I have lover who is also my Master. To anyone in the Vanilla world as we people in the Lifestyle term you to be, those of you who aren’t kinky, you would say that someone can’t possibly be a lover in the true sense and a Master, but he is truly my lover. Just as you spice up your sex life with whatever, BDSM is how we spice ours and Master loves his slave/slut/whore and I love him.
Master is in a mood. I can tell by the evil glint I see in his eyes tonight. We haven’t played in a while. Master has been gone for quite sometime for his work and he hasn’t been with me for well over three weeks now. From the moment I walked in his door and we embraced each other in a passionate hungry kiss, I could see that Master needed his slave in a bad way and I must be ready for the worst, because Master was famished.
We walked over to his bedroom and both stood by his bed. He looked at me for a moment and then he grabbed my hair and pulled back my head. He kissed me hungrily and then he told to, “Take off your clothes.” He releases my hair and I step away from him and quickly get undressed. I then stand before him with my legs shoulder width apart and my hands clasped behind my back, ready to submit to my Master. He takes me into his arms in half embrace and with his freehand he pinches my nipple on my nice big breast hard and then he pulls until the nipple painfully slips from his fingers and I lean into his chest and gasp in pain. I hear him chuckle, pleased with my reaction and he shifts his embrace so that he may to the same to my other nipple and again, it is such an exquisite pain that my Master inflicts on my nipple. Master then grabs my breast and squeezes it tightly, so much so that I gasp and wince. He tells me, “Look at me,” and I obediently do as he asks and I look into his eyes and God help me I adore him, even when he is tormenting as he is doing so now and my eyes are watering from the pain.
He smiles, pleased at the reaction he is getting from me.
Master pushes me gently back, away from him and he slaps my right breast and I gasp in shock and then he slaps the left one and oh God it hurts. He keeps doing this and I see that my breasts are becoming quite red and they sting like they are on fire. “Look at me,” he tells me again and I obediently do and he keeps slapping my tits and God I love him. He smiles and then grabs both my tits which are quite sore now, and squeezes them hard. Master then shifts his grasp to my nipples, pinches both of them hard and pulls till they slip through his fingers and I moan in pain. Such horrible, exquisite pain and he leaves my breasts are throbbing in agony.
I pray that Master will move on to other things, but he doesn’t. He brings out a thin cord that he likes to torment me with and starts to whip my tits with it. It stings so and the pain lasts way beyond the initial impact. Then Master picks up a wooden spoon and starts to hit my tits with it and sometimes he even does my nipples and this is the worst pain of all. He keeps me shifting my gaze and looking into his eyes because Master loves to see his slave in pain, stifling screams, containing the agony that I am feeling, trying so hard to take the pain for him and be good for my Master.
Finally Master decides to move on, but first he decides that he wants to put a clothespin on each of my nipples, which at first it doesn’t hurt too much, but the longer the clothespins remain on my nipples, the more the pain starts to become intolerable. I do my best to endure it however, and not call out “yellow”, because the pain that follows this is nothing in comparison to what the clothespins are doing to my tits now. If Master is being generous he will only do my tits with the clothespins, but if Master is being particularly cruel and famished as he is tonight, he will take a clothespin and place one on each of my pussy lips. At first it doesn’t feel like anything much, but Master touches me gently and he places a finger inside my pussy and he brings me to the point of almost cuming and the more aroused I am the more the clothespins hurt. He knows this and he delights in it. As a finishing touch, Master will cruelly place one clothespin on my clit. The pain from this is almost too much for me sometimes and I have to beg before too long for him to remove it. But when Master removes it, he doesn’t just open up the clothespin and take it away, no, Master pulls it off and this is the worst pain of all.
