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I went through to the bathroom, and stopped in shock as I caught my reflection in the mirror. I was painted with cum, all over my face, hair, neck and tits!! I looked like someone out of a porn movie!! I stared at myself for a few moments, feeling strange, somehow.

I reached in the large shower, and Sir had not been exaggerating when he had said it was a double. It was huge, the biggest I'd seen. I switched on the water, and after a few moments, it warmed enough, and I stood in, throwing my head back and letting the water cascade down over me. The shower was well stocked with a good range of quality products, shampoo, conditioner, shower gel and the like, and I helped myself to copious quantites of all. Soon I was clean, and smelling sweet, and the hot water was heating me through to my bones, removing any and all remnants of the cold rain.

I fiddled with the controls, and discovered that aside from the rainforrest shower head, there was also a number of body jet, and I was entertaining myself with those when Sir entered the bathroom.
 
I stood for a moment or two, watching Ciara, regardless of any fears that she might have had earlier, she was now completely relaxed. And I guessed that she had been playing the body jets on her tits and pussy. I say that becaus eof the look on her face, and her eyes, which were smiling.

I moved to where she stood, and set the shower to normal, standing under the jets of water, and soaking my skin. Then I soaped myself, which took a while due to the oil, and all the time, she watched. It would have been easy to order her to wash me, and in time I would, but for now, I wanted her to watch.

I shut the water off, and started soaping my body, binging up the suds o my chest and sides, everywhere that needed washing, I soaped. I took very great care soaping my now hard cock, and my balls, doing it slowly, as her eyes followed my every move.

I turned the shower back on, at a very low pressure, to rinse the soap off my hands, and then I moved to her. Taking her face in my hands, I kissed her, and pressed my soapy body to hers. I held her to me, feeling her slip against me, her tits on my chest. My cock against her thigh, it was incredibly erotic, and I ran my hand underneath her, letting a finger insert deep into her pussy, before looking at her.

Exraxting my finger slowly, I spoke to her.

"Now pet, you may wash Sir, and then, you may rinse him off."
 
I looked at him for a moment, wondering how to go about what he wanted, and then I smiled as inspiration struck.

I used my breasts and rubed against him, using them to move the soap around his body and I shimmied up and down over his body, from his chest down, and then up his legs, and over his back. I repeated this over and over, until all the suds had rinsed, then I lathered my hands, and took his cock in my hands, pulling gently on it, hand over hand, over hand, before I rinsed him off completely.

I went to his back, and massaged all the muscles, from his shoulder, to his glutes, to his thighs, and then I circled in front of him, and worked his calves upwards, finishing with his pecs, and then working my way down each of his arms.

I looked up. "How am I doing?" I asked, not entirely sure what I should do next.
 
"How am I doing?"

Doing? She was doing fucking wonderful, my cock once more was like an iron girder.

I took hold of her hands, and placed them on my neck, before backing her up against the wall. I was almost breathless, as I spoke.

"You are doing good, Now. Lift your self up"

As she came up, my hand was underneath her, holding my cock ready.

"Now down pet, nice and easy"

The head of my cock slowly pushed its way between her pussy lips, and she slowlt settled onto me, gripping my shaft. My hands were under her hips, lifting, and lowering, filling her cunt, stretching it as we fucked, and my ardour grew. It felt so good to be inside a hot woman again, a woman who understood, and gave it all.
I kissed her, and then kissed her neck, I wanted more though much more.
I lifted her off me, and eased her down. My voice husky now.

"Bend over, hold the shower pipe, both hands,"

Her pussy looked so good now, open, and inviting, and I accepted the invitation. Sliding my cock in deep and holding her hips.

"Hold on, and dont let go"

That was all I said, for now I had a mission, to fuck her, hard and fast, and to make her cum for me.
 
Although I was only 110 lbs, I was impressed by the ease with which he lifted me, loweing me onto his hard cock, and I moaned loudly as it filled me, stretching me, making me feel every hard inch, every contour of him.

He lifted and lowered me, and I watched fascinated as his biceps and pecs bunched and relaxed. I was pleased with his praise, basking in it still, and enjoying the new terms being applied to me - pet, rather than slut!

