Seductive Master, The - 03

You lay in this most uncomfortable state for what
seems to be an hour. (In reality it is only thirty
five minutes.) You begin to reflect on what you have
gotten yourself into and wonder why you said yes and
agreed. You thought back to when Master Nathaniel
spoke of punishment and remembered what your body felt
at that moment. You could feel the anticipation of
being spanked and it excited you. You felt gitty
inside, as though a million butterflies were dancing in
your stomach and pussy. You remember the feeling of a
cold shiver at the thought of being disciplined by this
man. In truth, you thought to yourself, you felt like
a little girl, one being taken care of by an adult in
complete control. You close your eyes and try to
invision the sensations you felt in an attempt to
recreate them, as you do, you feel a warmth rush
through your body. You analysis the feelings you are
having, realizing part of the sensation it created
within you was caused by fear as well. Not knowing how
severe your new Master would be with you, not knowing
what would be done next, and never knowing if it would
be your Master or your Mistress to take an action with
you. You longed for the attention promised now,
burning within your very being to be owned, trained,
loved, punished, and any other new experiences your
Master would find joy in putting you through. It can't
be all that bad, you reason, Dana lived through it.
The door opens again and Mistress Katherine walks
over to you. Without speaking she unhooks your hands,
then your feet and knees. Your attention is drawn back
to the discomfort of your swallon stomach.
"Get up, follow me.", Mistress Katherine orders.
Without a word you rise, Mistress Katherine aids
you in getting off the examining table, and like a
little puppy dog you follow behind her. She walks to
the other side of the room and opens a door. Inside is
a bathroom.
"Inside, slave. On the toilet.", she commands.
You go into the bathroom and sit on the toilet and
wait for her to leave. You are so naive, for she is
not about to leave a new slave alone. She comes to you
and orders you to spread your legs, then reaches in
between your legs, letting her arm rub against your
pussy lips, finds the end of the butt plug and slowly
pulls it from you. You dispell the contents the plug
had been holding in your bowel. You suddenly feel a
great relief from the pressure that had been in your
stomach. Finally the rush of fluid stops and your
Mistress pulls you to your feet. Leading you toward
the shower, she reaches in, turning it on, lets it run
a moment as the water warms and orders you to step into
it. You do so. Your Mistress then retrieves a bar of
soap and slowly begins to wash you down. As she does,
she begins talking to you about specific rules.
"Slave, you are not to touch your body unless
given permission to do so. When you are in the
precense of your Master or Mistress you will take one
of two position unless otherwise instructed. The first
position is standing, with legs two and one half feet
apart, hands behind your head. The second of these
positions is kneeling, with legs spread wide and hands
behind your head. If you are instructed to get into
position for discipline, you shall get down on your
knees with head and hands resting on the floor, legs
spread wide. If another form of discipline is to be
administered you will be told what position to take.
You shall always be open to your Master and/or
Mistress. You are to obey the instant your are
instructed to do something, if you fail to do so
punishment will be quick and harsh. If when being
punished you move in an attempt to avoid the
punishment, the punishment will begin again as if it
had never started, and will be repeated in this manner
until you receive your punishment without movement."
"I tell you this now slave, for the next step for
you is your punishment. You shall be punished for
going about the house without your Master's permission
and you shall be punished for your disobeidence to me
back in the bedroom. Now get out of the shower."
You step from the shower, tingling from the water
that had played on your skin. Tingling from the
sensous manner in which your Mistress had bathed you
and the conversation while bathing you. Your head is
spinning a little with the excitement your body feels.
Your Mistress finishes drying you off then orders
you to take the position. You immediately spread your
legs, attempting to judge two and one half feet, then
place your hands to the back of your head. Your
breasts lift and jet forward with this action. Your
Mistress walks around you slowly looking up and down
your body. She reaches out with the toe of her foot
and kicks a your left foot, you follow the lead and
spread your legs further. She moves back in front of
you and reaches out for your nipples. Her fingers
feather touch the tip of each nipple and you feel a
shiver run down your spine. She lightly rolls the
nipples between her forefinger and thumb then suddenly,
with almost a vice like severity, pinches both nipples
hard. A slight scream escapes your lips. Her fingers
move down your chest to your stomach then to your pubic
mound. You note the sensitivity of your pubic area
without hair to protect it. You can feel yourself
react to her touch almost immediately. She moves her
fingers into your slit and finds your clit and slowly
moves her fingers over it. As she increases her speed
your begin to drive your hips forward involuntarily.
As the warmth of your pussy spreads through you and you
near orgasm your hips begin to thrust forward to meet
her fingers. Just as you are about to burst with a
very strong orgasm, your Mistress pulls her fingers
from you. You move forward in an attempt to recapture
them but she thwarts your movement with her hand
pressed to your stomach. You moan loudly and carry out
in frustration, "Please Mistress!"