When Master is done placing the clothespins on my tits and my pussy, he has me get on all fours on the floor. This makes me pussy ache so much from the clothespins pinching me on all my delicate places. Master starts first by spanking my ass hard. He will give me a few hard smacks and then do lighter ones to break things up a bit. He will mercifully rub the places he has hit and then start again, till it builds to very hard, thuddy smacks and I end up gasping and moaning in pain. Master then takes up the cane and he starts hitting me with it. It is a rather thin cane and made of bamboo. It hurts like hell and sometimes if Master is particularly cruel, will leave welts, blood pooling under the skin and bruises that last a week, so that whenever I sit, I remember my Master and what he did to my lovely ass. Tonight, Master wants to push me beyond my limits and he tells me, “Take that pain for me,” and I willingly obey.
When Master tires of this, he decides that it’s time to remove the clothespins from my pussy and he reaches between my legs, finds my pussy hole and fingers it and I moan from the pleasure and pain that it brings me and then he pulls a clothespin from one of the pussy lips. I gasp and say, “Thank you Master.” He then, finger fucks my juicy pussy some more and pulls the other clothespin from the other lip and oh God, I am already dreading the last one, the clit one. He fucks my pussy some more with his finger and brings me almost to the point of orgasm and pulls the clothespin and I stifle a scream. Oh God, it fucking hurts so bad and I gasp and I shake in agony. “Good girl.” He tells me and I manage to say, “Thank you Master.”
He comes around to the front of me and offers his hands to me. I kiss each one. He loves this, me kissing the hands that have just caused me so much pain. I say, “Thank you Master.” He then tells me, “Get up.” I quickly do as I am told. “Undress me.” I quickly, but with care, start to undress my Master. I undo each of the buttons of his shirt and I am inspired to kiss him as I go and when I give him the first kiss, he grabs my hair and pulls me away from him, then he slaps my face hard. “Did I tell you, you could do that?” I gasp and say, “No Master. I only wanted to please. I’m sorry Master.” He clenches his teeth and says, “Don’t do anything without me telling you, understand?” and he pulls my hair for emphasis as he says this. I say, “Yes Master.” He releases his hold on me and I wait, then he says, “Continue.” I do as he tells me and I finish unbuttoning his shirt, I then remove it from his lovely body, fold it carefully and I set it aside for him.
Master then sits on the bed and I remove each of his shoes and socks for him and set those aside. He grabs a hold of my head and rubs my face against his crotch and his cock is straining against the material of his pants. He releases his hold on me and stands up. I undo the top button of his jeans and then unzip them, pull them down along with the boxer briefs. Master likes to keep both together and so I do this for him. I fold this carefully as well and set it aside for him. Masters cock is a rock hard, circumcised 8 ½ inches. It is bouncing a bit, demanding attention and I try not to stare at it. My pussy is wet, from just looking at it. I am so hungry for him. I have missed him so much and I wish he would just be my lover tonight and fuck me as a lover does, but it’s not what Master wants. Master wants to torment his slave and Master will have what he wants tonight.
“Kneel,” Master orders me and I do as I am told. Master places his cock right against my mouth and I don’t dare do anything. I have learned not to take my Master’s cock into my hand and start stroking it and licking, sucking it as I would do when doing a proper blow job. Especially not when Master is in a mood like tonight and so I wait and Master smiles. “Good slave.” I hear him say and then he tells me, “Suck my cock.” I suck his cock, but I don’t touch it. I keep my hands at my sides and I suck and do a swooshy thing with my touch as I do and Master loves this. I try to relax my mouth as I go, because I know what’s coming next. I suck and suck and Master sometimes will sigh with pleasure and then Master grabs my head and he pushes deep and hard into my mouth. Tonight, I am not ready for this and he pulls out and slaps both my cheeks, “Too much teeth,” he admonishes me. “Sorry Master.” He puts his cock back in my mouth and fucks my face for a bit while I gag and choke on it. Then he lets up and says, “Suck it.” I continue sucking and I try really hard not to hurt him again with my teeth. It is so hard to do because I can’t hold his cock and position it as I need to and so I do the best that I can and when he pins my head again, against his cock and fucks my face, it gets deeper, but not deep enough.
