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Master2noone -> Chapter 9 Heather's Master (3/21/2014 7:36:20 AM)
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Chapter Nine: New Orleans bound
“Heather comes here please.” Julian said. Heather walked in the room. Julian and Thomas were sitting on the sofa. Julian was perched on the edge of the sofa her hands on her knees in front of them was a kneeling pillow.
“Heather, kneel.” Thomas began, “You have been raised and taught the ways of a submissive, you have expressed your desire to have a Master. I feel that your training here with us has been completed.”
Heather looked at them, “What?”
“Heather you know the life-style. You are ready. You were raised, to serve, and to please a Master.”
“Yes Sir,” Heather said.
“We have a possible Master for you and in three days, you will meet him. I have instructed Julian to prepare you for your appointment. Now Heather, answer me, but before you do, I want you to think hard and answer truthfully. Do you want to live this lifestyle with a Master? I can guarantee your safety; you can trust the person you’re going to meet. I have known him for a very long time.”
“Have I ever met him?” Heather asked.
“No, Heather, you haven’t.” Heather looked at Julian.
“Honey, he is a good man, I would trust him with my life.” Julian smiled.
“If he is half as good as you are Master Thomas, yes, I would like to meet him.”
“Excellent. I will tell him you have agreed to meet him.”
“What is his name?”
“Heather; he will introduce himself when he arrives. If he should find you unsuitable to serve him, you won’t need to know his name.”
“Yes, Sir.” she said.
“Now we will go back to the city tomorrow. Julian, have everything ready to go by eleven o’clock in the morning.”
“Yes, Master,” Julian, said. “Come on honey; let’s get things ready to go.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Heather you and Julian may go now.”
“Thank you Sir.” Heather said.
“Thank you Master.” Julian said.
Julian and Heather began cleaning and packing. They were all packed and had dinner made before six in the evening. I don’t think you girls have ever packed that fast before this must be a record.”
“Yes Master.” Julian said.
“Well, let’s eat I am starved.”
“We are having peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.” Heather said.
“My favorite,” Thomas howled. “Where’s my beer slave? You know I always have beer with my peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”
“Yes Master, yes Master, your beer Sir,” Julian said. She dropped to her knees to serve him. All three of them laughed until their sides hurt.
The trip back to New Orleans was uneventful. Thomas stopped for fuel once. Heather and Julian went to the restroom. When they came back to the car, Thomas told them both to sit in the back seat. “You two have talked non-stop since last night, I could tell you both to shut up; however, I hate warm beer and burned dinners, and my Julian loves pain. This would be a no win situation.”
Julian leaned over the seat and kissed him. “Yes Sir, you are the best master in the world we won’t talk so loud.”
Thomas kissed her. “Good girl.” he said
Julian and Heather spent the afternoon unpacking the car and straightening the house. It was early fall, they usually didn’t leave the beach house for another month. This time it was special. The time was at hand that Heather would fulfill her destiny; she would finally use what she had learned over the years. In two days, she would meet him. She was confident and at the same time a little nervous.
She had experienced pain, and passion, and endured punishments, some punishments like spankings she really enjoyed. The only regret she had and that was she had not experience sexual intercourse. She had never had a man between her legs or in her mouth. She had held Thomas’ cock in her hand, felt its heat and the velvet texture of its crown. The toys she had, the vibrators the dildos, they were long and thin, not fat and long like Thomas’ cock. Julian had made sure that not one of the toys she had was bigger than her index finger. She had had a woman’s mouth between her legs; she made her cum so hard she felt like she had squeezed her insides out of her pussy.
Julian took Heather to the beauty parlor she was; waxed, trimmed, manicured, pedicured, hair trimmed, eyebrows plucked and shaped. Julian and Heather spent the better part of a day having this done, and they treated themselves by going to the mall.
“What time is my appointment? Heather asked.
“It’s in the afternoon,” Julian said.
Heather went to the casual department she picked out a lightweight floral print linen dress.
“What are you doing?” Julian said.
Heather smiled. “Since my appointment is in the afternoon, it isn’t formal. I would be out of place in a strapless gown. I will go casual. It will suit the occasion.” Heather picked out a pair of open toed pink pumps, a sheer pink thong, a sheer demi-cup pink lace bra, and a small pink clutch purse.