She stands totally erect now and pushes you to
your knees. "Assume the postion for punishment you
little slut slave. You were not given permission to
speak." You kneel and stretch your hands out in front
of you and then move your head so it is positioned on
the back of your crossed hands. You spread your legs
open as far as you can get them in this position. You
can feel the rush of cool air on your anus and your
pussy and realize for the first time how opened and
vulnerable you in this position. Your Mistress moves
to your side and with a suddenness lays five sharp
smacks directly on your upturned ass. You attempt not
to move, but having not been spanked since you were a
child, do so reflexively.
"We start again slave," you hear your Mistress say
austerely. Once again you feel the uncharitable blows
of your Mistress' large hand smack on your upturned
ass. You whimper at the blows but this time you do not
move.
Your Mistress moves her fingers to your gapping
hole and slide them into your pussy. You, for the
first time, feel the exhaulation caused by the blows
just administered. Too quickly she removes her fingers
from your soaking pussy and orders you up, you obey
immediately. She says nothing, but opens the door and
walks from the bathroom, you follow in silent
obiedence.
You are led down the hall to the stairs, then down
the stairs to another hallway. Your Mistress stops and
reaches for another door, opens it and enters. You
follow, closing the door behind you. The two of you
decend another flight of stairs. At the landing your
Mistress turns right, then right again and opens
another door and orders you inside.
Once inside you start looking around this room in
disbelief. You study the objects on the wall, as well
as those throughout the room. One wall is filled with
various instruments, obviously used for punishment.
There are some items you have never seen before, but
you do recognize a whip, a strap, a razor strop, a
wooden paddle, a rubber soled thong, a birch stick, and
numerous other leather straps of varying sizes. You
feel yourself shiver at the sight of all these
instruments. Your eyes glance toward the furniture.
There is a table, with straps attached, a set of
carpenters horses with a leather padding in the middle.
Another device you notice is the seat of a chair with a
table attached to it, both at the same heigth. Behind
this chair/table is what appears to be a flat, thin
board attached to some sort of mechanical set up with a
timer on its side. You feel yourself shudder slightly
with fear and apprehension.
"Center of the room, assume the standing
position." Mistress Katherine orders. You immediately
move to the center of the room, spreading your legs
wide and your hands on the back of your head.
The door opens slowly and Master Nathaniel walks
through it and moves directly before you. Behind him
is Dana, your long time friend. You relax a bit at the
sight of her.
Master Nathaniel moves closer to you, studies your
naked body now, you quiver when you feel his eyes focus
on your newly shaved pussy. He does not touch you, yet
your pussy is betraying your excitement and your juices
form on the shaved pussy lips.
"Kneel position." Master Nathaniel barks. You
immediately kneel down, spreading your legs wide and
your hands move back to the back of your head.
"Dana," Master Nathaniel says, and nothing more.
Dana moves in front of you and looks down at you.
You glance up her, then return your head to a downward
position. The glance is enough to see a look in her
eyes and on her face that you have never seen before.
She become aware of your fear. Dana looks over your
entire body, even bending down to get a better look at
your pussy and now you feel the rush of blood to your
face from the embarrassment her action causes you.
"Slave," Dana begins, "you were disobiendent
tonight on several occassions. You roamed about the
Master's home as if it were yours. You disobeyed
Mistress in the bedroom. You are as a child here
slave, learning the proper way to behave and please
your Master. Now tell me slave, what happens to a
child who does not behave properly?"
You attempt to find your voice and suddenly seems
to have failed. You try to clear your throat, holding
back the excitement, the fear, the rush of emotions you
are feeling. Finally the words form in your throat and
you hear yourself say, "They are spanked."
"That is correct slave, they are spanked. Now
tell me slave, how are they spanked?"
"They are spanked hard ma'am," you respond.
"Yes, this is true," Dana continues, the whole
time she is circling your quivering body. You feel the
juices of your pussy flowing from you and down the
inside of your legs. "How else are they spanked
slave?"
Your mind searches for an answer, you are not
certain what she is asking, then you hastily blurt out,
"They are spanked on their bare-bottoms ma'am."
"Correct again slave. You are doing very well.
Though it will not relieve you of the punishment yet to
come, it will hault more punishment. Now slave, are
they spanked hard until their bottoms are pink or
what?"
"Until their bottoms are very red ma'am." You
respond. Your body is shaking slightly now foreseeing
what was to come and the rigorous way in which your
punishment would be delivered. Your pussy is an
effervesce of your juices now from cuased by
stimulation of your body from the conversation taking
place. Anxiety, apprehension, humiliation,
embarrassment, molesests your body. Yet an ecstasy of
pleasure is seething through you at the same time.
"Correct again slave. Now the final question,
before we begin your punishment. Who administers the
punishment to the misbehaving child?"
"Sometimes the mother does and then the father
does so again when he comes home. Sometimes just the
mother and sometimes just the father." You explain,
hoping this to be the right answer.
"Slave, this may be the method in a parents home.
But in your Master and Mistress' home, how do you think
a badly behaved child receives punishment?"
"From both ma'am, the Master and the Mistress."