In frustration and disgust, he tells me, “Not good enough.” He then grabs my hair and pulls me off my knees. Once I am standing he shoves me onto the bed and has me lie on my back with my head dangling over the edge. Then he fucks my face again and this time the cock gets deeper with each thrust and he keeps doing this till he has it all the way in and then he sighs satisfied and pulls it out of my mouth and he pushes me into a sitting position so that I may catch my breath. Pleased that I was able to deep throat him, I smile at him and he smiles briefly back at me, before grabbing my hair once again and dragging me off the bed. Then he bends me over the bed, face down. Part my legs apart and shoves his hard cock into my pussy. It hurts when he does it like this. Just shoves it right into me. Hits the cervix and buries it. God it hurts. I moan in agony and he covers my mouth to stifle the screams that are coming. He fucks and fucks and then suddenly he pulls out. I wait. Anxiously and pray he puts it back in and gives me some pleasure and not just pain.
I feel my tight asshole being tapped with his cock. Oh God! I brace myself. I am his to do as he pleases. He takes me as he likes, how he likes. My body is his. Oh God! I am so afraid of that pain. He suddenly pushes his cock into my ass and buries it to the hilt. I start to scream and he covers my mouth with his hand, then he whispers in my ear, “Take that pain for me.” I take it and God it just feels like hell. He pounds his cock mercilessly into me and buries it deeply in me. Grinds it into me and I am in agony. Slowly, ever so slowly the pain lets up and I start to feel pleasure and he starts to gently thrust into me and I start to moan from pleasure now and he lets me have this pleasure for sometime before he takes it away again and pounds his cock into me and it’s brutal. The pain is sheer agony. He pounds his cock a few more times really hard and then suddenly pulls out and I am gasping in pain and just as suddenly as it seems to be over, he shoves it right back in and starts to fuck me again. “What are you?” he asks. And I try so hard to tell him through the pain that he is inflicting upon me, “I’m your slut.” I gasp. “ I’m your whore,” I add and then lastly I tell him, “I’m your slave.” He pulls out and I am laying there sobbing on the bed and wanting, wanting so much to just cum. I need to cum. He gets the cane and starts caning me and oh God, I don’t know what is worst, the pain from the fucking of my ass, tearing it up as he does or the caning that he is giving me. He canes my ass, the back of my legs and my back and then back to my ass again and then he throws the cane aside and assaults my ass again.
Master just takes it and he is relentless this time. The pain is such that I start saying, “You’re hurting me,” and Master just keeps fucking. “It hurts,” I tell him and he says, “Take that pain for me,” and somehow it helps me when Master tells me this and I sob and cry as he rapes my ass and he delights in my pain and in hearing me cry. Finally, Master cums and I feel his cum warm up my insides and he collapses on top of me.
When he removes his cock from my shredded, sometimes bleeding ass, he will tell me if it happens, “You have made a mess.” Then he has me start the shower. Trembling I do this, because I can’t stop shaking. It is such torment when Master rapes my ass. We both get in to the shower and I take the shower hose, rinse off his cock that is filthy from my insides and then give him the shower hose to hold while I soap up his cock. I get down on my knees and soap up his cock and balls really well. Lovingly wash it for him. Get all the filth off of him and then I take the shower hose from him and rinse him off. I hand it back to Master. I smell his cock, taste it and if it still is not right, I start the process again and normally after doing this three times, Master’s cock smells nice and tastes nice again. Master will then tell me to clean myself up and leave me alone in the shower to do this. I am grateful for this time alone, so that I may have a moment to return back to my usual self.
When I rejoin Master in the bedroom, Master takes me in his arms, gently and tenderly kisses me. He holds me tight and if he is in a mood, like he is tonight, he wickedly whispers in my ear, “I am not done hurting you tonight. There will be so much more pain. I am not done hurting you yet.” I tell him, “Yes Master, whatever pleases you.” He holds me tight in his arms again and he tells me, “You’re such a good slave.” I melt into him and then he takes me into bed and he holds me close. He caresses me and sometimes I crumble and sob into his chest and cry it all out, till I feel better. He kisses me, caresses me and I sometimes fall asleep in his arms till I awaken once more from his touch and I know that Master wants me again.
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