Heather went to the perfume counter, she picked out a new perfume, it had a wonderful light floral almost gardenia like aroma with a hint of rose. “Mmmm that smells so.” Heather said.
“What about hose and garters,” Julian asked.
“I have a perfect tan, no tan lines; I want him to see me, not the lingerie I'm wearing.” Heather kissed Julian’s cheek. “I love you.” She said.
“I love you too. Now let’s go pay for this and go home, I am hungry and I bet Thomas has destroyed the kitchen.”
“Oh, my God, Thomas, I forgot about him, he will punish me for sure.”
“ Oh Julian, give him one of your famous I am sorry blow jobs, after one of those he would forgive you for murder, come on miss magic mouth.” Heather said.
Julian laughed.
Heather and Julian arrived at home. Heather carried her packages to her room. She stopped at the door to the den. She turned and motioned for Julian to come. There in all his glory was Thomas, sitting in the middle of his campsite in his recliner. On his left was a cooler with beer, on the right was a trashcan full of beer cans and two empty pizza boxes. The TV was on its regular sports channel, and Thomas lay there snoring. Heather and Julian laughed, Julian said, “My King.” She went in, slid into his lap, and kissed him. Thomas hugged her, and then squeezed her breast.
“I will be upstairs for a little while.” Heather said.
Thomas put his hand between Julian’s legs, “Make it an hour Heather.”
“Yes Mister Thomas and hour I will take a bath, goodbye all.”
Julian’s was slipping to her knees in front of Thomas.
Heather thought, “One please forgive me blow job coming up,” and up the stairs, she bounded. She heard Thomas moaning as the bathtub filled. Heather slipped into the tub of hot water. She lay back, closed her eyes, and let the warmth and sensual feeling of the waster wash over her.
“Tomorrow,” she thought, “I will be a woman, I will have a Master.” Heather slipped down in the tub submerging her head. Then she stood and showered to rinse off. Heather toweled off and walked to her room. Slipping on a T-shirt, she went down stairs. Julian was naked wearing only her apron.
“Julian I see you got a nice spanking.” Heather said.
“Oh it was delicious.” Julian was making dinner for them.
“Master was full, I replenished his beer supply and you, and I my sweet will have our favorites, “PB&J with milk, One or two my dear?”
“Two please, I’m famished. I am so excited about tomorrow.”
Julian looked at her. “Heather listen very closely to what I have to say, I know this Master, he is a wonderful man, remember do exactly as he says. Do not hesitate to do it; do not question what he asks, He will not hurt you.”
“Yes Ma’am.” Heather said.
“Burp, Bring more beer wench.”
“Yes your highness.” Julian laughed and carried a cold six-pack to him. Heather and Julian finished their dinner. Heather made a cup of espresso.
“I smell that.” Thomas said as he sauntered into the kitchen. “May I?” Heather handed him a cup as he sat down at the table. She handed Julian the other cup. She made another for herself. Heather joined them at the table. Thomas’ eyes were red, he looked at Julian and Heather he drank his espresso, and then said, Julian, we are losing our girl.”
Heather got up and went to Thomas she sat in his lap her bare bottom on his leg. She hugged him and said, “I may be leaving tomorrow, but you will never lose me, I will always be yours first, I love you both so much.”
Thomas shed a tear; he hugged Heather tight, “I love you too.”
Julian slid onto Thomas’ other leg and she hugged and kissed him.
“Thomas, I’ve never seen you shed a tear before now, and I could not love you anymore than I do right now.” Julian kissed him again; she held his face in her hands.” My big strong sadistic man does have a heart.”
“Shhh,” Thomas said. “Not so loud, if any one were to find out, it would ruin my image.” Heather and Julian hugged him again.” Ok, ok, enough of this mushy stuff, clean the kitchen before spank you both.” Julian and Heather both rose and bent over the table. Thomas popped them once each on the ass.” Go on now. I am going back to the den, bring me another Espresso.” He pinched Julian’s tit and left the kitchen.
“Oh you teaser, go on” Julian said.
