickly, as he usually does, in cool water. I can only hope
things will intensify here as well. Master began speaking to me, which is
when I realized why people say, "Be careful what you wish for." Master told
me that I would get a quick shower, of a different kind. Directing me to
face him, Master told me to open my mouth, sit properly, and swallow
anything that lands in my mouth. I was in shock, as I quickly did as I was
told.
Master positioned himself in front of me, standing comfortably, and
began to pee. The first sprays were directed at my tits, and down at my
cunt. Then I received a mouthful of his piss, as Master began soaking my
face and hair. I struggled to swallow his pee, without closing my mouth,
or losing any of it. Right away, pee was splashing out of my mouth.
Master paused for a moment to warn me that I would be punished for my
failure, and then he shot a long stream into my mouth again. This time I
managed to catch all of it in my mouth, but in order to swallow all of it,
I had to close my mouth for just a brief second. Master saw this, and
stopped peeing again, explaining that my punishment would be severe, as a
result of my second failure. Master informed me that, in order to make it
easier for me to swallow Master's pee, he would put the head of his cock in
my mouth, and I would drink his pee. All of it.
"Yes Master," I responded, as he placed the head of his penis in my
mouth. Within moments, Master was relieving himself, his hot pee filling
my mouth. I gulped it down as fast as I could, until he was finally
through. Then I licked Master clean, and thanked him. Master said I did a
satisfactory job, and that I would get plenty more practice drinking other
people's urine as well. Hearing that, I shuddered, as if I had orgasmed or
something, but I didn't. My hair, face, and body were drenched with
Master's urine, and I reeked of it too. Now I was a filthy slave, and it
felt good.
Master had me stand in the tub. Signaling me, with his first two
fingers making an opening 'V', Master indicated that I was to stand with my
legs spread at a much greater distance than the usual 'wider than shoulder
width' that is expected of me. I then placed my hands up behind my neck,
and waited for what I knew was coming.
"You'll be dried off, after I finish punishing you. Understand slut!"
"Yes Master. I understand completely.", I replied, as I became even
more aroused at being called a slut. I can hardly wait to prove it. Then
Master began lashing my cunt with a riding crop. Still wet with Master's
pee, the lashes stung twice as much, making my pussy throb from the
treatment. Then Master switched to a little torture of my pussy, pinching
and pulling on my lips and clitoris. Then Master slapped it a few times,
with his bare hand, before going back to the riding crop. Master
alternated between the riding crop, and pinching and pulling, for about
another ten minutes. Then he brought in a couple of fans, which he aimed
at me, and switched them on. The air blowing over my wet body made me
shiver all over, reminding me of how naked I am. I also found myself
thinking of how naked I would be. Slowly, I dried off.
Noticing that it was already 10:30
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