Rebirth..... (closed for Tio Narratore and I)

OOC:

This is a spin off of my very first story attempt.

A first venture into the unknown ......

Enjoy!



IC:

Normal girl, yep that was Lissa! Yet deep in her psyche something was always missing, something unfathomed and as yet unnamed. Always she assumed the missing piece was the outer beauty she did not possess, the sultry body she yearned for, the love life she felt that she was missing out on.

One lonely unfulfilled evening bored surfing the web she came upon a site dedicated to erotic literature. One title captured her attention and she began to read. For hours Lissa was mesermerized, her body and soul responding in ways she had never even dreamed they could. Her ‘cunt’ a new word in her awakening vocabulary was wet hot and dripping, her nerve endings on edge with longing. In her mind she became, ‘little one’ she was the beloved pet, responding unreservedly to the needs of her demanding Master.

For weeks she couldn’t banish the images from her mind or the longing from her sleepless nights. She knew no man would want her for his slave, yet there had to be a way?

In desperation she returned to the same site, created a persona, ‘kurious one,’ nothing false about that name, and entered a B.D.S.M. chat room. Within days her search was ended, “Sir” wanted HER for his pet. Within weeks she found herself collared and owned. She had come home. She belonged, her nights given over to her newly found Master. It was as if the pieces of the puzzle of her life, after 33 years had suddenly flawlessly fallen into place, she was reborn.

Sir, cherished her sight unseen as HIS, He taught, nurtured and when necessary disciplined her ever willing body. He guided her to unbelievable and hither to unimagined heights of ecstasy.

After a year the inevitable happened; her online Master wanted to take their relationship into the real world, the fantasy would no longer suffice, for either of them.....

At first she was ecstatic and could think of nothing else and then the doubt, doubts she had previously held at bay came crashing in. Could He really want the real Lissa, could He continue to cherish His less than perfect slave? Would he turn His eyes away from her, her stretch marks and her less than perfect breasts? She felt that she hadn’t been an honest slave; hadn’t corrected his obvious impressions of her sexually responsive body. If they met she would require the ultimate punishment. Sir, would surely banish her from His sight for ever, she would be forever exiled from her Master. Lissa had come to need, crave and yes to love her Master. She would take that chance. One devoted look into His eyes would have perhaps, to last her a lifetime. Yes, they would meet, that one moment in time would be hers, selfish slave that she was.

The night they were to meet she was clearly given her instructions. Her Master had chosen the weather, the starry, sultry perfect summer evening, the location and specifically what she was to wear, down to its last detail. “Dress in black, a sheer lacy camisole, mid calf skirt, silk stockings and of course no panties.” A very conservative choice indeed compared to what she wore during their online encounters, and she admitted to herself that she was relieved to put off the moment of her eventual exposure.

Still she felt positively naked as she approached His building; she could clearly imagine His cock inside her and his hands dominating her willing flesh. Would she given the chance to experience this in reality? She could only prayer this would be so. Slowly she approached the foreboding mahogany door of His home. As instructed with out knocking Lissa slowly, tentatively pushed it open and stepped inside. Like the well trained pet she was, she waited in the enveloping darkness the only sound the pounding of her own heart. She could sense His presence before the earthy male smell of Him overwhelmed her reason.......

Lissa could feel His breath on her neck as He whispered in her sensitive ear, “Do not speak, or cum until you are given permission to do so. I am in a mood to indulge you my pet, but I will punish if you give me cause to do so” she nodded her understanding. “Once you enter My home there is no turning back.”

She silently hoped this would be so. She could feel him wrapping a blind fold around her eyes; she was not to be allowed to see Him. One hand splayed across her ribcage under her camisole, the other none to gently entwined in her long golden hair she could feel His huge cock pressing into the small of her back as He none to gently guided her across the threshold........

For the past year, he had been engaged in the most extraordinary online relationship with 'kurious one'. He had never encountered a submissive that meshed with him so flawlessly. He could tell from her responses, she was not merely playing the role, she was living it.

Finally, the time came for her to truly live the role she had been preparing herself for. The previous 12 months would have laid the foundations for what was to follow. He spent a week making sure that all was in readiness for her arrival, such that nothing would be delayed or impaired. That the natural flow of events would not be disrupted. So that he could achieve his desired goals with her.

The message he sent was simple, straight forward.

kurious one,
It is time for you to put your fantasies behind you, and embrace your true self at my hands.

We will not conduct our relationship online anymore. Come to me, or forever be lost to me.


Sir.

Her reply was almost immediate.

Master,You ARE my fantasy..I will come to You, I long to surrender to Your will, and meet in person.

The other details were set, the location, the time of day, what she would do when she arrived. She would receive one last message from him on the very day they would meet, containing the last details she would need to know.

Dress in black, a sheer lacy camisole, mid calf skirt, silk stockings and of course no panties.

He waited for her in the deepest shadows outside his home. As he knew, she appeared, dressed as he commanded her. She walked up to the door, hesitating for a mere second, before pushing it open and taking a step through.

He walked up behind her quietly. He stopped less than a pace behind her. He could smell her. The combination of sweat, excitement and her natural perfume mixed together to form an exciting aroma. The gentle play of the light off her hair made him think of strands of the most pure gold. He heard her breathing, she fought to control it as she became aware of him. He smiled at her reactions. They held such promise, promise he felt while they interacted online.

He leaned forward bring his mouth close to her ear. His hot breath caressed her neck, sending shivers down her back. The smell of her skin and hair were stronger, and he approved of her scent. Natural, feminine, alluring.