Then I bent, as instructed, my hips to him, and I cried out as he gripped me firmly and thrust in, moving hard and fast, over and over, pumping me, the wet, sloshy sounds heard over the noise of the shower, as they mingled with my own cries.

I felt it build within me, a tightening, my pleasure building, spirling, becoming more and more intense, and then, with a scream, I arched my back sharply, throwing back my head, as my body clenched hard on the invading cock, before coating it with my hot cream.
 
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

She came hard, and as she threw her head back, I took hold of her hair.
Stretching her neck, as my cock powered in. This was what I wanted, what I needed.
Her beautifully wet fluid cunt was bathing my cock now, anointing him with her honey. I eased back, I wanted her to see me, to see me when I came.
To see the joy, and the pain, on Sirs face as he filled his pet with his gift.

"You can let go now, lean back on the wall, and I will finish off standing up, inside you,"

I went to her, lifting her right leg, and hooking it over my elbow.
My cock went in, deep, and she moaned, as I started to move, feeling her grip my cock, and suck on it, as her own fluids leaked free.

"Look into my eyes, see me cum, and you will know. you will know why you are here."

Now I was roaring, drinving my cock up, and deep, my eyes and my mind on fire.
I could wait no longer, crying out as it happened, screaming at pet,

"CUM WITH ME NOWWWWWWW."
 
The tile was cool on my back as I pressed against it, and Sir opened me, and thrust in, filling me to capactiy. He hooked my thigh over his arm, and began to pump me wth enthuasiam. I moaned, and writhed, and knew that I was close to another climax.

"Look into my eyes, see me cum, and you will know. you will know why you are here."

I looked into his eyes, not exactly sure what it was I was supposed to be seeing. I was focussed on my own impending orgasm, and nothing else mattered in that moment.

He thrust frantically, everytime driving me up the wall a little, as he took me hard and fast, and I stared into his eyes, as his pubic area ground agaisnt my engorged clit, making me scream once more, and in that instance I knew, or I thought I did, as I looked deep into his eyes, into his soul, and saw a need that matched my own, a need that now rode me hard, one, of which, I had been, until very recently, completely unaware.

I saw my own need reflected, for as much as I found myself needing to submit, he needed to dominate me.
 
The relief struck home like an arrow, I had been as taut as the bowstring on an English longbow. All of my own doing of course, due to my self enforced abstentions of recent days. And now I was alive again, and she had served her initial purpose, and now I could begin to use her, in the way that I had always intended to.

"You may sit and wait until I am done."

Switching the shower back on, I washed my cock again, removing all traces of our combined cum. When the silence returned, and I had put on my black robe, I spoke to her.

"What has happened so far this evening, has cleansed me, and now, it begins.

You will wash, dry yourself, and wear the short red silk robe. After which you will present yourself to me in the main room. Unless specifically instructed to do otherwise, you will keep your eyes lowered. This evening you will sleep in the guest room, alone, tomorrow night, if you have pleased Sir, you may, and it is only may, have the chance to share Sir`s bed for the night. Your room is accessed via the door opposite Sir`s room. If you have time, you may peruse the sparse facilities in there. I will expect you in the main room, in 20 minutes time from now, do not be late.
"
 
Aha, things were changing! Just as I thought I had my head around it, had an understanding of where this was going, he changed it up.

I turned the shower back on and scrubbed myself, head to toe, making sure that I was spotlessly clean. My sex, I paid particular attention to, recalling his insinuation that he would go down on me.

The shower was luxurious, and I spent longer than I needed, longer than I should have, and when I reluctantly turned it off, and towelled myself dry, I had only enough time to don the red robe, belt it, and run out to the living room.

I didn't see where I was supposed to be, so I threw a cushion on the floor, and knelt on that, thinking that was pretty good, and I looked around the room, searching for Sir, but not seeing him, before I recalled the instruction to keep my eyes lowered.
 
Standing in the kitchen, I heard her return to the main room, and I returned, carrying the plate with the grapes on it, that I had just retrieved from the fridge.
She was at on a cushion, and had her eyes lowered when I entered.