You meekly say, almost in a whisper.
"Correct again slave. And this is how it will be
here. Both Master and Mistress will administer
punishment to you for your misbehaviour. In your
Master's home slave, you will be punished twice for
everything you do which is incorrect performance. Do
you like that slave?"
"Oh yes ma'am," you hear yourself say.
"Now slave, you shall ask for your punishment."
"Master, Mistress, may I please be spanked for my
bad behaviour of tonight?"
"Naughty behavior slave, not bad." Dana
interjects.
You begin again, "Master, Mistress, may I please
be spanked for my naughtly behavior of tonight?"
Master Nathaniel walks in front of you now and you
feel yourself shiver from the anticipation of his next
move. "How do wish to be spanked slave?"
"Very hard Master, very hard."
"It will be given to you then in that manner.
Rise and go to the horse." You immediately stand,
hurriedly walk to the carpenters horse, waiting for his
next instruction.
"Dana, ready her." Master Nathaniel says coldly.
"Yes Master," Dana says as she walks toward the
wall with instruments hanging on them. You can not see
what she is doing for your back is to her, your Master
and Mistress. You stand waiting, quivering from the
thrill now flowing easily through your body. You have
assumed the standing position while your wait and feel
your juices running down the inside of your leg past
your knees now. Never before have your juices
flooded from your hot pussy as they are now.
Dana comes up behind you and grabs your hair on
the back of your head. Your head is pulled back and
she taps at your chin. You open your mouth, for this
is all you can think of from her action. As you do so,
she pushes a soft rubber ball into it past your teeth.
She releases the hold on your hair and pushes you from
the back and forces you over the horse. Once in place
she attaches your wrist cuffs to the hooks on each
opposing leg of the horse. Then she attaches your legs
in the same manner. You are not uncomfortable. The
padding beneath your stomach is soft and gives good
support. Your ass is up and opened and you feel the
cool air of the room brush against your anus and your
opened pussy. You feel a shiver rush through your body
but it is a shiver from excitement not from cold.
Dana places her hands on your ass and lightly rubs
your buttocks. This is even more of a turn on to you.
You did not know you could feel such a sexual response
from a woman's touch. But then you reason, perhaps it
is the excitement of all the events thus far. Dana
continues to tickle the flesh of your buttocks, then
she withdraws her hand.
You hear someone walk up behind you but you are
not certain who it is.
A hand moves to the center of your back and braces
against it, then the person leans forward and says, "We
shall start with no less than twenty five spanks and no
more than forty.", Master Nathaniel announces in your
right hear. You instantly jerk from the statement.
Twenty five to forty is a lot of leeway you think. But
with the ball gag forced into your mouth you have
nothing to say about the impending punishment. Your
Master pulls back his hand and you hear him walk away.
When he returns, he places a wide wooden paddle in
front of your face saying, "This is the instrument of
your spanking." He pulls the paddle back, noting your
reaction as your wide opened eyes attempt to follow the
movement of the paddle away from your face.
With a sudden forcefulness the first smack beat
across your bare bottom, you tug at your bonds
slightly. Before you are prepared for the next it
comes thrashing down on your ass cheeks, hitting you
exactly where you would sit. The next ten spanks are
delivered to your sit spot and your ass feels on fire.
Stinging from pain. The heat from your ass coarses
through your body and you can feel your pussy gushing
more fluid with each harsh whack of the paddle. You
are keeping count in your head now, secretly hoping for
this to end, yet at the same time praying it does not.
The next five solid smacks of the paddle hit your ass
just above the sit spot. Your body is now jerking
uncontrolably with each beat of the paddle and yet your
hips are attempting to rise to meet the next blow. You
have counted seventeen thus far and judge there to be
only nine, no eight left. Your Master uses his
experienced aim hitting you five more times over the
same spot as the first spanks on your sit spot. Three
left you say to yourself, bracing for them. Your
Master brings the paddle back and with a abrupt and
renewed forcefulness lands ten more very hard whacks to
your flaming bottom, dispersing them over the entire
buttock area. Tears are streaming down your face as
you sob into the ball in your mouth. Your body is
yanking uncontrolably at the straps holding you
prisoner.
"Now, now, little puss, it is over for now.", Your
Master says as he leans forward and soothingly rubs his
hand on your back. You begin to calm down a little.
You Master continues to rub you gently on your back and
his hand moves slowly over your searing ass cheeks. At
first his touch causes more pain, but slowly it begins
to feel wonderful having him console you in this
manner. His hand rubs your ass cheeks lightly for a
few minutes then his fingers find their way between
your seething cheeks and moves down your slit towards
your pussy. He probes your pussy and moves to your
clit and moves his fingers fast and hard against the
erect head. Before you even feel the surge of it, you
explode with an orgasm. It is an orgasm so strong your
body shakes and strains against your bonds. It moves
through your body with a vengeous causing you to ripple
and feel as though you are being turned inside out.