Heather and Julian talked until ten. Thomas said, “It is bed time. Good night Heather.” Julian got up and went to the bedroom she turned down the bed, selected a nice thin cane, and waited for Thomas.
Thomas appeared looked at Julian, "a good choice Julian.” Julian got on the bed on her hands and knees. Thomas laid the cane across Julian’s ass. He said, “A dozen seems right tonight.”
“Yes Master.”
The cane made a swishing whistling sound as it cut the air. Then the unmistakable sound, the cane made when it contacted her ass, THWACK. A thin red line began to form on her ass. “Oh God, Thank you Master, may I have another?” Julian wiggled her ass again, the whistling swish of the cane. THWACK.
Heather sat on the stairs listening as Thomas counted off each lash, twelve in all, of the cane. Heather felt a warming sensation deep in her. She desperately wanted to find her favorite toy, her little monkey. She would not, tomorrow was her day. She climbed the stairs to her room
Heather laid there for the longest time trying to sleep finally she drifted off to sleep. Heather was so excited she woke up five or six times during the night.
Julian woke Heather up at eight thirty a.m. Heather jumped up off the bed,
“Oh God, I have slept too long, I am late.” She crashed into Julian.
“Whoa, Heather, it is only 8:30 a.m. you have time, slow down.” Julian said.
“But, but – “
“I said you have time.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Heather sat back on the bed,
“Come to breakfast it is ready. Thomas was up late last night he slept late today.” Heather giggled, “I wonder why?”
Julian shook her ass; it was still striped from the cane. “I wonder.” She said coyly.
Heather ate her breakfast. She thought about all she had to do. Heather helped Julian with the dishes. She went to her room to prepare herself, she showered, washed, and dried her hair, brushed her teeth, she put powder on, she put perfume on her neck and behind her ears, between her breasts, and on her mound, she put her make up on, a little powder, rouge, eyeliner, she darkened her eyebrows. She even repaired the nail that she had chipped. Heather pulled on her pink thong, adjusting it to just cover her labia, she put on her bra, adjusted her breast to center them, making sure her nipples were just visible above the demi cups. Heather slipped on her dress; she zipped it up and then slipped on her pumps. Heather looked in the mirror; she combed her hair again, pulling a lock of hair in front of each shoulder. Heather picked up her purse put her wallet and a few miscellaneous items in it. Heather came down stairs.
Julian and Thomas watched her entrance. “Wow.” Thomas said.
Julian poked him in the ribs with her elbow, “watch it big boy, I remember when you would say that to me.”
“I still do my sweet Julian.”
“How do I look?” Heather asked.
“Uh, would it be enough to say to die for, be okay?” Thomas said.
Julian threw him a look. “Yes baby, you are just beautiful.” Julian said.
“We have a little while before we go.” Thomas said.
“Where are we going, what is the address,” Heather inquired.
“810 Rivers Edge,” Thomas replied.
“Doesn’t that cross Canal Street?”
“Yes it does, it crosses around the 600 block,” Thomas said.
“Ok, I have time; I will ride the street car and walk the rest of the way, it is only two blocks.”
“Are you sure?” Thomas said.
Heather looked at Thomas and Julian, “I have trained my whole life for this moment. I want it more than anything under the sun, however, I also want to be able to turn around and come home at any time before I get there, before I commit myself. This is something I have to do by myself.”
Thomas smiled and nodded his head. “Heather, you’re right, this is something you must do on your own. I am very proud of you.”
“Thank you Thomas, that means everything to me.”
“Julian if you get dressed, you can walk me to the street car.”
“Hurry up Julian. Don’t make her late...” Julian ran to her room to get dressed.
Thomas handed his cell phone to Heather, “Call me if you want me to come get you.”
“No thank you, but I will take it to call you to come get Julian at the street car stop.”
Thomas laughed. “Ok, but it is only two blocks to the stop.”
“Well you know how emotional Julian gets; she might try and wait for me to come home. I will call you and give her the phone.” Heather kissed Thomas lightly on the lips.
“Hey, he is mine you know,” Julian, said,
“Just borrowing him for a minute,” Heather said.
They all laughed.
“Ok, Get,” Thomas, said.