“Do not speak, or cum until you are given permission to do so. I am in a mood to indulge you my pet, but I will punish if you give me cause to do so.”

She nodded briefly, not trying to turn her head to see him. She was showing herself to be worthy.

“Once you enter My home there is no turning back.”

He took out the blindfold, and secured it over her eyes. The small intake of her breath again excited him further. She was now his, and he would enjoy her in ways she had not began to conceive of, and she would delight in every act.

His hand went up her back, under the clothing she was commanded to wear. Her skin was warm with the excitement of what she would experience at his hands that night. His other hand to hold of the golden strands as he stepped forward into her body. His erection strained against its confines as it sought to make contact with her body.

Adequately prepared, he led her deeper into the house, guiding her by steering her head, and controlling her speed by the pressure on her back. She made the barest whimpers when she turned her sharply as they traveled through his home. The only sounds that could be heard were the clicks of her heels on the floorboards as they walked. The house smelled clean with out the telltale odours of cleaning products.

He brought her to the back door, leading her down the stairs then pausing her there. He let her get a feel for where she was, before the next step of her life commenced.

As he guided her non too gently through his home, Lissa was distracted by the feel of his hand on her bare skin and the power of his other hand griping her long hair. To feel this man, her Master at last, caused her to tremble with anticipation. He stopped her at the bottom of a set of stairs, she waited, anxious to take her next steps into the unknown…..

Lissa could smell Magnolia blossoms on the breeze through the open door.

After giving her some time to contemplate where she was, he moved her to her destination. He took one of the manacles hanging from the tree branch and snapped it around her right wrist. He flinched at the noise of the cold metal closing around her warm wrist. His similarly snapped cold metal around her left wrist with the same loud snap. Each wrist was lifted up and attached to a clasp hanging below a branch. With a final check to ensure that her wrists were secured, he turned his attentions to her feet.

Each of her shoes was removed carefully, thrown off to one side. Then with a torturous light touch he slowly rolled off each of the stockings, managing to not touch her skin once as he took the stockings off, throwing them beside the shoes. He started the music he had on a MP3 player, it started softly, barely audible, but that would gradually reach normal audible levels when he needed it to. Everything was going as he planned it, as it should.

He took her left ankle, moving it to where the manacle awaited it, snapping it around her limb. Finally, her right ankle was secured. He stood, looking at her. She was in position, opened for him, readied for her first test. He stood still, letting his own heart calm down, syncing with the now audible tribal drum music playing in the background.

Lissa found herself in the open air, His garden? Were they alone, was anyone else watching? She could feel a tightening in the depths of her belly, fear or arousal she wasn’t sure!

Next He snapped a restraint around one wrist and then another as both were pulled up high above her head, spread apart and finally secured. She could feel a roughness on her tender palms, a tree?

He felt him removing her stockings barely touching her skin, skin which so badly craved his touch. He ended His ministrations by restraining her legs in a similar fashion. Lissa one found herself spread-eagled

She did not move, listening intently she became aware of music, the insistent tribal rhythmic beating of drums, growing louder until they surrounded and filled her senses.

She could feel the very strength of Him as He ripped away her camisole as if it were paper tissue dispensing with her skirt in a similar effortless manner. Lisa was exposed to His eyes, she waited afraid, would he reject her? She was not allowed to speak or voice her thoughts.

The warm breeze on her naked breasts, the incessant beating of the drums, the scent of Magnolia blossoms and her fear were like drugs to her senses.

For Lissa...... time stood still!

He stood still gazing upon the body of his slave. This was a body that had known all the joys of womanhood. Sex, pregnancy, childbirth and raising the child. Her breasts had known their primary biological function, as had her vagina. Her body carried mementos of those events, but they did not detract from her appeal, her desire. If anything, they added to it.

Here was a woman with experience, knowledge of herself. Knowledge enough to know she needed more, and he would give her what she needed. And in return, he would get what he desired.

His off hand quietly removed the instruments he would need from the cloth covered table near by. His right hand was laid on her throat, gently caressing the skin as it slid down toward her torso. Where his hand travelled, his mouth followed. She felt the brush of hair before the touch of his teeth as he nipped the sensitive places, drawing short intakes of breath from her. Her skin was warm, and he could smell her natural scent. She wore no perfume or other scents on her which pleased him greatly.

His right hand had reached her left breast, testing the firmness of it, feeling the warm skin under his palm as her excitement caused blood to flood the area. His mouth finally trailed down her chest, tasting her as he went, arriving at the crown of her breast. He sucked the nipple and areola into his mouth, letting the later escape as his teeth clamped down on the almost rock hard flesh of the nipple. He stretched to out, letting it snap back into place. It stood firm, tall, bright red and angry at the abuse it had suffered. He grabbed it between thumb and the edge of his forefinger, twisting it sharply.

As he let go, he transferred the needle to his right hand, and pierced her nipple with a clean, practiced motion. As the needle was being withdrawn, the small golden coloured ring was inserted and closed. Pausing to admire his handiwork, he took the ring in his teeth and gave it a little tug to ensure that it had been closed properly.

Her right breast was treated exactly the same as the left had been, right down to the admiration, and the check of the ring with his teeth.

His mouth continued down the valley between her breasts, the first signs of sweat adding a delightful tang to the taste of her. He was also becoming more aware of the aroma of her arousal. His left hand found what he needed next as he arrived at her navel. He kissed the area, licking the hollow, biting the skin near the rim before he drew forth the depressed skin into his mouth. With a slight pop he let it go, and pierced her again, securing a slightly different piercing there. A stylised cattle head with a ring trough it's nose covered her navel now.