His fingers continue the action and your a brought to
another orgasm and another, wave after wave. You have
lost count there have been so many. Finally he pulls
his fingers from you and pats your crimson cheeks.
"Good little puss, very good. You are a very hot
puss. And I am sure will please your Master very much
in the years ahead.", your Master reassures you. He
continues to rub your steaming asscheeks giving you
time to come down from the potent orgasms you have just
experienced. You rest your headd downward, a smile on
your face, feeling a peacefulness inside knowing you
will be cared for and corrected by this loving man.
You drift of to sleep with that being your final
conscience thought.

Seductive Master, The - 02

The week just seemed to drag by. You were in
agony all throughout it, waiting for the next party.
You had made several changes in your wardrobe for the
occasion. Going out and buying a hot pink, silk dress.
One that was almost see through. You also purchased
the hot pink garter belt and shear pink nylons to wear
with the dress. Then you went to purchase the shoes
you would wear and even had to have them dyed to match
the dress. But it didn't matter! You were determined
to be the chosen one this weekend. Even if you had to
cause a disturbance as the woman did last weekend.
Your thoughts continued to focus on Nathaniel's
eyes and the firmness of his body. You were now even
fantasizing about him while you sat at your desk at
work. You weren't terribly attentive to what you were
doing all week, except when it was in preparation for
the coming party.
Finally Saturday came. You started to prepare for
the party about four and half hours ahead of time. You
shower, wash your hair, shave your legs and underarm,
even douching and giving yourself an enema, something
you truly dislike. Finally it is time to put makeup
on, which you determine will be very scant, for
Nathaniel appears to like ladies without much makeup.
The door bell rings, you know it is Dana. You
stop and give yourself one last look in the mirror.
The pink dress, dips low in the front and back, reveals
your firm 34B breasts somewhat, but that is the effect
you want. The color looks fantastic against your
tanned skin and even adds to the color of your eyes.
You go and answer the door.
"My God, girl, you can't wear that.", is the
manner in which Dana greets you.
"This is what I'm wearing. I don't want to be
just another face in the crowd anymore.", you respond
firmly and with conviction.
"Okay, but he isn't going to like it."
"You never know. It just might be the way to be
chosen."
Dana glances at you and a slight grin comes to the
corners of her mouth. She nods her head then says,
"Well, if that's what you want to wear, okay, let's go.
But if you do get chosen and he is displeased with your
clothing, don't blame me."
You aren't certain what she means by that, but you
prefer to ignore her statement and walk out the door to
the waiting limo.
The party begins no differently than the last,
with one exception. When you enter the great room all
heads turn towards you. You are the only one not
wearing black. The girl who was chosen last week is
there also, in a black gown. You note she is much more
subdued from the last party and almost sheepish in her
behavior.
You are turned on by the waiting. You can't stand
it that Nathaniel has not entered the great room. The
grandfather clock bongs out nine bongs and Nathaniel
still does not enter the room. The chatter continues
all around you. Finally you decide you can't wait and
you walked through the crowd of people and waltz right
out the door and start to make your way through the
house. As you walk, you hear the grandfather clock
bong the half hour mark, indicating it was nine thirty.
Suddenly, as you are about to open the door to the
library, a hand grabs your arm. You whirl around to
see a man dressed in formal attire.
"You are not to be in the other parts of the house
unless the Master instructs it.", he says to you
sternly. Before you get a chance to respond, he is
pulling you down the hall and back to the great room.
At the entry way of the great room, he releases his
harsh grip on you somewhat, but still holds your arm
firmly. He marches you into the room, stands and looks
around for a moment, still holding you firmly and then
begins to pull you through the crowd. Finally he
stops.
"Master Nathaniel, I beg your pardon sir, but I
found her," he pulls you closer to him, "roaming
through the house."
"Thank you Daniel," Nathaniel said, "I will take
care of this." As he reaches out and grabs your other
arm. Your struggle is no longer there for you are now
exactly where you want to be, in front of Nathaniel
with his full attentions on you.
He releases his grip on your arm, for he knows you
will not move away from him. His eyes are now fixed on
yours and you feel as though you are being pulled into
his deep purple eyes. The noise around you is suddenly
gone and all you see and hear is him. He reaches down
to the hem of your skirt and slowly pulls it up to your
waist. You want to stop him, but you just feel as
though you are unable to move. He holds it up only
briefly, exposing your uncovered pussy, framed by your
pink garter belt, then lets the dress fall from his
hands and says, "Upstairs, second bedroom on the
right."
You leave him and move to the hallway and the man
that had pulled you into Nathaniel stands there waiting
for you. He leads you up the stairs to the second
bedroom and tells you wait on the bed quietly.
You go over to the bed and sit down to wait. You
don't know if you should remove your clothes or not or
wait to be told. So you just sit there taking in the
decor of the room. You are becoming excited with
anticipation of what is happen tonight, the thought of
making love with Nathaniel has you really delirious.