Neither Julian nor Heather spoke not one word from the house to the corner where they turned toward Canal Street, then they simultaneously began to babble. They looked at each other and laughed.
“I don’t know which of us is more nervous, me or you.”
“You are,” Heather said.
“Well, let us get it over with, come on.” They picked up their pace.
“We could go to Mexico.” Julian said.
Heather stopped then Julian stopped. Heather said, “Julian, the two of us go to Mexico?”
“Yeah,” Julian said.
“Julian, without Thomas telling you when to go pee, you would hold it until you burst. No, my sweet Julian, I love you, but we have our own destinies. You have Thomas and I have, what will or will not be at 810 Rivers Edge.”
Julian began to cry.
“I will call Thomas to come get you if you cry anymore.”
Julian sniffled, “okay baby, let’s go.” They walked arm in arm the last two blocks. The streetcar approached the stop. Heather dialed Thomas, “come get her,” she gave the phone to Julian. She stepped aboard the streetcar, paid her fare, sat down, and waved to Julian. The car started moving. Heather watched as Julian became more and more distant. She saw Thomas stop to get her. When she could no longer see them, she watched the world go by.
Closer and closer she came to Rivers Edge, the conductor said, “This is your stop Miss.” Heather smiled and winked at the conductor, he smiled back. She stepped down off the car. When the car had passed and the traffic cleared, Heather crossed the street. She walked up Rivers Edge. This was the old historic part of town, just over there a few blocks was the Quarter and Jackson Square. She thought it was strange to have a house in the middle of the city. She had been on Rivers Edge before she had never seen a house here.
The 600 and 700 blocks were short, very short, she saw 810 Rivers Edge. There it was 810 Rivers Edge a massive three story brick building set back off the street an iron fence enclosed a small garden. It looked like it may have been at one time and old library or maybe a bank. She opened the Iron Gate, walked up the walk; the garden ran from the sidewalk to the building. An oasis of beauty in the middle of brick and concrete of the city, there were marble benches and little sitting areas. It was beautiful. She checked herself straightened her dress flipped her hair off her shoulder. She was ready, well as ready as she ever would be. She walked up the short path; in front of her were two massive bronze doors their once shiny bronze, now dull covered with green patina everywhere but on the handles. A brass lion’s head knocker hung from the door as if it was guarding this entry. A small sign with an arrow painted to the right it said, “Ring bell.” She pushed the button a voice said, “May I help you?”
“My name is Heather. I have an appointment at 1:00 p.m.”
“Yes, come in please.” The door began to open. Heather walked into a huge entry hall. She looked around. “Wow.” this place is like a palace. “Hello,” she called out. The door began to close. Heather stepped further into the room.
“Hello.” a voice replied. “I’m in the first room on the right. Please come in.”
Heather walked into the room. She looked about it was a library with books from the floor to the ceiling. The room had a balcony around it, and two floor to ceiling windows and the sun shining through lighted circular stairs in the corner. The light streaked across the rich dark wood floor. Heather stepped into the light.
“Stop there.” The voice said.
Heather remembered what Julian had told her. She trusted that man with my life, so do as he says baby, you will be ok. She stopped.
The voice said, “turn to your right, turn right again, again, one more time.”
Heather soon faced the same direction as when she entered.
“I am Phillip Dubois.” The voice said.” Now please take off your dress.” Heather took off her dress and let if fall to the floor.” Now take off your bra and thong.” Heather took off the bra and thong. She stepped out of her panties. A voice behind her said turn around. She turned to face him.
“Oh my God.” she said to herself, “he is beautiful.”
Phillip walked around her, He inspected her, “yes, yes, you are my Treasure. You will do very nicely, come Treasure,” he said.
“I’m Heather.” She said softly.
“Yes, I know.” He said, “You are now my Treasure and I will call you Treasure.”
“Yes Sir.” She replied.
“Come girl get that pillow and kneel there.” Phillip sat in a red leather armchair.
Heather stared at him. She had fallen in love with him the moment she saw him.
“You saw me a long time ago,” Heather asked, “yes we have had our eyes on you since we saw you at the markets on Roberts Street. You were stealing fruit and things from the vendors. You were how old then what, eight maybe ten”
”No Sir, I was seven years old,” Heather said.