I sat on my chair, and looked down at her, the robe was, as I knew, very short, had she been stood, it would not have covered her sex, which was perfection. I ate a grape, and then another, as I thought about the following day.

"It is almost One AM now, and we will retire for the night soon. In the morning, you will awaken Sir at 7.30, in a suitable manner, and then you will have breakfast ready for Sir at 8.30."

She moved her head as if to start speaking, and looking at me.

"NO, you will only speak in answer to a direct question, also, you will not cum again this weekend, unless that is, I specifically cammand it. This is not optional, it will happen. And as I said, you will sleep alone, but do not think that I will not know if you cum in the guestroom. I know everything that happens in my cabin pet, everything."

I ate another grape, while watching her, and my eyes were again drawn to her pussy. And I could almost see a beautiful green grape, slipping between her lips

"Come stand at the side of me, with your feet apart, like a whore, Sir wishes to feed you grapes, for Sir is now a little peckish."
 
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I listened to the list of orders - wake him at 7.30, breakfast at 8.30 and I wondered if I had an alarm clock at my disposal, as I had had little enough sleep over the past few days.

I would manage, I would work something out. I opened my mouth to ask a question, but I was cut off before I could express myself.

"NO, you will only speak in answer to a direct question
,

Well that was pretty direct!! Up at 7.30, breakfast at 8.30, eyes lowered, and not speaking unless asked a question. I was trying to remember everything, and I repeated it mantra like, in my mind.

"You will not cum again this weekend, unless that is, I specifically cammand it. This is not optional, it will happen. And as I said, you will sleep alone, but do not think that I will not know if you cum in the guestroom. I know everything that happens in my cabin pet, everything."



I was dubious about how he would possibly know, but I nodded, and thought the lowered eye thing was good, because I'm not a good liar, but once I dont have to look someone in the eye, I'm elevated from terrible liar, to passable liar!

"Come stand at the side of me, with your feet apart, like a whore, Sir wishes to feed you grapes, for Sir is now a little peckish."

I stood and went and stood in the assigned spot, my feet a little apart, as instructed, and I visualised myself peeling grapes like the Roman slaves, feeding them to their masters! I began to giggle a little, before I got a grip on myself.
 
She seemed to find something funny, and started to giggle, mistake number one slut, for which you will pay, was the innediate thought that entered my mind

Taking hold of a grape, I reached out, my hand underneath her pussy, and I held it against her lips, moving it slightly back and forth, I felt the shudder, and heard the involuntary gasp as the cold fruit touched her lips.
A smile from me, before slipping the fruit into my mouth, and devouring it. That at least, had stopped the giggling fit. I did it again, pressing harder this time, and parting her lips, before eating the grape. It had been a while since I had sampled my favourite red grape and wet cunt fruit cocktail.
I looked at her, she was still looking down, and averting her eyes, even so, she had transgressed.

I held two pieces of fruit in my hand, and slowly pushed them, one by one, inside her, watching as her lips almost snapped shut behind them. And wondering how it felt, the cold fruit, against her hot inner walls. But enough of my musing, it was time for retribution. I moved to the couch, adjusting my robe to accomodate my hardening cock, I spoke.

"You will giggle whore, when I say that you can, and not of your own volition. Open your robe, come to the couch, and lay across my lap, face down,"
 
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I recalled an earlier time when a boyfriend had teased me with an ice cube, and I had not enjoyed it one bit!! The cold grape rolling next to my clit was enough to shut me up! The second time was no better, worse in fact, as Sir kept it there longer.

But nothing prepared me for when he inserted the cold grapes up inside my heated cunt, the cold feeling almost like pain. I shivered, managing to stay the cry on my lips, as I shuddered, chilled from my core out.

I gasped, taken aback that I was evidently about to be spanked! I hesitated only a moment, however, loathe to inadvertently anger him further. My bare ass was exposed, upturned, and I could suddenly see myself in this humiliating position, in my minds eye, and I felt my eyes flood with unsure tears, and I anticipated what was to come.

I knew I shouldn't but I could not stop myself from pleading.

