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"Master"
The envelope had been delivered under the door. An ugly manila envelope
contained a letter, a plane ticket and a set of instructions. Inside
the
manila envelope was a smaller envelope with red writing in a strong
masculine scrawl,
DO NOT OPEN UNTIL FURTHER INSTRUCTED.
Nira had studied the envelope and letter for hours in her little
apartment in San Francisco.
Nira,
I know your innermost thoughts. Don't deny them. I have watched
you
and admired you. I wish to help you release your true desires. Allow
me
to be your teacher, and your master. Please, my dear, follow the
instructions I have sent you.
Eric
Eric?
Where had she heard that name? She knew no one by that name.
Except...oh, except the man who had visited the shop once or twice.
She
remembered him because he was quite eccentric. Eric something. He
was
from Europe, lived in England but had a touch of French to his voice.
A
wealthy businessman had visited the shop, a tiny women's boutique
in
Mission district. He had bought a gift for a lady friend. Could
this be
him? These instructions were so strange, but so exciting. She could
not
believe she wanted to do this. To go to England and meet a total
stranger and...sex? What was she thinking?
3 days later
It was raining Hell bent when the plane touched down at Heathrow.
She
followed instructions to the last detail. The letter had said to
not
bring anything with her but the clothing she had on. She wore navy
blue
slacks and a white sweater; her hair tucked up under a hat. Now
she was
to find a man in a black tuxedo, easy to notice at an airport. He
would
be holding a sign with her name on it. His name was Jack.
She found him.
She was not to speak to him, and he was not to speak to her. He
made a
gesture with his hand for her to follow, and he led her to a gold
toned
Mercedes. The drive was long, frightening and nervous. Nira was
wishing
she had not come here. She must be crazy. She was looking out the
window
as Jack drove up a long narrow driveway to a massive estate with
lavish
gardens. This was just outside London. This was it. She took a deep
breath. The car stopped and Jack opened the door for her. He smiled
to
her and then drove away, leaving her in the rain on the doorstep.
Her
heart pounded and her thoughts strayed to the danger of what she
was
doing. Timidly, she knocked on the door three times. The instructions
had said to knock only three times, no more, no less. She was to
meet
Clara, the maid, and do as Clara said.
Clara opened the door.
Clara was a tall blonde woman of about 30, with classic features
and
long legs, a perfect contrast to Nira's dark, exotic beauty of Indian
lineage.
"I'm Clara. Follow me." Was all that was said.
Nira followed the woman into a Victorian sitting parlor and was
startled
as the blonde woman handed her another envelope of instructions.
Clara left the room.
Slowly, Nira opened the envelope and read the instructions.
REMOVE YOUR CLOTHING.
PLACE EACH PIECE OF CLOTHING IN THE FIREPLACE.
IN THE CEDAR CHEST NEAR YOU, YOU WILL FIND NEW CLOTHING.
DRESS YOURSELF CAREFULLY AND CORRECTLY.
IN THE CHEST YOU WILL ALSO FIND A BLINDFOLD.
WEAR IT.
WAIT FOR ME, STANDING. DO NOT SIT.
Something stirred inside her. She felt a mix of fear and arousal
as she
began to undress. She cried as she placed her clothing in the fire
and
heard the crisp sound of the flames eating away the fabric. The
cedar
chest indeed held new clothes for her. She lifted up the first garment
and bit her lip. In her hand, she held a black latex corset. In
the
cedar chest was matching panties, black garter belts and stockings,
and
long black latex evening gloves. Beneath all of it was a delicate
blindfold. With hesitation, she slipped on the panties and stockings,
attached the garters and then laced herself into the corset, it's
restricting boning making it difficult to breathe correctly. Last
was
the blindfold. She stood in place in the parlor, her fear eating
her
away.
"Beautiful." A male voice made her jump with fear. This
was her
admirer, her master. She could not see him, only hear him. Yes,
the
French in the voice was there. She longed to see him. It was maddening.
"You are definitely exquisite, my dear."
She was too shocked to say anything. She trembled as she felt him
closer
to her; she could feel his breath on her forehead. And then, she
felt
his hands touch the slick fabric of the corset, and though she barely
felt it through the stiffness of the material, it was strongly erotic
the way he touched her. His hand moved over her hip and thigh,
"Raise your arms." He instructed and she obeyed. The lift
caused her
breasts to come out of their enclosure, which was what he hoped
for. Now
her rather large breasts were bare on the top half and her nipples
hardened against the latex, poking over the rim of the corset.