“We found out you were in the orphanage, you had no family, no parents, and no kin. We had you placed with the Jordene’s, you told Thomas you wanted to be just; like Julian when you were ten I think.
“Yes Sir, I did and I still want to be like her, sir you said we, we saw you.” Heather said. She sat there listening to him.
“We, oh the word we, that would be me and my father, actually it was his idea, He said you deserved a better life than living in that place. He did the same thing for a lot of others finding them homes and in one way or another supporting them.”
Treasure nodded, “I would like to thank him for what he did.”
“Treasure, my father died several years ago.”
“I’m so sorry he must have been a good man, my condolences Mister Dubois.”
Phillip explained to Treasure what her duties and responsibilities would be. He told her she would have limited house old domestic duties.
Heather said, “Limited, a house this size would be more than limited Sir.”
Phillip explained that a crew came in once a week and Margarete did the rest and was the chef.
Mesmerized by his looks she just sat there and stared at him, he was over six feet tall and solidly built, his black hair combed back on his head with touches of grey at the temples, his eyes were almost black, and his dark skin tanned even darker. She wanted him in her.
Phillip stopped talking; he looked at Heather, “Are you listening to me?”
“Yes Sir.” The truth was she was fantasizing about him taking her.
“Treasure do you have any questions to ask me before you decide?”
“Yes Sir.” She said.” I do have one.” She could not remember anything he had told her. She could not remember what her duties were. She could not think of any questions save one.
“I will give you some time to think and then I will give you one week to decide whether or not you want to be my slave.”
“Uh Sir, I do have a request.”
“Yes, what is it?”
“May I see your cock Sir?”
“That is highly unusual,” Phillip stood. Heather unbuttoned his trousers then unzipped him. She reached inside and pulled his cock free of his shorts. His cock was semi hard from her touch and him seeing her naked body, She held it in her hand it was bigger than Thomas’ was. She kissed the head of his cock, sucked it deep into her mouth. She felt him harden. She began to suck him. Phillip sat down.
Heather was sucking him the way Julian had taught her. All the hours she had practice on carrots, cucumbers, popsicles was paying off. She had watched Julian suck Thomas’ cock. Julian told her where to touch with her tongue and how to touch it she taught her how to fondle his sack and suck on his nuts. Heather tasted his pre- cum she loved the way the clear thin thread would stretch between her lips and his cock.
She looked at his face, his eyes were closed, and his smile was as wide as the Mississippi river. She felt his body stiffen his cock erupted, a flood of his seed squirted down her throat she hungrily swallowed every drop. Heather continued to suck him teasing his sensitive head sucking every drop from him. Phillip stopper her, Heather looked at him.
“Master Phillip,” she said, “my answer is yes. I want to be your slave.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes Master Phillip, I have never been surer of anything in my life.”
Phillip looked down at her. “My Treasure, yes you are my Treasure.” Phillip pulled her up off her knees, and pulled her tight against him. He asked again, “Are you sure?”
“Yes Master I am sure.”
“Master, may I get dressed? I want to go home and pack some things and tell Master Thomas and Julian the good news.”
Phillip laughed.” Treasure, you are home. I will call Thomas and give him the good news. I will have your belongings brought over tomorrow, and tomorrow you will meet Margarete. Then Julian and Margarete will spend a week with you and help you with the protocols and rituals that I will require of you.”
“Yes Sir, Master Phillip, Thank you Master.”
Phillip continued, “Now, as I understand, you are still a virgin.”
“Uh, well, Sir, I have been penetrated by a dildo, and butt plugs Sir.”
“But, you are a virgin to a man.”
“Yes, Sir, I held a cock in my hand, yours was the first cock I have had in my mouth.”
“Ah, what a Treasure you are.”
Phillip saw Treasure squirming slightly. “What is wrong girl, are you alright?”
In a very low voice almost a whisper Treasure said, “I have to pee Sir.”
“You see the rubber plant in that big pot?”
“Yes Sir, you want me to pee in the pot Sir?”
“No, behind it is a bathroom.” Phillip laughed. I will watch you pee girl.”