"Sir, please don't spank me! I didn't mean to giggle and I promise I won't again!"
 

"Sir, please don't spank me! I didn't mean to giggle and I promise I won't again!"



I had seen the fear and the trepidation on her face. It was not just the spanking, she did not like the cold fruit either. Under normal circumstances, with a whore, I would have spanked her hard, after all, she would expect to earn her money. But Ciara was different, she was neither a whore nor a sub, not officially anyway, not yet. Nor did she have a safe word, which was neglect on my part.

" Spread your legs a little."

It would be punishment enough to let her think that she was about to be spanked.
I ran my hand over her ass cheek, squeezing,and massaging, before I lifted it a little, and then I caressed her other cheek also, she was jumpy, but quiet. I slid my hand down, between her thighs, and over her pussy, my finger delving inside to hook a grape, and ease it out.

I sucked on the grape, and also my fingers, while she wriggled beneath me, I fingered her again, but I did not extract the grape, instead I spread her juices on her tiny star button, giving it a gentle press or two.

" You may get up, and lie on your back on the couch, Sir wishes to find, and to eat, the remaining grape. And I need to tell you, that you are a very lucky whore, to catch Sir in such a good mood when you have transgressed, but be aware, it will NEVER ever happen again. Now move, Sir wishes to eat cunt for his supper."
 
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My heart was in my throat, and I wondered what was ahead of me. His hand lifted and lowered, but the pain I had braced myself for never came.

Instead, his hand caressed me, touching and probing my sensitive flesh.

" Spread your legs a little."


I did as I was told, and soon my ass cheeks were being massaged, almost. Then his finger was inside my hot and wet pussy, and moments later he pulled out a grape. I heard him suck it, and then bite into it, and it made me think for some reason of my clit, which had been throbbing since I lay across his lap.

I felt his fingers trace my crack, and I jumped a little when I felt slight pressure on my asshole. I wans't ready for that!! Not yet. I needed to get my head around what was happening, and while I had accepted that I would lose my anal cherry this weekend, I wasn't prepared for that to happen just yet; fortunately, it seemed, nor was he.


" You may get up, and lie on your back on the couch, Sir wishes to find, and to eat, the remaining grape.

I scrambled to comply, eager to avoid the spanking I was certain I'd earned. I lay on my back, and forced my legs to spread wide, and I closed my eyes, trying to avoid what I thought of, as a shameful display.

"You are a very lucky whore, to catch Sir in such a good mood when you have transgressed, but be aware, it will NEVER ever happen again. Now move, Sir wishes to eat cunt for his supper."


I reddened at his words, and simply nodded my head, and whispered "Thank you Sir!" I was excited, and I could feel my pussy clenching over and over at the thought of what was to come. I lay back, and waited on his pleasure.
 
The "Thank you Sir!" I was her saving grace.
Anything other than those three words, and I would have sent her to bed, and walked away.

I knelt down on the floor, and examined her sweet sex. Beautiful puffy labia, glistening with her juices, and her asshole also still glistened. Using both thumbs, I parted her lips, freeing her glowing love button. I rubbed it with my fingers, raising a soft moan from above me. I leaned in closer, to kiss her clit, and let my tongue roll around it, feeling her hips, pushing, needing more.

I sucked, pulling her clit with my lips, and then my teeth, feeling how she shuddered with passion. I opened her again, this time licking her love hole, and sucking each inner lip in turn. Stiffening my tongue, I pressed it inside, tongue fucking her, and then pulling back.

I slid two fingers in, bending them, searching the front wall. She gasped, as if she knew exactly what I wanted. Then I found it, the soft spongy texture, that was Ciara`s G spot.

Using my other hand, I coated a finger in her juices, only then did I start to rub her G spot, pressing and rubbing. At the same time, my coated finger pressed her star button, opening it up, and finally, slipping inside.

"CUM now whore, Cum now I command it NOW."
 
I was as red as could be, feeling decidely exposed, as I reclined on the couch, my legs spread wide, as Sir knelt at my feet, and examined me intimately.

He teased me with his fingers and with his tongue, and soon had me lifting my hips, seeking more, needing more, as he slowly tongue fucked my hot, needy pussy.