His kisses continued down over the newly shaved mound until they found the dampened hiding place of her clit. His tongue finally tasted the nectar that was slowly flowing from within her. But his focus was on the small nub of flesh. His tongue found it, tracing around it and over it. He sucked it into his mouth and his teeth held it for a second before releasing it. He focused on her hood, biting, sucking, pulling with his teeth.

The needle passed through the hood followed by yet another ring. He heard her gasp, and a rather noticeable shudder rocked her body. He stood, grabbing the final ring which he cleanly attached to her nose through both nostrils just behind the tip of the nose.

He took a step back, looking at her enhanced form, pleased with what he saw.

Almost gently she felt His hands caress her throat, His teeth nipping at the soft pulse located there.

She felt the passion of His lips as they traveled slowly downwards following the movements of His practiced hands. He cupped her left breast as if weighing its worth as he squeezed and kneaded. He used his sharp teeth pulling roughly at her engorged nipple, his fingers twisting it to beyond the point of pain. Lissa arched her back slightly and whimpered at the unaccustomed pleasure pounding its way into her brain. She felt Him biting down hard, no not biting?

A needle was trust through her nipple quickly followed by what she could only imagine was a ring. His teeth pulled on the tiny ring, again her pleasure followed the pain, her heat building, primal in its intensity. He offered the same delicious pain pleasure to her right breast, and nothing had prepared Lissa for these exquisite sensations.

Just as she thought she could endure the twin torment of the pain pleasure hybrid no longer His lips traveled down the valley of her breasts to her belly button. She could feel His tongue probing His teeth biting, he seemed to be sucking her inside out, and she felt a needle plunging as she was pierced again. One final tweak with his teeth and He was moving downwards, she could feel the path of his lips and the trail of siliva left in their wake,alternating between hot and cold.

She shivered in anticipation as His tongue trailed over her shaved pussy finally touching its outer lips. She could feel how sopping wet she was and only hoped that He enjoyed the taste of her desire.His tongue moved round and round her sensitive nub, driving her crazy to beyond reason, His teeth biting sucking and stretching her. Once more she felt the now familiar pleasure of the needle as it passed through the hood of her clit, which was now claimed by yet another ring.

Oh god how Lissa wanted His cock deep inside her, filling, riping, possessing, making her scream, making her HIS! She wanted it NOW!

Abruptly He stopped, only to return to her face where He secured the final ring through her nose.

She could feel the intensity of His gaze, smell the earthy scent that was uniquely His, feel His breath on her face for an instant, before He moved away.

Breathing heavily, rivulets of sweat dripping down her needy body she eagerly awaited His pleasure.

He returned to the table, taking up the small bottle of oil he had prepared for this very night. He pulled out the stopper, and poured a small amount into his hand. He felt the oil start to warm the flesh of his palm. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the spicy aroma fill his nostrils. He ran his hand down her right leg, smearing the oil over her skin. But, starting at her ankle, he started to work the oil into her skin.

"Little one, this will help soothe you, protect your delicious skin and warm you up, inside and out."

He used his palm and fingertips to work the oil into her skin with firm circular motions. He worked from her ankle, massaging her calf and feeling the definition of the muscles underneath. Then his hands worked her thighs, his fingertips focused on the inner thighs. His oil soaked fingers brushed the outer layers of her swollen cunt, while his little finger tapped her eager clit, and tugged on the ring nearby.

He poured a little more oil on his hands and oiled and massaged her left leg. He loaded his hands with oil once more, then smeared oil over the front of her body. She flinched and moaned as his hands passed over her breasts, and over her navel. Starting low, this hands massaged the oil into her belly, and the sides, up to her ribs and back across under the swells of her breasts. He then massaged her breasts, the skin there eagerly absorbing the oil. He made sure that her erect nipples were suitably covered in oil, before moving up to her throat.

Her breathing was fast and heavy, her heartbeat was easily felt under his hand. He also felt how she moved to press her flesh into his hand. He smiled as he moved his hand back so he controlled the pressure, and the touch. He stepped behind her and rubbed the remaining oil into her back. He felt the tension within her muscles, and it took little effort on his part to remove it. Then his hands cupped her magnificent ass, massaging the oil into the firm flesh. With one hand, he massaged the oil deep into her ass. He moved his finger to the beat of the music, ensuring that the oil coated that passage well. As he prepared her, he reached to the table for the item he needed. He removed his finger, and while the muscle was loose and adjusted, he insert the butt plug.

"Be good, little one. Don't loose it."

Once more, he stood back, admiring his slave as he prepared for the next stage of his enjoyment of her.

Lissa waited in anticipation…

She didn’t have long to wait, gripping an ankle her Master whispered, "Little one, this will help soothe you, protect your delicious skin and warm you up, inside and out."

Lissa heard His voice as if through a long tunnel. She could feel Him massaging oil onto her skin, warming her flesh, awakening her nerve endings.

‘Delicious skin,’ this was exactly how her skin felt in this moment. His hands firmly messaged her right ankle, calf, the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She felt him probing briefly her greedy cunt, as he tapped a rhythm on her hyper sensitive clit. His fingers were driving her to the brink of insanity....

She imagined her tongue on His massive Cock engorged for her pleasure alone, she could feel His sensitive skin beneath her small teeth biting and teasing him, she could imagine the exquisite feel and taste of Him as she slowly sucked him in to the recesses of her hungry mouth.