Suddenly the door to the bedroom is opened wide
and a woman enters. She looks terribly stern, her
stare on you makes you feel as you did in Catholic
school when Sister Teresa was angry with you. She
walks over to you and says, "Undress."
You look at her in disbelief. You start to say
something, but before you are given the chance, she
reaches down, grabs your arm, pulls you up to your feet
harshly, then pulls your dress up over your head. You
automatically pull your arms up to cover your breasts
and pussy.
"Put those hands down. Now!", she says sternly.
When you do not respond to her command, she grabs your
arms and pulls them down from your breasts and away
from your pussy. After she has done this, you
immediately move them back up to cover yourself. She
snaps her fingers and suddenly from a side door in the
room a young boy about nineteen rushes in, hands her
four leather straps and then rushes out of the room
without saying a word. She grabs your left arm and you
begin to fight and struggle. She pushes you down on
the bed and then presses her knee into your stomach
region, wraps the leather straps and secures it firmly
to your left wrist, then does the same to the right
wrist. She lays the other two straps down on the bed.
The straps she has placed on your wrist have a hook and
eye on them. She pulls you to your feet and before you
realize what is happening she maneuvers you so your
hands are behind you and she connects the hook through
the eye of the opposing hands. She then unsnaps the
garter belt you have on and lets it fall to the floor.
The nylons attached to it go down to your knees. She
kneels down and tries to pick up your right foot, when
you put full weight down on it she stands back up and
pushes you onto the bed again and reaches down and
pulls your shoes and then your nylons off completely.
She drags you to the center of the room and tells
you to stand there perfectly still and wait for Master
Nathaniel. You are reluctant, but since she outweighs
you by about sixty pounds you decide not to argue.
You wait for what seems like fifteen minutes when
finally the same door opens that the young boy came
rushing through and in walks Nathaniel. He moves over
to you and doesn't even appear to look at your lovely
nude body. Once in front of you, he reaches out and
touches your nipples lightly. You glow and tingle from
the coolness of his fingers. He slides his fingers
down your stomach and finally to your pubic mound, then
finally inside your pussy.
Holding his fingers there, his other hand moves
back to your breasts and he says, "Do you like your
breasts touched gently like this?" He moves his fingers
lightly over each nipple, alternating between the two.
"Or do you prefer it like this?" His fingers encircle
your nipple then gripps the tip and pinches hard, a
moan escapes your lips, then he moves to the other
nipple and does the same, and again you moan. He
withdraws his motionless fingers from your pussy and
looks at them. "She is wet from the pinching,"
Nathaniel turns to say to the matronly woman.
He looks back at you and stares into your eyes for
a moment then says, "If you wish to be mine, then you
shall be. But understand once you have agreed, you
become mine totally to do with as I please. I will be
your Master and you my slave. If you agree you shall
spend the next several weeks in training and learn how
to please me. That training will include pleasures you
have never experienced before, plus punishments for
infractions of the rules."
You head is spinning as you listen to him. You
are becoming more and more excited by the prospect of
what he is proposing. You can't turn back now. You
want him, more than you've wanted anything before in
your life.
"If you agree then your training shall begin
tonight. If you do not, then you shall be released and
may leave. Have you any questions?"
"Yes," you somehow manage to whisper. "If I am to
be in training for several weeks, what about my job?"
"You will no longer need a job. I will provide
all that you need. Any more questions?"
"Yes, just one, what type of punishments do you
mean?"
"I will give you a perfect example, tonight you
roamed about the house when you knew you should not.
That is an infraction of the rules and you will be
spanked soundly for having done so. There may be times
when your behavior warrants the strap, a paddle, a
cane, a birch rod, or even a whip. Or times I wish to
punish you merely for my pleasure."
You listen closely to his words. You can't
believe it, but you can feel your pussy becoming
excited at the prospect of what he is going to do to
you.
"There are many rules and those you will learn
during your training. Do you agree?"
You swallow hard and before you have even thought
further about it you hear yourself say, "Yes, I agree."
"Very good. From this moment forward you shall
call me Master when we are in the house, when out in
public or at parties you shall call me Master
Nathaniel. You shall be nude at all times unless I
tell you otherwise. You shall speak when spoken to and
ask permission to speak beyond a yes or no answer. The
remaining of the rules will be given to you in written
form and you shall study them thoroughly until you are
able to recite them to me from memory. Now, Mistress
Katherine will take you in hand for the beginning of
your session tonight. One thing more, you shall be
called slave and your name will not be used during your
slave training." He finished his statement to you and
turned and walked out of the room.
Mistress Katherine walks over to you and grabs
your arm, "Come slave, we have many things to do." She
pulls you to the door, opens it and pushes you through
it into the hallway and walks you down the hall to
another door. She fling the door open and you are led
inside. There in front of you is an examination table
just like the one in the doctor's office, Mistress
Katherine orders you to get on top of it. You did so.
