My Story (Fictional)

When I came through the doors from arrivals and first saw him standing there, I felt my knees go weak. I was suddenly sure that I would not be able to walk the 10 feet to meet him. It was funny, I thought, how he was holding a card with my name on. As if I needed that to recognize him! I only had his description of himself, but I would recognize him anywhere. I had waited so long for this moment. He saw me and smiled, at his smile I felt my legs strengthen, and felt my brain nudge the tendons in my legs to start walking again.

I walked towards him, nervous, would he still want me, now I was real? Of course, as I thought about it, he would most likely feel the same way: would I still like him? Of course I did, so I pushed my doubts into the corner of my mind, and reached him. He greeted me in the way that I had once requested of him, with a warm hug, and a slow lingering kiss.

As we walked to the car he carried my suitcase in one hand and my hand in the other. We talked about the flight; how I coped (I hate flying). We got to his car, and he loaded my case into the back, and opened the passenger door for me, as if I were a proper lady. We drove in comfortable silence for the most part, except when he would point out interesting landmarks to me. Like Masturbation Glade for example. We got to his house, and again he opened both the car and house door for me.

As I walked in, I was struck by how beautifully decorated his home was. He showed me the bedroom I would be staying in. It was a room where I could always go, to be alone, and where I could feel safe. He would not come in unless I invited him in. I did not want this room, I wanted to be with him when I slept, whether in his bed or on the floor next to his bed. But I could see the sense in having my own room.

He left me in my room to unpack, and I started, but I was suddenly overcome by the magnitude of what I had done. I had left my family and friends for him. I had moved across an ocean, all to be his slave. What if I had made the wrong decision? I crawled onto the bed and buried my head in the pillow and started sobbing. As I laid there I thought about what had made me come here. It was not a hasty decision; it was months in the making. I thought about how confident my master had made me, how beautiful I felt now. How proud I felt to be his. As I thought these things I remembered that I was happy to be here, that I could visit my family whenever I wanted, and that I would make new friends. I laughed as I stood up, at my silliness, and noticed master standing in the doorway with a sad and pained expression on his beautiful face. I did not know how to explain, and as I was thinking of the right words, he said “I’ll book you a flight home as soon as I can; this door locks, and help yourself to any food in the house.” I flung myself at him and held him tightly. “I am tired master, but I don’t want to go anywhere, the only place I could ever be is with you!” I said quietly. I looked up at his face and saw that it was still troubled. So I decided that to do something that we had never discussed, but would (I hoped) prove to him that I wanted to be his slave. I stripped off all my clothes and shoes. His eyes got wide, but I think that he was too dumbstruck by my boldness to stop me. When I was naked I knelt down on the floor in front of him, knees shoulder width apart, bum resting on my heels. I laid my hands on my thighs palms upwards, lastly I lowered my head. There I stayed. There I stayed until I felt my master walk around behind me, put his hands on my shoulders and gently made me rise. He turned me around so that I was facing him; he looked down at me and smiled that devastating smile at me. He engulfed me in his arms and rested his head atop mine. I knew in that instant that I had made the right decision, and that we would be very happy.
He told me to get dressed and that he would go and cook some dinner. I got dressed in some jeans and a baggy jumper.
I went downstairs to find my master in the kitchen, cooking pasta. It smelt wonderful. I was suddenly ravenous and my stomach grumbled loudly. I heard my master chuckle and I looked down at the ground as I blushed. Then I felt his fingertip under my chin, tilting my head up towards him and he said “Never hide your blushes from me” before he lowered his lips to mine. He broke the kiss and returned to his cooking. Once it was done, we ate with a glass of chilled rose wine, and it was delicious. He did let me help him stack the dishes in the machine. Once the kitchen was tidied up he led me to the living room, where he sat on the sofa, and left me to sit where I wanted. I chose to sit next to him; we sat a very polite distance apart. That is, until I realised how absurd this was, we had shared much more intimate moments via e-mail, so I started laughing. Master looked at me, and frowned, but as I breathlessly tried to explain what was so funny, he started laughing along with me. Then he grabbed me and settled me how he wanted in his lap. I was truly very comfortable. Master flicked the TV on and we settled down to watch a film. At some point I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, I was in my room in the bed, under the covers. Master had undressed me and put me in some pyjamas that he must have bought for me, because he knows I hate sleeping in pyjamas, but not in a strange place. I was terribly thirsty, so I went downstairs to get a glass of water. As I walked into the kitchen it was all dark, and as I didn’t know my way around properly I turned the light on. I nearly jumped out of my skin as Master was revealed sitting in a chair, his head slumped against the table, and a bottle of whisky open, next to his outstretched arm. I forgot all about the glass of water and grabbed his arms. He murmured something I didn’t understand. I told him that it would be alright, I would get him upstairs to bed. I was a little concerned that he might throw up on me, but decided that I could always sort that out later. As I though this he did throw up, but missed me and hit the carpet. Nice. I struggled with him up the stairs, he was dead weight and considerably taller than my 5foot. Nonetheless after much huffing and puffing on my part I managed to get up the stairs and into his bedroom, I laid him on the bed as gently as I could. I wasn’t as brave as my master, and I just took his shoes off. As I leaned over him to tuck him under the covers, he grabbed hold of me and pulled me to him. Now whilst I was glad that he wanted me, I was conscious of the cleaning I needed to do. I tried to make him let go of me, but he wouldn’t so I gave up, and snuggled against him, as he seemed to want me to do.
After several hours he relaxed his grip, and I was able to turn and look at the time 6am! Time to be getting up (with jet lag timings) and clean. I managed to wriggle out of his grasp. I went downstairs, carefully avoiding the place I needed to clean. I found what I needed in the kitchen cupboards after only a little searching. I got my mp3 player from my room and started cleaning enthusiastically. The first that I knew that my master was awake was when I saw his shadow fall upon me. I looked up, and saw his expression. “What are you doing?” He demanded. “I am just cleaning up, master” I answered meekly, wondering how on earth I could have got everything so wrong so quickly. Were all my months of training wasted, did I remember nothing of what I was supposed to do? “And what are you cleaning up?” he asked me quietly. I really didn’t want to answer that! I started to mumble something, until he grabbed my arms and pulled me up. He ripped the rubber gloves off my hands, sat me at the top of the stairs, and started to clean the mess himself.

