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Master, The Pretty Slave Girl And His Mistress  

PinaAndNick 64M/59F  
8 posts
9/30/2019 6:50 am
Master, The Pretty Slave Girl And His Mistress


Chapter 1

Chess and other games

They were playing chess. He was teaching her. He had played chess for many and believed it might be of value her understand the game. He used chess as a metaphor for certain types of confrontations. He enjoyed the elegance of the various openings. In this game, he had tried execute The King's Indian, a somewhat complex opening, but her was so erratic he had modify his plans.

He was , no, moves from mate and was becoming bored going through a sure thing. Suddenly his demeanor changed, he looked over at her and said casually, “Okay pretty slave , that’s enough. You know what you have do.”

“But,” she stammered.

“Oh dear, that was a mistake. That will get you ,” he said.

“No… wait...” she was clearly flustered.

“Goodness me, that’s another ,” he said.

She visibly shrank from the chair. “Yes master,” she said meekly.

“Upstairs or downstairs, sir?”

“I think we’ll start downstairs.”

She immediately arose from her chair and walked bedroom at the back of the house. She undressed down her panties and bra, folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the bed. Then she walked the wall and stood facing it with her hands on the wall above her head. She waited several minutes alone he came in.

“Your punishment is coming, but first we’re doing something else,” he said, as he walked into the room and stepped behind her.

“Yes sir,” is all she said.

He began tracing the edges of her brassiere. Her excitement, which had begun immediately, with her saying, “yes master,” was increasing. When he cupped of her breasts she moaned.

“Ohhhh…”

“There is no moaning”, he said sternly. “All you may do is purr, like a cat”.

She was confused, she tried several ways of purring before she found which she was happy with.

“Well, ’s something we’ll have work on, “ he said. “, a - should be able do a pussycat, don’t you think so pretty slave ?”

“Yes sir.”

“Now, let tell you the rules of this game, the pretty slave can purr but can’t make any other noises, also, and this is very important. The pretty slave cannot have an orgasm master says it’s okay. Is clear?”

“Yes sir.”

“The pretty slave has already earned herself good ones, if she can by the rules, she can erase 3.” As he said this, he was lightly biting her neck and undoing the clasps of her bra. When it was done, he moved her hands down, slipped the bra off her arms and tossed it on the bed with her other clothes. Then moved her hands back onto the wall above her head.

He took both nipples between his thumb and index finger and pulled on them hard. She gasped.

“Oh dear, pretty slave ’s more, you’re going the wrong way.”

He pulled and stroked her nipples and breasts for several minutes and then his hand went down between her legs. He could feel her clitoris. It was swollen and hard. He massaged it, gently first and then harder. Her breathing was getting ragged, her excitement beyond her control, suddenly an orgasm flooded over her.

“Oh god” she gasped.

He slowed and then stopped. Her breathing became more measured. The orgasm subsiding, she was anxious, worried about the punishment, for not abiding by the rules.

He moved her hands down to her sides then slowly turned her around. The front of her panties were stained with her . A small wet spot could be seen.

“Oh , I see the pretty slave has wet her pants. What shall we do?”

He knelt before her, pushing her legs further apart and then putting his mouth on the wet spot and chewing and licking her clitoris through her panties. It was not long before she climaxed again. Again, he allowed her breathing to become more regular before slipping the wet panties off and taking her clitoris into his mouth and sucking hard on it. She leaned back against the wall bracing herself with her hands, angling her hips up, allowing him to get more of her into his mouth. It was a short while she had her third orgasm.

“Oh god,” she said without thinking.

He immediately arose, “Hmmmm, a talking pussycat, will wonders never cease.”

She stood naked before him, her mind reeling with ideas of what the severity of her punishment might be for so very much, not abiding by the rules of the game.

“Well, by count was orgasms. I correct pretty slave ?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, what”? he said with irritation his voice.

“Yes sir,” she said quickly, correcting herself.

“So, let’s see, the oh god’s we have set each, I just can’t see the orgasms less than each. There was the from before, plus the oh gods, ’s , orgasms without permission, is another , for a total of twenty-.”

“ Oh, pretty slave , is going be quite a red bottom. I tell you what, we’ll another game upstairs, perhaps, with some luck, you can lower your .”

“Okay pretty slave , scoot along.”

“Yes master,” she said as she made her way up the stairs and the upstairs room where she took a collar from desk drawer and put it on, then she took a blindfold. Next, she walked to the foot of the bed where she knelt on a mat, at that point putting on the blindfold, and waited, wondering what this next game might possibly be.

She heard him moving about downstairs putting things onto a tray. She felt it must have been or minutes before she heard his footsteps on the stairs, it had been minutes.

“Okay pretty slave , I have a little job for you before we get our next game.”

She heard him unzip his pants. She imagined him taking his cock.

“Here is the job, clean master’s cock, but you may not touch master with your hands, and you can lick master, like a--” He paused.