She unhooks your hands and pulls first your left over
your head and hooks a chain to the cuff, then the
right. She instructs you to slide down to the end of
the table and place your legs in the stirrups. You do
so, with dread. Once your legs are in the stirrups
Mistress Katherine hooks leather cuffs around your
ankles and secures your feet to the stirrups. Next she
places leather straps around your legs just above your
knees and secures them. She then spreads the stirrups
open as wide as she can, exposing you completely to
her. She goes back to the head of the table and
tightens the chains so there is no slack in them at
all. She walks out of the room leaving you there
exposed and vulnerable.
You feel humiliated and degraded by this
treatment. You are angry and yet excited; all at the
same time. You lay there waiting for what will happen
next. It seems like a long time before the door opens
again. When it does a man walks in dressed in a white
jacket.
"Hello there, I'm Dr. Pulsar, I'm going to give
you an examination for your Master."
You start to say something to him, but when you
lift your head you see Mistress Katherine there in the
doorway with her arms crossed, leaning against the door
jam waiting for some infraction. You lay your head
back down on the table and remain silent. The doctor
goes to work and examines your wet pussy. He takes his
gloved hand and sticks a finger into the vaseline and
suddenly pushes it into your tiny, virgin ass. You
scream out at the suddenness of his action. "A virgin
ass huh slave?"
"Yes Doctor," you respond.
He turns his head and looks over his shoulder at
the matron and nods. You know this means something,
but you are not totally aware of its full meaning.
"Okay," he says," finished. I would be sure and
give her an enema tonight Mistress." he remarks as he
pulls the glove off his hand and throws it in a waste
basket and walks out of the room.
You feel your face flush with embarrassment. It
is bad enough to be examined in such a highly excited
state but to openly discuss enemas with this strange
woman is too much. You know your face is as red as can
be.
Now you are left with Mistress Katherine. She is
still standing near the door but has moved inside
somewhat. She slowly pulls the door closed. Your
heart is beating faster for you know she is not as kind
and gentle as the doctor and you are quite frankly
scared. She slowly moves toward you and you can feel
your pussy tingling again with excitement. She walks
to the cabinet on the other side of the table and opens
a drawer. She pulls out various items, little clips
that look like clothes pins, a bottle of baby oil, a
razor, the end nozzle of an enema tube, a small hand
towel, a can of shaving cream and finally a large butt
plug. You shiver at the sight of the butt plug, for
you indeed have a virgin ass.
She walks back to you and reaches down to touch
your nipples, when she does they react immediately and
become firm and erect. She reaches back and grabs the
clips that look like clothes pins and places first one
on one nipple then the other on the other nipple. When
she places the first one on you, you scream from the
pain and pull against your bonds. She reaches back and
pulls out another drawer and retrieves a soft, rubber
ball. When she places the second clip on your other
nipple, she holds the ball over your mouth and as you
open to scream she pushes it into your mouth. Your
scream comes out only as a sort of moan.
Your nipples hurt from the clips, but you begin to
realize the pain is also causing a great deal of
pleasure as you feel your juices dripping from your
pussy now.
Mistress Katherine takes the towel from the
counter and takes it to the sink and runs water over
it, getting it soaking wet. She stands and wrings it
out and then walks to the end of the examining table
and lays it on your pubic mound. You react to the heat
it sends through your pussy and pull again, in vain,
against your bonds. When the towel becomes cool she
removes it and then picks up the shaving cream and
slowly spread it on your pubic hair and down your pussy
lips and into your crack. You fight violently now
against your bonds for you do not want your pussy hair
removed. You do not want to look like a little girl
again with puckered pussy lips. Your struggle is in
futile and your hips jerking upward is finally thwarted
by Mistress Katherine's firm hand.
"You best lay still slave, or the razor will cut
you."
She had not trimmed the area first, for you didn't
have that much hair there anyway. She begins, with
expert hand, to shave your hair from your mound down to
your anus. When she is finished she takes the towel
again and wipes all the remaining shaving cream from
your private parts. She then gets a mirror, holding it
over your newly shaved mound and orders you to look.
Reluctantly you do so and are mortified at the sight of
a child like pussy.
Mistress Katherine then takes the baby oil and
slowly pours some into her hand. She moves her fingers
to your pussy and slowly, methodically moves her
fingers over your newly shaved parts. She presses her
fingers into your pussy lips and spreads them open and
slowly runs her fingers into your slit but does not
enter you. You move your hips upward in an attempt to
meet her fingers and have them move inside you. As
soon as you move your hips up she pulls her fingers
back and begins rubbing on your mound area again. She
then slowly moves her fingers down your slit until she
finds your clit and lingers for several moments on your
now swollen clit. You feel as though you are ready to
explode with pleasure and as you get closer and closer
to this point her action picks up in speed. Just as
you feel you are about to erupt with orgasm she removes
her hand. You shake your head back and forth and try
through your gag to beg her to bring you to a climax,
but your action goes unheeded.