I moaned, I whimpered, I screamed albeit muffled with the back of my hand, and I craved the orgasm that was building.

His fingers enter me, my channel clamping down on them, keeping them inside, needing what they were delivering. He rubbed me firmly , stimulating my g spot, and as I rocked my hips in need, I assisted in the impalement of my ass on his lubed up finger. I moaned, enjoying the sensation, despite myself, and when he spoke, "CUM now whore, Cum now I command it NOW." I did, my body imploding, quivering, shuddering as I experienced my most intense orgasm to date.
 
It was, beyond any doubt, an experience to behold, as this new weekend slut of mine finally gave in.
She at last relaxed as her orgasm took control, and it was awesome. I had great difficulty actually staying on her sex, as she cried out, and rocked. I pulled back a little, watching her, and letting her have her moments of ecstasy.
Slowly she came down, and I licked at her honey, as the warm sticky liquids leaked from her now rosy red cunt.
My fnger was still in her ass, just slowly fucking it, but in the end, i backed of completely, and looked at her.

"You will now retire for the night, you know what you have to do tomorrow, the day I take your ass, goodnight slut."
 
I came hard, my pussy clamping down on him, my ass doing similarly to his finger, on which I was impaled.

When it was over, I was sent on my way, into the spare room, to sleep alone, to get myself together, to prepare myself for tomorrow.

It was odd, but I felt somewhat rejected, being sent off by myself. Given the circumstances, I ought to be relieved that I had the space to myself, but for some reason I wasn't and I didn't appreciate the time alone.

I lay in bed, thinking over all that had happened, and I was aroused by those events as I examined them in retrospect. My hand had been idly stroking my stomach, and it trailed down between my legs, to the point that was still so sensitive, and I began to stroke myself, before I recalled that I was forbidden to do so, and jerked my hand away, as if my sex was on fire!

It was a long night, and I slept only fitfully, my mind concerned with one heated image after another, and my morning, my thighs were sheened with my juices, that had poured from my throbbing and aroused pussy, my nipples were like bullets, and I was in such a state of need, that I turned onto my stomach, and, finding a little bump in the sheets, I arranged myself, so my clit was in contact, and I began to rock, quickly feeling an orgasm build. I was not touching myself, I was not cheating, I had found myself a loop hole!!
 
I woke early not long after 6, and immediately wished that I had taken her to my bed. I washed my face, and made myself ready, before slowly, and quietly crossing to the guest room.

I had expected her to be sleeping soundly, but she was not, nor was she resting, or obeying my orders.The door was open a fraction, and I eased it open some more, to see her, in the bed, using the bed clothes to masturbate.
She was under the covers granted, but she was rocking back and forth, and doing her best to stifle the moans of pleasure. I was naked, and rock hard, and I knew that this slut needed a lesson.
As silently as I could, I moved to the bed, and then grabbing the bedclothes, I placed them over her head, covering it completely. This done I climbed on the bed, and lifted her hips, as her legs opened involuntarily, and I stuck my knee between them. I hissed at her

"Dont you dare fucking move whore."

ANd slid my fat hard cock into her gaping, and dripping cunt, and I started to fuck her, to fuck her like the bitch in heat that she was.fuck

I slapped her on the ass, again and again, leaving red handprints on her milky white cheeks. I stopped fucking her, and pulled the bedclothes of her head.

"Good morning you firty misbehaving whore,"

Then I pulled her hair, hard, bending her neck back as I rammed my cock deep and hard.
 
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I was drawing close, rocking on the sheets, abraiding my needy little clit, when suddenly the covers were thrown over my head, and I knew I was caught.

"Dont you dare fucking move whore."


I whimpered as I felt Sir's thick, hard cock slide into my sopping wet pussy, and he beganto ride me hard and fast. I thust back against him, enjoying the way his cock touched all my sensitive spots inside. Then I recalled that I was not to move, and I thought perhaps that pertained to this too, so I braced myself and stayed put.