"Pink cherries, so lovely..." he mused and she flinched
as he pinched a
hardened nipple and caressed it with his fingers. He seemed to walk
away
from her as he spoke,
"I saw you in the shop. So pretty, so innocent, and yet, you
were
obviously in need. You need someone to teach you. You are a submissive,
a bottom, Nira. I wish to be your master. Do you want a master,
Nira? If
you say no, we will stop all this at once. Only the willing, Nira.
Only
the willing."
Only the willing. The words comforted her, but she was longing for
him,
for anyone to ease the ache, to satisfy her desires. She nodded
a yes to
him.
"No, Nira, speak to me with one word, yes or no. Understand
that you
will never truly be hurt, you need but say my name three times and
all
will end. Understand? Never fear me. I am here to pleasure you,
Nira."
Slowly, the word escaped her mouth,
"Yes...Master."
He smiled.
"Good then we can continue. Nira, bend down on your hands and
knees,
gracefully."
She did as he asked, with the hard wood floor cold on her knees.
"Very well, my sweet. You are obedient. Now, arch your back
so that I
may see your cunt."
She hesitated, and he saw right through her.
"This bothers you, doesn't it? Not the action, but the words
I use.
Cunt. You don't like it. It is...pornographic, and so nasty. Or
is it
because it excites you that you hesitate? Do you like me to speak
in
vulgar words to you?"
"I...yes, I like it..."
"Then obey."
She arched her back.
"Spread your legs open so I may see you more clearly. Ah, yes,
that is
nice. Such a pretty, pink pussy. I can see you glistening. You are
very
wet, Nira. Tell me what you want. Be honest with me, Nira."
She was crying now, but she did not know why.
Her voice came out slow and distorted,
"I want...I...want you to touch me..."
He came close to her again and carefully but firmly, he pushed her
head
to the floor with his foot so that her bottom was arched high and
her
pussy clearly visible, even the tiny wet pearl of her core was obvious.
"You want more than that, Nira. And you will receive it in
your first
lesson. You are not honest, Nira. You did not tell me what you feel.
You
did not obey. And you will be punished."
She heard a drawer open, and from it he took a thick handled riding
crop
of black leather. She trembled, not knowing what he held in his
hand.
Without words, he gave her a swat on the behind. She jerked a bit,
and
he touched the red spot on her backside with his hand, feeling its
warmth. Another swat, and she felt his hand move to her wet pussy.
He
stroked her there.
"Open yourself." He ordered her.
She was confused. She hesitated and he became harsh, the elegance
in his
voice gone.
"Reach down and spread your pussy lips with your fingers. I
want to see
your tight little cunt."
She shuddered at that word again, but the harshness in his voice
made
her even more excited. She reached down and parted her inner lips
and
held the position for his further instruction.
"Can you be honest with me, Nira? Answer me with one word."
"Yes."
"Then tell me, what do you want?"
"I want...to feel pleasure and pain, Master. I want you inside
me...twisting me, torturing me. I want you to...to..."
"Say it, Nira."
"Punish me, Master. I want you to punish me. I want you to
talk dirty
to me and pull my hair..."
She heard him laugh, the elegance returning to his cultured voice.
He swatted her with the riding crop, again and again and again,
each
time harder than the last and she found herself rocking on her hands
and
knees in anticipation of it.
"Spread your legs wider...I am going to give you the punishment
you
want, with this riding crop, and I want you to move on it as if
it were
me. If you please me, I will reward you, if not, you'll take this
crop
until you beg to be released from it."
She felt the thick handle of the leather crop rub against her clit.
She
felt his fingers, the soft material of his sleeve, and then, she
gasped
as he plunged the handle into her pussy with little mercy. He began
to
push it in and out and she rocked with it, gently at first, then
she
remembered his warning. She could not be impaled like this for so
long!
She must satisfy him. She rocked more vigorously against it and
jerked
her hips back and forth against his hand. The pressure against her
clit
was maddening. She felt the wetness between her thighs and she felt
the
culmination of her passion swelling in her loins. She wanted him,
this
man she barely remembered his face. This man who now owned her sexually.