Mistress Katherine reaches back to the counter for
the baby oil again and pours more on her hand. She
moves back to your anticipating pussy but you find
instead you rubs her oiled fingers around your puckered
hole. It suddenly flashes through your mind that she
is about to enter your ass with her fingers. Before
you can raise your head to protest she has slipped one
finger inside you. You feel pressure, but that is all.
She now moves the finger around inside you and
slowly withdraws all but the tip of it, then pushes it
back in only deeper this time. You winch with the
slight pain you feel from her sudden action. Then you
realize she does not have one finger in you but two.
Slowly she pumps in and out of your ass and the pain
begins to subside and is replaced by excitement. You
can feel yourself lifting your hips to allow her better
access to your little hole and as she pumps in and out
of your ass, her other hand finds your clit again and
begins to tease it. You feel like you are going to
explode and suddenly your hips leap upward with the
first orgasm and a moan escapes through your gagged
mouth. She does not stop and another orgasm comes and
another and another. Finally she withdraws her fingers
from you and you lay back down fully on the table,
spent from your multiple orgasms and embarrassed by the
fact a woman brought you to the best orgasm you've ever
had.
Mistress Katherine does not stop. She moves to
the counter and takes the enema tube, places vaseline
over the end of it and walks back to you. She holds
the tube up so you can see it clearly then brings it
back down to your ass. Her fingers move into your ass
and begin rubbing vaseline around the area and slowly
you feel her fingers penetrate your tight hole. You
moan and jump slightly from the intrusion. She
continues to move her finger in an out of you and your
hips move forward to meet her finger. She withdraws
and replaces her finger with the tube. The enema
begins. She slowly releases the warm water into your
tight ass and your stomach begins to feel the pressure
it is causing. As she fills you with the first
container you begin experiencing some discomfort but
not a lot. When the second container is put into
action the pressure increases greatly. The warm water
slowly moves into you and as it does Mistress
Katherine's fingers begin to play with your clit. You
are so uncomfortable from the distention of your
stomach caused by the water you don't think you could
be sexually aroused, but much to your surprise you feel
your pussy juices beginning to flow. Just as you start
to feel good about all of this the water and the
actions of your Mistress's fingers stop. The tube is
pulled out slowly and replaced with a rather large butt
plug, which causes you more discomfort.
Mistress Katherine reaches out and pats your
extended stomach and says, "I will be back, that must
stay in for a few minutes to do the thorough job." She
turns and walks out of the room, leaving you bound and
helpless, in pain from the quantity of water taken and
your pussy burning for attention.

Synopsis: Every girls was talking about this secret master. You just couldn't wait to be picked by him and became his slave girl.
Seductive Master, The - 01

You had been invited to the party once before, and
knew what to expect. In your heart you desired to be
chosen by him. But in your mind you feared it
somewhat. To you, the first time you went to the
party, it was just another party. A friend had
suggested you go and you were surprised by the things
that happened that night as well as the man giving the
party. Somehow your friend had gotten approval for you
to attend, which you learned later was not easy, for
the Host was very selective about how came to his
parties.
Your friend, Dana, told you how and what to wear
for the first party. You knew what to wear for this
one because of the experience. Dana told you to wear
either black or red clothing. She also said you were
to wear a dress of silk or shear material, being sure
not to wear a bra or panties. You were to wear black
or red nylons with matching garter belt and heels about
3 inches high. You were hesitant about going anywhere
without a bra and panties, let alone to a party to a
strangers house. Dana continued to assure you that you
would not only enjoy the party but beg to come to
another one. She was right.
You are standing in front of the mirror putting
the last finishing touches to your makeup. Your heart
is fluttering at the thought of him, the host and you
can feel your pussy twitch slightly. You reach down
and adjust your garter belt and hook the nylons you
just finished sliding over your legs. You stand in
front of the mirror again and begin to run a comb
through your hair and glance down to your firm, round
breasts. The nipples are hard already, from the
thoughts that have been racing through your mind. You
reach down and pinch them both and feel the tingle of
your action all the way down to your pussy. You finish
combing your hair and then slip your dress over your
head and then comb your hair one more time.
You are lovely. A beautiful, sleek lady. Your
auburn hair shining in the lights of the bathroom.
Your dark green eyes dancing with flicks of gold in
them. You slender frame glides when you walk, despite
the fact you are not accustomed to heels this high.
You look yourself over for one final look, think to
yourself, 'Not bad for an ol' lady of 24' then walk
from the room.
Dana is waiting in the living room for you. She
looks fantastic. She is wearing a black dress, just as
you are, and has heels on that are at least 5 inches
high. Every hair on her blonde head is perfect, as is
her makeup.
"Ready to go now?", Dana asked.
"Yes, ready! How do I look? Dana you look
fantastic."
"You look great yourself. He might pick you
tonight, who knows." Dana responded, then winked.
Dana had been picked by him almost a year ago.
You noted a change in her when it happened. She
suddenly became very calm and relaxed. She never
seemed to worry about anything. That was not the Dana
you had known before her meeting him. She just seemed,
well, so much at peace with herself now. It was
incredible the change he had on her. You wanted that
too! You crossed your fingers on your left hand as you
walked through the door to the limo waiting for you,
hoping and praying tonight would the night he picked
you.