The spanking began, hot, hard hands slapping my ass, heat spreading thoughtout my cheeks, and seeping into the surrounding areas. I began to moan, pleasurable moans, mixed with the occasional whimper of pain, as his hand landed on a sore spot, an area where the sting from the last smack had not yet faded.

Suddenly, and for no apparant reason, he stopped, and pullled the covers off completely.

"Good morning you firty misbehaving whore,"


I blushed, having no defence, embarassed at having been caught red handed, so to speak.

In an attempt at mitigating my misbehavior, I looked over my shoulder, and muttered "Sorry!"
 
"Sorry!"

The mumbled apology did not go un-noticed, and nor did the fact that she had not adressed me as Sir.

"Sorry whore? Oh you will be sorry, you truly fucking will be."

I pounded her now, driving my cock home as deep, and as hard as I could, slapping her ass, pulling her hair, anything to increase my ardour and my passion. I came like a train steaming out of a tunnel at full speed my cum exploding deep inside her, filling her cunt, as she squeezed and pulled on my cock. I was punishing her? No, not really, the whore was getting just as much pleasure as I was probably, for now that is, but that would soon change.

I waited a few minutes, still inside her, in silence, as my breathing calmed to
normal. I had thought of making her spend the morning on her hands and knees,
but then, I had an even better idea.


"You will clean Sir`s cock and balls with your mouth slut. Then you will shower, and shave, after which you will present yourself to me, for inspection in my room. I will have something there, that you will wear this morning, for my pleasure, and for your punishment.
Then you will prepare breakfast for us both. Corn Flakes, fruit juice, bacon, eggs, hash browns, and toast.
"
 
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He yanked on my hair, slapping my ass so hard and fast that my lower body was on fire, but he fucked me so hard, taking me roughly and with all his strength, and I loved it!!

I thrust back against him, loving every second of it, squeezing his cock as hard as I could.

When he finished, I pushed back hard, trying to get another couple of thusts out of him, being soooooo near to my own climax, which was already receeding!!

Sighing, I turned, and licked our combined juices from his balls, working my way upward, taking his cock fully my mouth, licking and sucking until he was cleaned of any and all evidence of our recent activity.

Then following his instructions, I went into the bathroom, and showered myself clean, and blushing, I took a razor, and shaving foam, and shaved my mound clean of my little strip of pubic hair. Once it was gone, completely, I dried myself off on a towel, and went to his room, knocking on the door, and standing outside it, my feet shoulder width apart, and my fingers laced behind my head, as I awaited his pleasure.
 
I was watching the news on TV when she knocked on the door.

"Enter.......stop, hands on your head."

I turned off the TV, and moved to inspect her, I could already smell her sweet sex, as soon as I got close, and I smiled. It was good that she was already aroused. I moved behind her, and bit her neck, more of a nip than a bite, as I slipped my hand under her, and then a finger into her wetness. And she was wet, and hot, my other hand travelled down her stomach, and over her silky mound, to jiggle her love button. Now she was squirming.

"Sir is pleased that his slut is wet, and squirming, it will make the taking of her asshole so much smoother."

She seemed a little startled, as if she had forgotten, but I had not forgotten, that was a certainty.

"First little slut, dirty misbehaving whore, there is the little matter of you misbehaving, again, and you must be punished, so Sir has something for you to wear."

I picked up the 12 inch bar, with the attached shackles, and moved to stand in front of her. I knelt, and fastened each end of the bar to her ankles.

"You will only be able to take a 4 to 6 inch maximum step while wearing the bar. If you fall over, you will get up. I will be in for my breakfast in 30 minutes from now, you are dismissed."
 
I felt heat flood me as he inspected me so closely, making me feel like an object, rather than a person, and his reference to taking my asshole made me shudder!

I was glad something else was to occur first, for the longer that was delayed, the happier I'd be. He fastened the shackles on my, and I struggled to walk, my gait awkward, and I blushed, thinking I looked so foolish!

In the kitchen, I prepared the breakfast he had asked form, putting on some for myself too, although I was not certain I was to get any. Cooking naked was a tricky maneuver, and one had to be careful not to get fat burns!!

Finally, it was ready, and I called him.

"Sir! You breakfast is served Sir!!"
 
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