Ouch! His tug on her clit ring brought her reluctantly back to the reality of the here and now, as He slowly traveled downwards to her other ankle.

He used both hands to massage her belly, breasts and throat, his hands never stopping, never ceasing in their glorious torment. She couldn’t tell where they were, where they stopped or where they lingered, his touch was a minefield of continual pleasure!

He was demanding a surrender He would not allow her to give.

She felt him behind her; his breath on her neck, massaging the taunt muscles of her back kneading her, meeting her need. He in absolute control

Cupping her buttocks, her ass cheeks spread wide, he messaged the oil deep within her ass with determined fingers, and Lissa thought she would die right then, His wicked fingers moving in and out to the rhythm of the ever present drum beat.

Suddenly through a haze of painful pleasure she felt a butt plug driven deep within her ass filling and expanding her!


“Don’t loose this little one”. He told her firmly.

Lissa didn’t feel like a, ‘little one’ She was a writhing mass of frenzied NEED!

Once more to the table he went, picking up the golden chain. He returned to her, watching her low writhing with the pleasure she had experienced so far. He snapped on end of the chain to her nose ring. He then fed the chain through her right nipple ring, then the navel ring, the clit ring, back through the navel ring, the left nipple ring then finally back to the nose ring when it was snapped in place.

After yet another trip to the table, he returned to his slave, and prepared her other passage for later events in the night. He rammed two fingers into her cunt, moving them powerfully into and out of her in time to the beats of the drums. The vibrator he had removed from the table was turned on and applied to her her clit as he continued his manual stimulation. He watched as she slowly started to loose control over her body.

When he had got her ready enough, he inserted the vibrator where his fingers had just been, securing the device in place with a few well placed straps. He watched the effect that all of his efforts were having on her, and he walked to the table to grab the whip.

Through her ever consuming need she heard a new sound, as she felt Him slip a chain through her nose ring, down through her right nipple ring, her belly ring, and her clit ring, up through her belly again, through her left nipple ring to end full circle at her nose. The chain felt cold and heavy against her fevered skin. Any slight movement on her part and she was in fact pleasuring herself. She tried to still her rapid breathing and trembling body, I must not cum, she thought.

Suddenly she felt His fingers rammed unexpectedly and roughly into her cunt lifting her upwards with the intensity of their force. In and out filling her, pounding her, becoming one with the incessant rhythmic drum beats, as at the same time, Sir, placed a vibrator on her clit teasing the ring he had placed there. Lissa could feel herself descending into madness. She felt the vibrator replacing his fingers which he then snugly strapped in place.

Oh the indescribable sensations! She knew that He was watching her helplessly loosing control, which only added to her pleasure!

She threw back her head in a silent scream, sending a chain reaction of pain and pleasure cascading trough her body to her clit.

Lissa begin to writhe as spasms of uncontrollable pleasure wracked her tortured body, causing it to do a primitive dance of lust, she felt as if she exploding from within.......

He looked mildly disappointed with her as his arm was readied to deliver her punishment for disobedience. His arm swung, the whip wrapping itself around her waist, embracing her within its long tendrils.

"Did I give you permission to come?" His voice was mild and even. "You have disobeyed me, you must suffer punishment."

Nine more blows he delivered across her body. He could tell that she was blurring between pleasure and pain, writhing due to both. Once the tenth blow was delivered, he placed the whip back on the table. He shed the robe he wore, standing naked as well, his erection completing as he approached her from behind. He watched her desperate attempts to lock down on the butt plug as she fought to control herself from cumming again.

He removed the plug without warning, only to fill her ass with his cock. He plunged it into her, burying it fully in her inviting body. He thrust into her rapidly, enjoying the sensation her body gave his. But he slowed himself down, matching the rhythm of the drum beats, the slaps of his hips on her ass added sounds of the drum beats drifting across the garden.

His hand enmeshed in her hair, he pulled her head back slightly, enough to start the chain tugging her rings. "You may cum now, pet." He pulled her head back further, kissing her through the chain, his tongue running rampant through her mouth as he felt her cum...

Whoosh, she felt the whip descend, wrapping around her waist in a lovers caress as again and again he lowered it Her traitorous body craved its touch, she could feel each lash caressing her breasts, belly and sopping vibrating cunt. Oh, what delicious punishment. She hardly knew where the pain ended and the pleasure began, all she knew is that she MUST not cum again.

Lissa’s ass clenched on her butt plug, longing to squeeze her thighs together, afraid to move her head, she could feel her sanity blur and dissolve. Just as she thought all reason would leave her the punishment stopped.

Sir, removed the butt plug and replaced it with his huge rampant cock. No lovers caress this time as He plunged it savagely to its hilt almost dislodging the strapped vibrator from her throbbing cunt in the process. As he slowed his thrusts she could feel his hand entwining in her long hair as he tipped her head slightly backwards. “You may cum, my pet’.

And cum she did, such an inadequate word to describe the experience. A complete and utter relinquish of control. Lissa felt like her body was exploding into a thousand small, exotic, greedy pieces each vying for a place in her universe, each hypnotically and brazenly dancing to the insistent rhythm of the drums, each striving to become one with the stars.

At that moment she could have been turned upside down and she would have drowned in the river flowing from her own cunt, a dam released. There seemed to be no cessation of her cycle of pain and pleasure, the smell of Magnolias, the taste of Him, the smell of her.

She felt as if she had no beginning, no end, His huge body enveloped her as if they were one being! She was dying and being reborn all at the same time and was content. He slowly removed his cock and she was freed from the vibrator, His kisses stilling into those of a lover.