“Yes Sir, Sir, do you wish to hear me and see me pee now?”
“Yes I do.” Treasure got up and went to the bathroom. She stood on the toilet seat maneuvered herself and squatted over the toilet. She spread her labia with her hands. “May I pee Sir?”
“Yes, Treasure, go ahead and pee.”
“Thank you Sir.” Treasure began to pee. She had been so excited to day she hadn’t gone since she awoke. Her stream made a wonderful sound when it mixed with the water in the bowl. Phillip watched. “Good girl.”
“Do you want me to clean myself Sir?”
“Yes Treasure, wash.” Treasure went to the sink wet a cloth turned to Phillip raised her leg so he could see her plainly, she washed her herself.
”Thank you Sir,” she said.
“Come on,” he said. Treasure walked by the toilet and flushed it. She followed Phillip then kneeled before him. “I also understand that’s you have been with a woman.”
“Yes Sir, but she was with me, I haven’t been down on a woman yet.”
“Ok.”
Treasure knelt in front of Phillip all afternoon when he was finished he said again,” I want your answer I will be back in thirty minutes I will expect your answer when I return,” Phillip began to get up.
“Sir she said.” Uh, my answer is yes Master, may I hug you Sir?”
“Yes Treasure.” Treasure hugged him and kissed him. She whispered in his ear, “Please Master, Sir, take me please take me.”
Phillip’s hand slid up her back to her head this fingers entwined her hair he pulled it steadily until he could see her face.” Treasure, I will take you when I want to take you is that clear?”
“Yes Master, Please forgive me.”
Phillip kissed her, “it is alright little one; I will give you a few days to settle in. I have a book of protocols for you to study and learn.”
“Oh thank you Sir, thank you.”
Phillip said, “Get dressed,”
“Dressed in what Sir?”
“What you wore over here today.”
“Yes Sir.” Treasure scurried back to the den to gather her clothes; she grabbed her clothes, returned to Phillip, and stood there. ”Please Sir; tell me what you want me to wear.”
“Bra, dress, shoes will be fine,” he said.
“Yes Master,” She put on her bra, then her dress, and her shoes.
”Come on I am hungry.”
“Yes Sir.”
They walked two blocks then turned and walked two more blocks. Phillip knocked on the door, an old black woman answered. ”Come in Mister Dubois, come in, come in Missy don’t dawdle.” Phillip led the way, he said, “this is a private club, I often eat here when Margarete is off or I want something different.” Phillip took his seat then Treasure sat, Phillip looked over at her reached down and slid her dress to her belly he put his hand between her legs and spread them open, his little finger dipped into her slit touching her clit. It was all Treasure could do to keep from having an orgasm. Phillip said, “Aroused are we?”
“Oh God yes Master.”
“Good, stay that way.” Phillip ordered red beans and rice for himself and lemon rosemary trout with endive salad for Treasure. Treasure ate her dinner in silence. Phillip did not say a word during dinner.
The waiter came more times than he needed too. Each time he would stare at Treasure’s lap, her dress barely covering her mound, her legs spread, and her pouting lips clearly visible and each time he came, she would open them slightly as if to say here look that is all you will ever do is look. Phillip would smile; he would pat the inside of her thigh each time the waiter came. Treasure was becoming more aroused; she had never felt this wanton before, it was as if she was starving and could only look at the food but not eat it.
Phillip signed the check.” Come on.” The old woman let them out and closed the door. It was dark, Phillip offered his arm, and they began their moonlight walk home. Phillip stopped, “this looks like a good place, Treasure, squat and pee.” Treasure held onto the wall pulled her dress to her waist, squatted and settled down. Phillip watched Treasure began to pee, the water ran across the sidewalk to the curb the sound was clear. Treasure moaned, contracted her bladder to make herself pee harder. ”Mmmm,” she said. Treasure finished, the aroma of urine permeated the air. She stood holding her dress around her waist.
”Spread your legs.” He said, she did, Phillip reached between her legs, grabbed her mound and lips he squeezed hard and lifted her to her toes.
Treasure cried out, “please let me orgasm,” he let her go.