The master who held this phallus-like thing in which she now abused
herself on. She moaned and cried out. She shook violently and longed
for
him to please her with his own body.
"Master please! I will go insane without you!" she could
not help but
cry out.
Then, to her utter confusion, the crop was removed, but nothing
replaced
it. It was silence. She shivered and waited for some kind of reprimand
for her disobedience. She heard footsteps. The scuffle of clothing.
She
longed for him. Then she heard his voice,
"Suckle her."
And to her disbelief, she felt a warm, wet mouth on her pussy, a
tongue
lapping her up and flickering against her clit. She wanted to cry
out.
Oh God! This was Carla! The woman's mouth sucked at Nira's clit,
making
it swell and making her come in little spasms of pleasure. Nira
was
pressing her hips to Clara's hungry mouth and Eric was fingering
Clara's
platinum blonde pussy feverishly.
"Let her up." He ordered Clara. She obeyed him as well
as any slave to
a master. Obviously, he had trained Clara long ago.
He pulled Nira to her feet and he lay on the floor, on the soft
rug by
the fire, his body now naked, and his organ erect and large. Clara
helped to position the blindfolded Nira so that Nira was straddled
on
top of her master, only her back was facing him, like riding a horse
backwards. Clara positioned Nira to lean back so that her arms were
propping herself up and her master's cock was pushed far up inside
her,
yet her clit was not touched. Clara kneeled between Eric's legs
and
began to lick Nira's wet pussy and tickle Eric's cock as he moved
in and
out of her at the same time. She gave both of them simultaneous
oral
pleasure. Nira rode her master well and moaned as she jammed his
cock
into her with her thrusts. She even reached one hand down to part
her
pussy lips for Clara as she licked her clit. Nira thought she would
never stop coming, and then her Master requested Nira to change
positions, so that Nira was once again on her hands and knees. Clara
was
to lie down in front on Nira. Her master took no time at all to
ram
himself inside Nira's waiting pussy, and with a graceful push, he
guided
Nira's face down to Clara's spread pussy lips so that Nira could
taste
the other woman. Nira surprised herself. The taste of Clara turned
her
on more than she expected. She wished she could rip the blindfold
off,
but she fought the urge. Instead she lapped at the sweet, wet pussy,
imagining what it must look like. Clara squirmed beneath her and
with a
cry as her master took the riding crop and spanked her backside
with it,
Nira came again in a powerful spasm, then tasted the wetness as
Clara
came with her. Nira felt her master's hands reach beneath her to
hold
her breasts as he made his last powerful thrusts into her, and with
a
loud groan that could have been pleasure or agony, he released inside
her, paralyzed for a moment, then he drew out of her.
"Stay how you are." He instructed Nira.
"Clara, leave us." And Clara obeyed.
Nira remained on her hands and knees, her wetness on her thighs
making
her painfully conscious of herself. And then he left her. She dared
not
move. She remained this way for close to a half-hour until he returned
to her.
"Nira, my sweet," his elegant voice began. "I am
going to remove your
blindfold, and you are going to look at me and say nothing. Then
you
will pick up the clothing I have laid out for you and dress yourself
in
them. You will pick up your plane ticket and return home without
saying
a word. Understood?"
She nodded her head and said,
"Yes, master."
His hands carefully removed her blindfold and she stood up to her
full
height, gazing at him.
He was more handsome than she had remembered. A tall man of over
six
feet, with sandy blond hair and the brightest, blue gray eyes she
had
ever witnessed. His body was lean and well shaped. His age, perhaps
forty-five, only began to show around his eyes in the tiny, fine
lines
there. She breathed him in, smelled his cologne, some expensive
fragrance from a French brand she could not place, but was familiar
with. His clothing was designer, cashmere and silk. He had the utmost
air of sophistication about him, but he said nothing to her. She
longed
to hear his voice, to touch him and finally, she had to touch him.
She
lifted herself on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek softly and he stroked
her hair with the back of his hand, before she cast her eyes down
and
smiled.
She watched silently as he walked back up the stairs and disappeared.
She dressed herself and locked the door behind her.
It was eleven months later when she received a manila envelope under
her
door for the second time. She ripped open the package to read its
contents. Written in red ink on blue stationary were the words,
"Miss me?"
Nira saw her master only once a year, and never did she say more
than
two words to him.
Yes, Master.
--- the end? ---
Story Submitted By "Maralily"
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