Kneeling before Lissa Her Master drank deeply and leisurely from her cunt, His cunt, before he released her bonds and she fell in a spent exhausted heap at His feet.

The drum beats stopped......

She could sense Him leaning over her as He whispered, “Good girl.” She had pleased her Master! “Now you will pleasure Me fully!” His voice changed as he fired out her new instructions.

“Kneel before me; sit back on your heels, knees spread, back straight, shoulders back, and hands resting palms up in your thighs.”

Lissa knelt in anticipation of what would now be required of her.

He placed a collar around her slender neck. She could feel the coolness of polished steel as he snapped it closed.

The click was final.

He removed her blind fold. “Look up at me,” He instructed. Slowly she raised her eyes to see her beloved Master for the very first time.

She dazedly looked up into His eyes and saw herself reflected there, and she found that she was indeed beautiful.

A willing slave ready to serve her Master, cherished for all time, kurious one was complete…

Ooc: Is this the end of the story or just the beginning…….

Is this the end of the story or just the beginning?


It appears that this is the beginning

Tio Narratore will be guiding Kurious one on the remainder of her journey into the unknown.


Soul Mate

We met but once as though by chance,
we didn't date, or did we dance.
We looked into each other's eyes
without deception or disguise.
A silent message passed between
your hungry heart was plainly seen.
You saw desire I could not hide,
you looked at me and saw inside.

How could a glance have said so much,
and cause a chill without a touch?
What was that chemistry that night,
that promised what we felt was right?
What satisfaction we'd have missed,
If we had not reached out and kissed.
I do not know if it was you,
or was it I who said, "Let's do."
But on that night our souls were bare
as surely as our bodies there.

Our bodies moved in harmony,
I couldn't tell the you from me.
And locked in passion as we were,
my sense of time began to blur.
I must have known you from before,
how else could you have reached my core?
In life perhaps before this one
what had we shared? What had we done?
With what I felt, emotions vast,
I must have loved you in the past.

But now we go our separate ways,
to different lives throughout our days.
I keep you though within my dreams,
Eternal soul mate, so it seems.

Robert W. Birch

I sincerely hope that you continue to be a part of kurious one's journey of discovery.

Her Master looked on her, kneeling so straight, so beautiful, scarlet drops of blood edging each of her new piercings, and his cock swelled with renewed passion. He stepped towards her, his feet straddling her rigid legs, and his glans, still dripping with his cum and coated with the taste of her ass, pulsing within an inch of his slaves lips. He reached down to the right, and caught up the length of chain that ran from her left nipple to her septum. He turned it twice round his shaft, close to the base, leaving the chain to pull a her tit upward and draw a few more drops of blood from her. The same, now, on the other side, and he stood bolt upright, pulling even harder on her bruised nipples.

“Now, little one,” he said as he stepped a bit closer, bringing the tip of his cock to within a hair’s breadth of her trembling lips, “hold your pose while you yield to me all the pleasure within you.”

He stood steady then, his mind avidly anticipating her lips and tongue caressing him, knowing each kiss, each stroke, each strained suck on his cock would tear at her tits, and knowing also that she would revel in the pain as she gave him his pleasure.

This was the very first time she was seeing her Master and she was not disappointed….

Older….Yes!
Handsome…. most defiantly!
Keeper of her heart….one hundred percent!

As Kurious one looked upon her Master... looking at her, she could see the evidence of his renewed passion and it pleased her greatly. When he moved to straddle her legs it took every ounce of her control to maintain her position, especially as his turgid manhood was merely inches from her face.

This was the first time she had seen her Master and he exuded an aura of raw sensuality and dominance and to be so close to his cock was both overwhelming and daunting and she very much wanted to taste him! He… it looked dangerous like some slumbering animal just awakened and ready to pounce; pulsating dripping, alive! The smell emancipating from him was a combination of both him and her and was intoxicating to her already heightened senses. His raw sensuality both frightened and enticed her.

She couldn’t believe it when he picked up the length of chain from her right breast tugging on her sensitive nipple as her wrapped it around his shaft, causing a pain pleasure combination that rocketed its way directly to her clit. He gave the same treatment to her left breast and by the time he was finished she had a gushing river between her legs. His “hold your pose while you yield to me all the pleasure within you.” as he moved a step closer to her mouth made the, hold your pose, almost nigh impossible to do.

This would be the first time she had tasted of her Master in fact any man in this manner and she was worried that she would fail. She had of course read of the many techniques and it was with anxious anticipation that she would try them on her Master.

His cock looked magnificent adorned as it was!
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The fact that its neck was encircled by a golden collar did nothing to make her think that the beast was tamed or would remain so…

Any big movement on her part would bring her pain which she would quickly convert to pleasure, but would her Master if she brought him pain? For the chain would also tighten around the base of his sensitive cock!

Looking up with frightened eyes into those of her Master she gave a whispered plea. “Master!” before lowering her gaze to fix it firmly on her assigned task.

She trusted her…….with that thought she placed the tip of her mouth gently on the head of his cock, withdrawing it just as quickly!

Oh! she gasped, registering a multitude of sensations. The velvet softness hid an interior of pure steel, it was hot seeming to brand her lips, he tasted of some forbidden delicacy one which she found she wanted more of!

Returning her mouth once more she used her tongue to lap up some of the nectar from around its soft smooth head. One small pearl poised on its very tip held her attention as it shimmered calling out her name, in an instant it was caught by the tip of her tongue to be tasted and analyzed…yummy, she thought returning her mouth.