A short while later we were both sat in the kitchen silently drinking coffee. “I am sorry, that you had to deal with that my love” master said quietly. “I was worried that I had pushed you into this, and got a bit stupid with the whisky.” I got up and stood behind him, I wrapped my arms around him and whispered into his ear, “I love you”. The next thing I knew I was flat on my back on the kitchen table with master above me kissing me with so much force I barely knew what to do. I certainly couldn’t think straight. There was something digging into my back and I wriggled to try and get it to stop digging in, and I think that master took that as encouragement for something else, as he started to undo my pyjama top. Don’t get me wrong I was not about to stop him, but it was really hurting my back now, so I pushed him up a little and removed the offending item. He obviously thought that I was saying “no”, so before he could get offended and get away from me, I pulled him back by his tee-shirt and kissed him hard. He got the point. He carried on removing my pyjama top, and as my chest was revealed to him, he paused and just looked. I mean, who just looks. He stood like that for ages. I started wondering what was wrong with them, so I sat up and l had a look. I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, so I started prodding them and lifting them to see what was wrong with my breasts, as he was still staring at them. At this display master started chuckling “what are you doing?” he quizzed me. “Well I could ask you the same thing, why are you just staring at them? What’s wrong with them?” I asked. “Nothing, I was amazed at how beautiful they are your descriptions of them have not done them justice.” I stared dumbfounded at him. “What?” I asked stupidly. “Your description of your breasts was not accurate, they are more beautiful than you said” master said slowly. I looked at him to see if he was making fun of me, and decided that he was not. I shrugged, blushed and lay back down on the table top. Master went back to disrobing me. He removed my pyjama bottoms, and I knew he was looking at the way I had shaved for him, just as he asked, only ¾ quarters of an inch leading towards my pussy. He leaned his head down towards my pussy saying “I have waited so long to taste you”. I shivered at his words, as they were filled with lust for me.