“Drop your dress,” he offered his arm they walked home Phillip pressed the remote in his pocket and the door opened they walked in. Phillip walked down the hall into his office he checked his messages and E-mail then to the kitchen. ”Ok” he said, “make me some espresso everything is over there I think.”
He was amazed, she hunted until she found everything, and she made the espresso as she had at home. She asked, cream or sugar? He said, “Sugar.” She sat the cup on the tray, a demitasse spoon and served him. She approached him, set the tray on the table out of his reach. ”One or two cubes Sir?”
“Two.”
Treasure slipped off her dress and bra. She put two cubes in his cup stirred it then she knelt at his side and offered him his espresso. Phillip said, “You were taught exceptionally well, you honor your Sir and mistress.” Treasure smiled and nodded, Treasure stayed there until he told her to rise and join him.
Phillip looked at the clock it was 11:30. He said, “It is bedtime.”
Treasure got up put the dishes in the sink grabbed her clothes raced up the stairs to his bedroom. She turned down the bed, fluffed the pillow, looked around there was no cane or paddle or strap to be found anywhere, but there was a hairbrush.
She picked it up, it would have to do, Phillip arrived, and he looked puzzled. “I am sorry Master; I could find nothing but this for you to spank me with.” He took it. Treasure got on the bed on her hands and knees. She had seen Julian do this a hundred, no, a thousand times. Master Phillip spanked Treasure with the brush, Treasure counted. ”Master thank you, may I have another?” He turned her tanned butt red and hot. He rubbed her ass. She wanted him to fuck her where she was.
“Undress me.”
She got up; her ass was still sore and hurt so good. She undressed him. His shirt then shoes, then socks then pants and boxers he was beautiful, he got in bed.
Treasure kneeled beside him, “may I get in bed Master?”
He patted the bed on the other side of him. He was expecting her to crawl over him, she kissed his hand and walked around the bed and got in. She slid over to him, she laid on her back her legs spread her arms by her sides. ”Master, I am yours to command.”
“Come here to me make love to me my luscious slut.” Treasure rolled over onto him she kissed him on his lips; he hugged her, and kissed her back. They explored each other’s body. He fondled her, caressed her, he went down on her teasing her, tasting her, he was driving her wild, he moved up her belly put his arms under legs and lifted her knees until they were against her chest. She felt his cock sliding back and forth between her lips, rubbing her clit, Treasure was about to scream when he lifted himself up, she felt him at the entrance to her pussy.
Phillip kissed her and let himself slide deep into her wetness.
”Oh God,” she screamed, “May I cum, please.”
Phillip pulled his cock out of her pussy until the head was just barely in her pussy then he plunged down hard. Treasure’s hips rolled and bucked. Phillip plunged into her again. Treasure thought she was being torn apart; his cock was battering against her cervix.
”Oh please, Oh please,” Treasure grabbed his face, “please, I, I, I, can’t take it any longer.” Treasure orgasmed, her; pussy contracted she squirted her cum from her pussy; she bathed his cock, his nuts in her juices, her body spasmed repeatedly. Treasure was crying. ”I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I have failed you, I can’t be yours, and I failed you on my first day, please let me go, please.” She covered her eyes with her hands.
Phillip continued to pump his cock into her. ”Oh yes my slut, you failed me so beautifully, you please me. Oh God,” Phillip pulled out and squirted his cum onto her belly all the way up to her neck. He ejaculated three more times covering her in his semen.
Treasure was still crying, “I have failed you. I must go please, let me go.”
Phillip let go of her legs, took her hands away from her face. ”Look, look at me.” He said.” You have not you have not failed me. Do you hear me? I told you to make love to me and you did. You don’t need my permission to orgasm when we make love. When we screw, when we fuck, when you masturbate, or fuck someone else, you will be told when to orgasm do you hear me?”
“Yes Master.” Treasure said as she opened her eyes.
”From now on though, you ask permission to get upset or cry.” Phillip rolled off her.
Treasures got up and ran to the bathroom, she found the towels and wash cloths, she ran the water, and brought back a hot cloth to clean him. She licked, the semen off him, then washed him and dried him. She washed herself then came back to bed. Phillip was asleep it was 5:00 a.m. in the morning. Treasure laid beside him and snuggled up to him. She felt so good.
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