Inch by inch she slowly sucked him into her mouth being careful to maintain her posture and dearly wishing she could use her hands. All the while she watched her Master for signs of his arousal or displeasure. When she felt his cockhead at the entrance of her throat she withdrew again trailing her tongue on the underside of his shaft as she did so. Kurious repeated this motion several times becoming bolder with each stroke varying the pressure and speed at which she did it. All the while her Master had remained motionless though his breathing was a sure indicator that he was in fact enjoying her tentative exploration or so she hoped!

With every slow motion of her mouth wrapped around his cock she would feel the steady insidious pull on her nipple rings maintaining her arousal at a steady boil but Kurious one was afraid to speed up in case she hurt him!

She did however try a new technique; the next time the tip of his cock encountered the back of her esophagus, she took a deep breath and swallowed allowing it to slide past the barrier and deep into her hungry maw! She felt the smell and indentations of the golden chain pressing into her nose and the girth of him blocking her airway and for a brief instant almost panicked; kept from the brink by the threat of the torturous chains which bound her to him! Again and again she pulled him in as deep as she could speeding up as much as she dared, wondering if he would ever release and give her the gift of his wondrous seed.

Kurious one was on the brink of orgasm herself she could feel tiny tremors vibrating in every square inch of her supple form. The effort of maintaining her position and total control over her actions was finally taking their toll, until she could stand the burden no more, she pulled him a final time into her throat and started contracting her muscles around his shaft in earnest devotion!

Looking deep into her Masters eyes she silently implored him to do something….. To end her torment!

The Master held himself firm as he savored the sensations that came from the girl’s mouth. Each draw on his swollen cock pulled on the chains, twitching him within her mouth and twitching her mouth on him in response to every twinge of pain in her nipples. His eyes were riveted on her, on the strict stiffness of her pose, a stiffness emphasized by the bounce of her hair as her head bobbed up an down his shaft. Her poise and her intensity told him that he had chosen properly in taking her as his slave.

He abandoned himself to her, now, trusting her with the pleasure of his own chained organ, and delighting in her discovery of her own abilities. He had to brace his own knees as she swallowed him into her esophagus; the tremulous contractions of her throat almost burst his distended glans, and he stifled a moan of pleasure that rose from the depths of his groin. Each release of her grip only intensified the pleasure of the next swallow until he could hold himself no more. His fingers drove deep into her hair, seizing her head and drawing it tight against him as he looked intently down into her imploring eyes. His cock pushed far into her throat, holding her breathless as the first bleb of cum pulsed upwards through his urethra to erupt into her gullet. And wherever her body touched him - hands, cock, legs - he felt the shuddering of her own orgasm against its restraint.

His fingers tightened their grip on her head, twirling in her hair to tug at its roots and pulling her even tighter against him, pressing her tits on his thighs and straining her nipples at their piercings. A second bleb burst into her throat, hotter and fuller than the first, and he whispered to her “Cum, little one, cum from your pussy on through the ends of your limbs.” And again and again the Master himself came, filling her with his seed.

When he was drained, he pulled her head from his cock and smiled lightly at her, at her lips, swollen and bruised from his thrusts into her mouth, at her tits, stretched out by the chains still around his cock and fresh drops of blood pooling from the pierces, and at the whole of her body, still quivering in aftershocks of her orgasm. He unlooped the chains and stepped back, still admiring her, then ordered her to rise as he led her upwards by the chains. She stood bolt upright in front of him now, and he drew her towards him by the chains to kiss her. His lips pressed hard and hot against hers, and he drew her lower lips between his teeth. A quick, sharp bite, and he resumed the kiss, sucking a sweet drop of scarlet liquid from her mouth.

“Girl, you may rest, now,” he said as he released her chains, “your journey has just begun, and, I assure you, it will be very arduous.”

As she felt his hot liquid course down her throat she wanted to ease him out and feel it, to taste the fluids of her Master filling her mouth before gulping his life force down into her belly to feed and nourish her!

That was not to be, he her held her fast against him, his strong hand wound in her long tresses; she could feel their strong tug right down to her very roots. Kurious felt that she was melded to him, flesh of his flesh and she loved the feeling of almost being one with him. She was at peace sliding into a feeling of supreme lassitude until his words, “Cum, little one, cum from your pussy on through the ends of your limbs.” Sent a jolt of electricity racing through her body raising up from her pussy to jolt out of the top of her head almost dislodging his hand as it did so. She shuddered and bucked;as if with a will of its own, her body determined to be meld further within him, it strained closer to his burning searing flesh! Her orgasm exploded out of her slender form using every cell as its escape route, to push its insidious determined path into the enjoining cells of the very male body pressed to hers. Soon they were being both embraced by the aftershocks which had ensnared them both.....making them finally one!

As he freed her from the chains that bound her to him for the briefest of instances she felt bereft as he guided her upwards to stand before him; until she felt his soul stealing lips on hers devouring her once more……

A small bite on her lower lip and she was branded his…

During their long nights of play before they had ever met she had dreamed of such a kiss. It was him now that seemed to be sucking her flesh her... will.. her all, deep into the pure male totality of him. Her legs felt that they would hold her upright her no more and she leaned on the strength supporting and protecting her. She felt so frail and fragile in his arms and so complete; his Yang to her Yin…perfect!

“Girl, you may rest, now,” he said as he released her chains, “your journey has just begun, and, I assure you, it will be very arduous.”

Kurious shivered at his words. Looking at him, fingering the newly placed collar at her delicate throat, while adoring him with her eyes she knew that she trusted him to lead her through such a journey, arduous or not; she had not a single doubt!

