SumYoungMaster
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The first part of my erotic fiction "Industrail training". This story is incomplete as of 2/16/10.
Enjoy.
The soft hum of the forklift coming to life makes you tremble, feeling your arms pulled above your head by the heavy forks. The thin chains jingle softly and pull taught, lifting you off the ground with a groan. It stops as you stand on your toes, barley able to touch the cardboard boxes beneath your bare feet. It was tough to keep yourself from swaying too much as you hung there bound in the middle of the dark warehouse.
It was dark except for the single light above you. All around you could see the outlines of shelves and boxes, equipment and supplies, the soft sound of the air circulating through. Your groans seem to slip off into the endlessness of the huge building as the hum of the forklift suddenly dies, the room going quiet as you hear movement behind you.
From the forklift your master climbs down, his footsteps on the cold concrete making you shiver. You could feel his gaze on you, your naked body exposed for him in its entirety. The blush burns through your cheeks as you feel your crotch throb in anticipation, despite your fear, watching your Master move to your side carrying his crop.
“What do you think of the new setting?” he asks darkly, stepping closer as you squirm in your bindings, anticipating the sharp sting of his crop on your skin. But as his hand touches your cheek you melt, leaning into him as you lose your footing, falling forward as he backs up suddenly. You cry out as you lean forward, a disappointed whine escaping your lips before a deep blush spreads over your body. Such a wanton display of need makes you shiver, your already wet pussy tightening as you felt your nipples hardening, turning quickly into nubs hard enough to cut glass, but as you squirmed, tied up like that, it felt so good.
The crop landing on your nipple immediately bring you back to reality, crying out as the sting courses through your body to your clit, making you shiver. The crop comes down on the other, tracing gentle circles around it as you gasp and begin moaning softly.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes” he whispers gently in your ear, making you tremble. He slips the crop into his back pocket, reaching into the front to pull out a box cutter, smiling at you as he holds it up and slides the blade out with a soft click. Unable to look away you watch, biting you lip as you feel the crotch of your jeans getting wetter, watching the blade nervously.
Your master’s hand grabbing your shirt makes you cry out surprised, feeling him tighten his grip on the fabric before slicing through it with the cutter. The fabric rips loudly as you feel it pull against your skin, his strong hands pulling your destroyed shirt to the ground, leaving you topless as you watch your master kick it away, grabbing your hips and pulling you up against him with a low growl. You lower your eyes as you feel him pull you against him, but despite yourself you grind yourself against his crotch, feeling the slight hint of a bulge. The thrill that he is enjoying this makes you gasp and grind harder.
His hand lands on your ass firmly, making you gasp and shake before another series landed firmly on your jean clad bottom. Torn between your master before you and his hands on your rear you squirm, your body trying to find the most pleasure, torn until his hands cup both your firm ass cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze.
“So many things I could do to you right now. Discipline my pet, maybe break out some toys for you” he says softly as he begins to squeeze and massage your ass, holding your body against him as you try to grind harder, feeling the gently pressure on your pussy from your jeans, needing to feel more. His hand ran down along your leg, your body lifting it to him as he smiles. “I’ll fuck you soon enough though” he whispers. “You just look so sexy like that.”
You didn’t think you had that much blood to make you blush. “Thank you master” you say softly, your voice cracking slightly only to make you blush harder, trying to burying your face against his neck in embarrassment. But as his fingers take hold of your nipple and give it a firm tug you jumps slightly, only to feel his soft fingertips begin to rub, squeeze, roll, and tug on your nipple.
The gentle touch is maddening; soft enough to just keep your attention but firm enough that each touch sent jolts through your body to your clit. As his other hand moves up to begin teasing the other one your eyes roll back in your head, your hips rocking involuntarily. It feels so good, his touch, the pleasure. You can feel the pressure building inside. Just from having your nipples played with? You’ve never cum that way. But as he rolls both your nipples between his fingers you tense. It sure feels like you could. Your breathing gets shallow as your body tightens up under the skilled teasing.
It stops as you feel his fingertip brush down over the curves of your breast, your body screaming in pleasured agony as you feel the peak of climax edge away. Your breathing slows as your eyes focus, gasping softly as your master grabs your jeans and spins you slowly.
Turning you around, he pulls your hips out, clicking out the box cutter again. Kneeling down he grabs the crotch of your pants, chuckling softly. “My pet is so wet!” he rubs your pussy gently through the fabric, making you moan as you feel the rough fabric press to the warm, sensitive folds of your slit. You moan and roll your hips as you feel him spank you. “Stay still you slut. You don’t want to get hurt do you?” You shake your head quickly as you feel him grab the pants again and start cutting. He is careful and, with more skill then you expected, removes the crotch of your jeans with relative ease.
The cool air of the warehouse blows over your naked crotch, making you tremble. You can feel your jeans hugging your legs, expect for where he cut which created a strange contrast. It felt like your pussy was on display, the wetness that was once contained now free to drip down your legs, which only added to your excitement. You were now fully exposed for him, your body for use at his will. And as you felt his hand reach down between your legs to fondle your wet slit, you knew you’d have it no other way.
His teasing finger slips inside you, making you moan and tense around him. As it began to fuck you slowly your hips began to push back against him, meeting his thrust. “Such a well trained pet you are” he comments, watching you move as his finger began to pull out. You groan and roll your hips, trying to get him back inside you, even if it’s only a finger, gasping as you feel his deft finger dip inside you and bend, the tip pressing firmly against your g-spot and rubbing it teasingly.
The shock to your body makes you see spots for a moment, gasping for breath as he hit the sensitive nerves inside you. You can sense him grinning as he begins to rub it more, feeling the spongy flesh inside you as your whole body tensed in responds.
With a soft chuckle he slowed and pulled his wet fingers from you slit, your body going limp to hang from your bindings. You try to stand on shakily legs, already unstable from the high hooks holding you up, but as you feel your masters arm wrap around your front you relax, his grip steadying you. Through half slit eyes you watch his finger lift to your mouth, the scent of your lust filling your nose as you feel your body warm at the erotic aroma. Your lips part as your tongue pulls the wet digit into your mouth, suckling softly as you close your eyes, letting master caress and pet your form.
Letting go of you you smile softly, hearing your master move around to the lift again to grab something. Stepping back in front of you you can hear more chains jingling, and open your eyes just as you see him attach a pair of nipple clamps to your rock hard nubs. The rubber tips bit into your nipples slightly, making you howl out and pant as you felt the chain slap against your stomach. With every movement, every sway you made you felt your nipples tugged by the moving chains, and each tug made you moan softly as it continued to fuel your burning arousal.
The sharp click of a camera makes you jump. You look up to see your master a few feet away, a camera clicking away as you feel the color fade from your face. “A few fun memories” he joked, taking another picture. “And these will look great on fetlife.” The thought made your pussy throb despite yourself. All those people looking of this erotic photo of you. Not only erotic, extreme. You felt yourself smiling and moving slightly, trying to pose for the camera, but the high position of the forks limited your options. As he snapped a few more pictures you moved and turned, showing off for him, feeling thrilled as you showed off how sexy you look. And as you caught a glimpse of your master smiling, you melt, thrilled to be pleasing him so.
After he stops he moves up to you and stops you, his hand sliding up to your side to let his fingers touch your breast teasingly. You moan in need and arching your back, trying to lean up to kiss him as his lips brush yours.
“Please… master” you whisper, your voice dry. “Please fuck this pet.
(To Be continued)
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