The parties were infrequent. Sometimes once a
month, sometimes one every two months. He had this
party only one month after the first one you had
attended. You hoped, if not chosen tonight, there
would be another party soon. Eventually, you reasoned,
you would be chosen.
The limo pulled into the driveway. It was still a
long way to the house, at least a mile and Dana and you
continued your chit chat. You asked Dana what HE was
like in bed, telling her you were just dying to know.
Dana told you to just wait and see if you got picked
then you would find out soon enough. Her lips turned
up with a large smile and she had a twinkle in her
eyes. You figured he must be great, based on Dana's
reaction.
The car pulled up to the front door and a man
dressed in tux with tales, reached down and opened the
door. He stretched out his white gloved hand to help
first Dana then you out of the limo.
Once inside, you looked around, scanning the crowd
for your host. He was not to be seen. There were men
as well as women there and people were clustered
together in quite chats. Two women dressed in maid's
uniforms were moving through the guests serving drinks.
You noticed all the women were dressed in black with
the exception of one, who was dressed in hot, fire red.
The men were in tuxedos. Dana and you make your way
through the groups of people, trying to get to the
other side of the room to some people you both know.
When you joined your friends you engaged in small talk
and take a drink from the tray.
The grandfather clock in the foyer bonged nine
times and suddenly from the main entrance to the great
hall entered your Host. Everything went silent when he
entered the room. It was so quiet your could almost
hear everyone breathing. He stopped just inside the
door, looking over the crowd of people then stepped in
a few more steps.
"Please, everyone, enjoy yourselves.", he said.
Then he began to move through the crowd.
He is more magnificent than you had remembered.
He is the best looking man you have ever seen. His
body is perfectly shaped and kept in top condition.
His hair is a soft jet black and never has a hair out
of place. His chin is firm and chest broad. His eyes
are the most fabulous feature you can see, for they are
a deep purple and are hypnotic. When he speaks to
people, they just seem to freeze and be captured in his
eyes, and his desires become theirs. You continue to
watch him as he moves through the crowd of people. He
stops and speaks to a couple of women and then bends
down slightly and kisses each of their cheeks. You can
hear your own breathing increase as he is making his
way across the room to where you and Dana stand. When
he finally reaches the two of you, you all but have an
orgasm right then and there. Your are feeling somewhat
light headed by his presence and somewhat gitty as
well.
"Hello Dana!", he says, and leans forward to kiss
her cheek.
"Hello, Master Nathaniel. I pray you are well
this evening." Dana responded.
"Yes, quite well my dear Dana. Quite well indeed.
And who is this lovely young thing you have with you?"
Nathaniel says nodding at you.
"You remember Elizabeth, from our your last party,
do you not Master Nathaniel?"
"Oh yes," he says and turns his attentions to you.
Your heart is pounding so hard now, you are certain he
can hear it. "I'm very glad you joined us for another
party Elizabeth. I...", his words trailed off to
silence as he turned around to notice a disturbance in
the room. "Pardon me," he said, without turning back
to face you and Dana and he walked in the direction of
the noise. Dana and you follow him.
There, on the other side of the room, is the lady
in the red dress, talking loudly to a gentleman. She
then reaches over to the tray the maid is carrying with
hors d'oeuvres on it and as she does her dress rides up
in the back to expose her bare bottom. She is somewhat
drunk, you are certain of that, for her speech is
slightly slurred. When she sees Nathaniel coming
towards her she wiggles her bottom around a bit,
obviously aware of her buttocks exposure. Nathaniel
walks over to her and pulls her back to an upright and
tells her to stand perfectly still. She does so, as
she stares into his eyes. Nathaniel reaches out with
both hands, glances down to the front of her dress and
then places his index finger of each hand on the very
tip of her protruding nipples. Leaving his finger tips
resting on her nipples he looks back into her face and
says, "Upstairs, second bedroom on the right." She
gives no argument but instead turns and walked through
the crowded room and disappears through the double
doors of the great hall.
"Thank you all for coming. I have made my
selection. Continue to enjoy yourself." Nathaniel
says, then walks through the path made for him by the
people moving out of his way and exits through the same
double doors.
Your heart sinks. You were not chosen by him.
You want to leave, but you see Dana has now moved over
to another group of people you do not know and she is
deep in conversation with them. The evening drags on
forever for you.
When Dana finally does come to you, asking if you
are ready to go home, you jump at the chance and start
for the door.
"Gosh, Elizabeth, don't feel bad. He might pick
you next time.", Dana attempted to console you.
"How many times did you attend the party before
you were picked?", you question Dana.
"Four times. But don't be so concerned about it.
There is to be another party next weekend. He has
already told us this. And you are to come." Dana
said.
You leaned back and relaxed for the first time
since he had made his choice. At least you were
assured of seeing him again. At least you had that.