“Master perhaps if it pleases you; a bath please, a place to lay my head?” she demurely lowered her eyes to await his answer, hoping that she would be allowed to rest within the circle of his captive arms….

“More than a bath, girl,” he said softly to his slave, “your new piercings also need cleansing and care.”


He leaned over her, taking hold of the two strands of gold chain beneath her breasts and drawing them together. As he pulled, her breasts were also drawn together and her nose pulled downward. With her chin on her chest, her Master lifted the chain, tugging on the still-swollen hood of her clit, and brought her back to her feet.

He paused once she was standing and admired his little slave. Her tits were tight against each other, and the pull on the chain had brought fresh drops of blood to her nipples. He bent again, this time to lick the scarlet fluid tenderly from her areolae, and as he stood back up, he kissed the top of her down-turned head. A tug forward now, strong enough to throw her off balance, and he led her to the bath.

The room was large and completely tiled. Toilet and bidet stood to one side, a glass lavabo on a vanity beside them. A large Jacuzzi tub was centered in a tiled platform against another wall. The third wall formed one side of a glass-walled shower ample enough for a half-dozen bathers. A few cushioned chairs and matching divan completed the fittings of the salle de bain. A broad window, high up on the tub wall, was open, and the scent of Magnolia wafted in on the night breeze.

The Master led his little one first to the toilet. “Sit and empty yourself,” he ordered, and when she had done so he lifted the chain again and led her to the bidet where the warm water cleansed her bottom.

Up again, and to the vanity, where he retrieved cotton balls and a bottle of alcohol. Her nose first, where her ring had drawn blood, felt the light sting of the alcohol on its wound, and, when it was clean, his attention moved to her navel. Her clitoral hood ring followed, and then her nipple rings. At each of those, he carefully removed the ring and daubed and rubbed the piercing with alcohol until it was clean of all traces of blood. Then he tugged on each wound to open it slightly, daubing more alcohol to ensure it was disinfected. As he was satisfied with each, he drove the ring back into its hole, relishing each as he did its first insertion.

To the shower now, and he adjusted the water before removing the hose from its rack. He made the flow strong and hot, and directed it first at his slave’s feet.

“Stand where you are!” he snapped as she recoiled from the jet of water; “Only move when I tell you.”

He worked his way upwards to her knee and then told her to turn. Her heels and calves were jet-washed next, and he had her turn again. From knees to thighs next, and he ordered her to turn again while he washed the back of her thighs.

“Spread your legs! Wide!” and he ran the jet up the insides of her thighs from behind. He lingered washing her buttocks, now, enjoying the play of the water jet on their shape. “Now your cheeks,” and, as she opened her cheeks, he directed the jet right onto her little red pucker. “Bend over!” was his next command, and now the jet of water pressed hard against her asshole, forcing it open and thoroughly cleansing her. He lowered his aim, then, and the jet crashed against her slit, driving itself between her labia, and flooding her cunt with its cleansing heat.

“Stand!” was next, and as she resumed her upright stance, he washed her back clean with the hose.

“Turn!” and now the jet blasted her front, tossing her tits from side. Her Master played with the hose, directing it from left to right and top to bottom just to make her breasts dance for his pleasure.

Her bowed head was towards him, and he finished by jet washing her head, hair, and face.

Out of the shower, now, and into the night breeze; he left her to stand while he prepared the bath. He led her into the tub and then joined her himself, cradling her in his arms.

“You’ve been good tonight; I’ve only had to punish you once. You can have this bath as a treat.”

He kept one arm around her shoulders while he caressed her with his other hand, letting it roam freely and unconsciously over her, exploring every inch of her flesh. His hand finally settled between her legs as they lounged in the warm, bubbling tub, and his fingers toyed inside her cunt, stroking her sweet spot in all directions, while his thumb played with her clit, alternately massaging it gently and pushing it roughly against the pull of the chain through its ring.

“More than a bath, girl,” he said softly to his slave, “your new piercing also need cleansing and care.”

She didn’t feel cared for as he pulled her breasts together forcing her head down as he brought her to her feet fresh pain mingling with the remnants of her passion. His hot breath on her sensitive areola as his tongue scooped the twin scarlet drops of blood and his kiss to the top of her head, gave her hope but for an instant before he roughly tugged her to her feet.

Kurious saw nothing of the room into which she was lead; she felt the cold tile under her feet and could smell the seductive scent of magnolia blossoms wafting from the garden as a sense of dread began to invade her brain. The insidious feelings grew as he pushed her to the toilet. “Sit and empty yourself,” he ordered, Kurious complied and it was with the utmost difficulty that she forced herself to pee with him watching her. If she felt humiliated then, it was nothing compared to the shower that was to follow, and would effectively strip her of the last remnants of who she had been! But first he cleansed and disinfected her piercings, treating her as if she were an animal under his care, uncaring of the almost blistering pain he caused her.

Finished he pushed his new acquisition into the shower before directing a hot and forceful jet at her feet. She had been prepared for a shower and the unexpected blast had her staggering back wards, “Stand where you are!” “Only move when I tell you.” The chill of his words effectively held her immobile as she ranged the hose up her quaking form, instructing her in intervals to turn. By the time he had reached her thighs and told her to spread her legs Kurious was slowly zoning out, tears falling freely from her eyes to mingle with the water and run together with her naive dreams down the drain to disappear forever! The feel of his methodical hands on her flesh as he washed her made her want to cringe and when he ordered her to bend over and spread her cheeks and she felt the vile hose pressed against her anus she started to howl her fear, a low mournful sound; why was her doing this to her? Even her anguish was embraced and carried away by the rushing of the virulent spray.She felt like her insides would explode and she wanted to vomit, but was afraid to do so.