"Like a pussycat?" whispered the slave , but then she immediately regretted it, hoping master hadn't heard.

She quickly leaned forward and began licking along the shaft of his cock she so wanted take it into her mouth, but she didn’t dare break another rule. After a few minutes he said, “Okay, ’s enough. Time for our next game.”

He put his cock back into his pants and then rezipped them. He took her by her left arm helped her stand and then moved her to the middle of the bed.

“Put your hands together above your head.”

She immediately did as he asked. He tied her hands together above her head and then tied the rope to bed frame. Next, he took her right leg, made a knot around her ankle and then tied the other end to the bed frame above her head forcing her leg into the air. He repeated it on the other leg. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. Her mind raced through possibilities a combination of excitement and apprehension. He leaned next to her ear and whispered.

“Are you pretty slave ?”

“Yes sir, forever sir.”

He straightened up and spoke normal volume.

“Okay, we are twenty-, is more than you have ever gotten once. So here is the game, I am going put something on either your nipples or your lovely pussy. If you guess what it is you reduce by the of spanks you get, if you wish smell and then guess you reduce the of spanks by , if you wish taste it you reduce the by .”

“I have sensations for you experience, you can choose nipple or pussy. “

She immediately said “ Nipple, please sir.” She had decided , because of her position with her breasts being put up so close her head she might be able smell what was being put on her nipples without even having ask.

He rubbed the semi clear liquid onto her nipple. Her nipple immediately began to harden. It smelt sweet and sour at the time.

“Is it, lemon juice?” she asked.

“I’m sorry”, he said with irritation his voice.

“I’m sorry master.” She said quickly followed by “Is it, lemon juice sir?”

“Good for you, you got it. However, I pondering if the pretty slave should get the points considering the disrespectful way, she addressed master.”

“I’m sorry master, please forgive , I promise I won’t forget again, ever, I promise”. Her tone was so remorseful, her apology so sincere, he smiled, which, because of the blindfold, she could not see.

“Okay, you can have the points pretty slave .”

“Down twenty, good for you. What a clever pretty slave .”

He put his mouth on her nipple and licked and sucked off the lemon juice.

“Okay, next, nipple or pussy?”

“Nipple please sir.”

It felt viscous there was no smell. No, there was, but slight.

“Is it, is it melted chocolate sir?”

“ goodness, you are quite the clever, pretty slave .”

He put his mouth over her nipple and again licked and sucked off all the chocolate.

“Down , good for you.”

“Nipple or pussy?”

“Nip” she began say when he interrupted her.

“You know what, I’m picking this time. I think the way I have you tied up has given an advantage which I had not anticipated”.

He rubbed something on her clitoris, it felt cold and at the time.

“I don’t know, sir. I need taste it sir.”

He reached down her exposed pussy and rubbed his finger along her clitoris, then put the finger in her mouth. She could taste herself, her mind flashed across all the women she had been with, the women she had tasted, and something else.

“Is it, mustard sir?

“Good for you. Down to pretty slave .”

He put his head between her legs licking the mustard off her clitoris, she moaned.

“Last , and it’s dealer’s choice.”

She felt something gritty being rubbed on her clitoris.

“Is it pepper?” she said quickly it felt .

“Sorry pretty slave , you should have got . After all it is of your many names.”

“Cinnamon ?”, she asked.

“Excuse me”, he said his voice raised

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry master, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry master.”

“You clearly have a distinct understanding of the word forever, I thought, and correct me if I wrong”, he said his voice dripping with sarcasm, “you promised particular indiscretion would never happen again.”

“This is a punishment I will enjoy.

“, goodness.”

“But I can be benevolent. I tell you what if I use the riding crop it drops . Pretty slave ’s choice.”

“Can… master… can I do a combination?”

“Certainly.”

“Then…then.. then master please spanks and with the riding crop.”

“Very good. We’ll reduce the spanks 6 and the riding crop honor of your excellent math<b> skills.

</font></b>She counted the spanks as he had asked. The sharp slaps with the riding crop were accompanied by her cries of pain. He then undressed, left her tied as she was and had his way with her, each thrust filled with pleasure and pain as he moved against her very red bottom. They came together.

He pulled himself and then untied her. Lay next her and said, “So, was that fun Love?”

“Oh god, that was amazing.”

He kissed her with tenderness. “I’ll be right back.” He arose went downstairs and returned with a wet wash cloth a towel and ointment. He cleaned her gently, dried her, and then kissed her clitoris. Then turned her over and applied the ointment to her very red bottom.

“After that,” he said, “I can’t imagine what’s in store for me.”

“,” she said, “just you wait enry iggins, just you wait.”

IEATOUT_69_az 48M
11 posts
10/2/2019 1:54 pm

Thanks for posting


nonmoraloral M

1/25/2020 12:40 pm

I very much enjoyed your story, cant wait for the next installment,


dpguy1957 67M  
501 posts
2/4/2020 12:22 pm

WOW !!!!


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