At the first flick of his tongue against my clit I nearly came, so long had I been waiting for this. I couldn’t though, not unless I was prepared for a punishment, which I knew would be more severe now that he could punish me himself. It was so difficult not to cum though, he really was doing a wonderful job. He could sense me building towards my orgasm, and he growled up at me “don’t you dare cum, slave.” I quivered slightly at his tough tone. He stopped what he was doing, and yes I did let out a small whimper, only to feel his hand slap against my pussy. “You will not complain if I decide to stop something, you are my slave, you are here to please me, and me alone. If I chose to let you cum, it is a gift not a right, do you understand me slut?” I nodded and whispered “Yes master”. He returned to his ministrations on my clitoris and my pussy lips, which incidentally felt divine. I was worried; I had always managed to control my orgasms before by deliberately not touching myself, and distracting myself with other ways (cleaning etc), but master wasn’t going to let me get away with it. I tried very hard to think unsexy things, but it was impossible, as master had now started to thrust two fingers inside me. After a little while he made me look at him (I had shut my eyes) and he took his fingers from inside me, and put them into his mouth and licked them clean. Well that was me gone, the sight of my master licking my juices from him, made me orgasm harder than I had in a long time. Master was silent as I came, shuddering on the kitchen table. When my orgasm had subsided, he looked at me, disappointed. He helped me off of the table and led me to the living room. He had me get down onto all fours. I was very nervous since I had cum, he hadn’t said a word. He left the room for a moment and then returned with something in his hand, I could not see what it was. He stood behind me silently, for ages. I wanted to turn round to see him, but I knew I would be in worse trouble for that, so I stayed put. Eventually he spoke. “You know you are not allowed to cum unless I give you express permission. You have disobeyed me, and for that you must be punished. You will receive 60 smacks to each of your ass cheeks, and then because it was your pussy that let you down, you will receive 70 there.” I managed not to whimper as he continued “you will count each stoke out, but will make no other sound, is that clear?” “Yes master” I said quietly. He began with my left ass cheek. I soon discovered what he had in his hand when he returned, it was a paddle. And it HURT a lot. I counted as he went, by the time he got to 15 I wanted to cry out, as each smack made me lurch forward. Finally I reached 60, and breathed a sigh of relief, only to then remember the other cheek, and my pussy. Master gently caressed my left as cheek. I have to admit that felt good. Then he started on my right ass cheek. The only thing I can say that got me through this is that I knew I deserved it, I had disobeyed him. By the time he got to 30 on this cheek, silent tears were rolling down my face. The numbers were coming out breathlessly as I struggled to keep my composure. At 60, I very nearly collapsed against the floor. I didn’t however, but without needing to be told I turned so that I was on my back, ready for my final spanking. I knew that master had designed it so that my ass cheeks would hurt even more against the carpet. I closed my eyes ready for the stokes to begin. This time master used his hand, and so it was a little gentler, or so I thought. As the strokes increased so did the force with which he struck. I always found it more sexy than painful to spank my pussy, but now I was not so sure. Tears were flowing down my face as he got to 70, and I counted out the last number. I had not once made a sound, just like he said. He scooped me into his arms, and kissed my tear stained face. “I am so proud of you my love” he whispered in my ear before lowering his mouth to mine, for a tender kiss.

Master carried my upstairs to his bedroom. He laid me gently down on his bed. He lay down next to me, and stroked my cheek. My ass and pussy were throbbing; I had definitely been too gentle when administering his punishments back in England. I wanted to curl up in a
little ball and sleep. I turned onto my side and brought my knees up to my chest, so that I was in a protective position. Master could not have helped but notice this, but rather than get upset at himself, he curled himself around me, and gently whispered soft love words into my ear until I fell asleep. When I awoke several hours later it was to find master still curled around me protectively. I tried to get up, but I was pinned to him. I thought to myself that I would just enjoy being held by him, so I relaxed back into his arms. As I did so, I noticed a very hard thing poking me in the back. Well, there is only one thing that could have been! I rolled over in his arms, as he was still sleeping. I looked at his face; it looked so peaceful in sleep. I gently brushed his hard erection with my fingertips, and his face twitched slightly in his sleep. I got a little braver, and cupped my hand over his erection, I marvelled at how large it felt. I moved my
hand to the inside of his pants, and past his boxers until I felt the smooth skin of his cock. I slowly started moving my hand up and down it, not wanting to wake him I wasn’t using as much pressure as I could have. I was concentrating so hard on what I was doing, that I didn’t
notice master open his eyes and smile at what I was trying to achieve. All of a sudden I heard a husky voice in my ear “if you are going to carry on doing that, you had better be prepared for the consequences”. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I blushed all the way down to my
breasts. I was so embarrassed that I had been caught in such a position, that I started to move away, without realising that my hand was still trapped in his boxers. I was swiftly brought back to him with a tug of my arm. I rolled back over to face him. He smiled and kissed me passionately. I forgot about my embarrassment and instinctively started rubbing him again. He groaned into my mouth and I increased the pressure a little. We stayed like that for an age, kissing and me stroking his erection. I was not paying attention to what I was doing, he is THAT good at kissing, and before I had acknowledged that his body had stiffened, I felt his seed pump out all over my hand. We broke our kiss both as astonished as the other. He looked at me with an
impenetrable face, until I grinned like a kid that had been given the key to the sweet shop. I moved down his body, and cleaned him up. Well I can’t have master going around dirty can I!??