Not done yet her sex was next but by then Kurious felt nothing she was numb with fear.

Nothing, when her cleansed her back, nothing when he aimed the unforgiving spray on her sensitive breasts, each pass was like a punch unnoticed and unwelcome!

When he was almost finished and she truly had hoped he was, he washed her waist long hair. Kurious, head bowed watched as the water drip dripped from her thick wavy hair as each perfect drop joined its sisters merrily dancing down the drain. Idly as he washed her neck and face she thought, not even soap? he’ll have to cut the tangles form my hair, she felt hysteria rising at the thought and pushed it down!

Finished he left her shivering as he prepared a bath, her eyes widened as she peeked from beneath her lashes wondering what he would do to her there.

Nothing in their shared online experiences had prepared her for the reality of what she had just experienced. Her romantic notions of what it would mean to be his pet...his slave, had shattered like an exquisite long stemmed crystal vase that had come into contact with a cold ceramic floor.“your journey has just begun, and, I assure you, it will be very arduous.” she shivered remembering his softly spoken words. This stranger was an unknown entity, the big bad wolf who had emerged from his sheep's clothing and she was so confused; no fairy story this but the harsh reality of her precarious situation.

“You’ve been good tonight; I’ve only had to punish you once. You can have this bath as a treat.”

She had been good? Her brutal cleansing hadn’t been punishment? she shivered; with no frame of reference to draw upon she couldn’t call forth an image of what punishment would look like if he were to mete it out!

He was a stranger, the bogey man come out to play, and she so was afraid!

She sank down beside him in the soothing bubbles. He kept one arm around her shoulders and she fought to remain compliant in his arms, wishing she could return to the sanctity of her bedroom, knowing she could not, for she had freely chosen…Him!

As he began to softly caress her flesh she waited in fear for what might follow her eyes squished closed. His practiced fingers settled between her long legs to probe and massage and finally to settle on her clit alternately massaging it gently and pushing it roughly against the pull of the chain through its ring. The feelings in her groin were beginning to build pushing back her dread and fears, as her traitorous body started to respond.

This was her new life! She thought she trusted him to lead her through such a journey, arduous or not.

She had not had a single doubt, until this moment……


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Her Master felt her doubts settling over her and was pleased with it. He was fond of her, but he had to be hard if he was to make her a true slave. He was tempted to comfort her, to cradle her in his arms, but then how we she learn to disregard her own feelings. No, she had to be torn, emotionally and physically, until she gave her self fully, lost all sense of her own self, and became but an object for her Master’s pleasures.

He now felt her fears yielding to wanton sex as his fingers continued to tax her clitoris, her pain was intensifying her pleasure, and it would serve her well to be taken to the point of orgasm. His play became more intense now, faster and harder in massaging her nerve-tensed clit and in yanking roughly on its chain. At the moment her body began to quiver in the first throws of orgasm, he let her drop from his arms into the tub, where she lie trembling on her back, unable to cum and unable to retreat from it.

He watched her twist and turn a few moments, and then stood, placing his foot on her mound. He pinned her, holding her, immobile, as he slid the callused sole of his foot roughly up and down over her pussy, driving her to orgasm, and only stopping after her body had ceased its convulsions.

Now he bent over her and lifted her limp form from the bath only to dump her, belly down, over the dressing stool. He hoped she was too worn from it all to have any strength, any feelings left so he could take his pleasure with no regard for her at all. He squatted behind her upraised ass and rammed his stiffened cock mercilessly into her puckered hole, stretching and tearing it as he drove in up to his root. Out again, then, and in again, taking pleasure in the tightness of it as it stretched around his swollen mushroom cap. Though he wanted her to lie limp while he took her, it mattered not to him now if she felt anything; she was his to do with as he would, and he did. Over and over his cock broke through her ass until his whole body stiffened and spewed his load deep in her gut.

His last drops spent, her belly filled with his pleasure, he pulled his cock from her and ran his hand over her back as he stood.

“Good girl,” he said quietly, “very good. Now it’s time for some rest.”

He lifted her tenderly this time, one arms around her shoulders, the other cradling the crook of her knees, and carried her up to his room. He laid her gently on the bed, and laid down beside her, enveloping her in his arms.

“Yes,” he whispered into her ear, “very good. Tonight you may sleep with me.” As he drifted off, he unconsciously hooked his own foot around hers and drew her closer to himself.

Kurious could feel the tension building deep within her belly, pain and pleasure becoming bedfellows; damn she wanted the wicked chain gone, the clit ring gone, her mind gone as she was unwillingly claimed by the delirium of her base desires, his calloused foot atop her mons only serving to inflame her further as she descended in to an abyss so deep so deprived it seemed to claim her very soul!

Dumped like some unwanted garbage across a foot stool she felt as if she had descended into the pits of hell as she felt his huge cock rammed into her unprepared ass. As he took his pleasure uncaring of the lump of flesh beneath him, she was bereft; unable to muster up even a whimper nor a protest in her bleak despair!

He emptied his load deep within her bowls and whispered, “Good girl,”

Kurious barely heard him or was aware as he gently carried her and laid her on his bed to envelope her in his arms. His breathing slowed as he unconsciously hooked his own foot around hers and drew her closer to himself.

His cherished slave was huddled naked and in despair in a corner of a dank and cold cell shivering and alone…….