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  “Worship it,” said the Master. “Worship the crop that is punishing you.”

  “Yes, Master,” Kristi heard herself whispering. Kristi accepted the crop into her mouth, tasting her own pussy on it. She licked it obediently, kissing and suckling on it. She gave herself over to the crop, and to its wielder. When the Master drew it away, she tried to relax into the pain she knew was coming.

  The Master raised the crop, and Kristi felt her anticipation reaching a pinnacle.

  “Oh God” was all she could say as the Master paused, torturing her with that moment of anticipation.

  Then the crop came down hard on her pussy, sending a surge of pain through her cunt and her whole body. Kristi let her breath out in a moan as the succulent pain flowed through her body. She squirmed on the bed until the Master commanded her to hold still. Then she felt the second blow hitting her cunt. Her moans grew louder and she whispered “Thank you, thank you Master—” cut short by another sharp blow to her cunt. The strokes increased in frequency, the pain rising until Kristi was overwhelmed with the agony. It was unbelievable. She was still on the edge of orgasm, ready to climax at the stroke of the crop. Still, her pussy was juicing hungrily, ready to accept the Master’s tool.

  “Thank you, Master, thank you ... thank you for this punishment—oh!”

  Her breath came in great shuddering gasps—she could no longer speak. She heard the sounds of the Master getting undressed and realized with pleasure that she was about to be taken by him.

  “Oh yes Master ... oh thank you...”

  The Master crawled onto the bed, poising himself over Kristi’s vulnerable body. She felt his mouth on hers, felt his tongue thrusting in, and felt the head of his cock teasing the entrance to her cunt.

  “Oh please Master ... oh please take me...”

  And then his cockhead was pushing in, opening her up, penetrating the tight hole of her pussy. She whispered “yes...” as his cock started to enter her, the head slipping past her entrance and the shaft sliding in. Then the Master settled down on top of her as his cock went into her all the way. Kristi felt him fucking her, his thrusts perfectly timed to bring her off. Soon, as he plunged into her pussy, Kristi came, moaning wildly and shuddering underneath the thrusting weight of her Master’s body. Her orgasm was intense and quick, flooding through her body, filling her with sensation and overwhelming her with pleasure. As she finished her climax, she felt the Master’s thrusts slowing, as he began to fuck her with unhurried tenderness.

  The Master took his time and made love to Kristi slowly, his thrusts perfectly controlled. She savored every entrance into her, her gasps and moans growing as he continued. After many long minutes of succulent thrusts, she felt herself getting closer again. She knew the Master was going to make her come again before he let himself go.

  “Thank you Master...” she sighed. “Thank you...”

  When Kristi came the second time, it was much more intense. She lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment, of lying spread underneath her Master and feeling him thrust into her. She felt him easing his cock out of her, felt him crawling on top of her and guiding his cock up to her face. Kristi parted her lips and accepted the head of his cock into her mouth, worshipping it with her tongue and lifting her head to thrust as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could. She licked all around his head and the underside of his shaft, working very hard to pleasure him even though in this position she could hardly move her head and couldn’t give the blowjob she desperately wanted to give him. But she wanted to taste him in her mouth; the Master, however, had other plans. He slid down Kristi’s body, positioning himself over her again, and put his spit-slick cock up against her pussy. With one thrust he entered her again, and started to fuck her fast and strong. Kristi felt him pounding in and knew that this was for his pleasure, that he was fucking her so that he could come. The tempo of his fucking was increasing, going deeper than before, kissing her passionately. Then he was coming, and Kristi felt the spasms of his cock deep inside her. She felt a desperate kind of ecstasy, giving herself over to the pleasure of her Master. He came almost silently, whispering only “yes...” as he finished inside his pet.

  The Master lay on top of Kristi, kissing and nuzzling her, for many long minutes of delicious cuddling. When he began to untie her bonds, she relaxed into the softness of the bed and hoped he would make love to her again. Once she was untied, though, Kristi was surprised to feel him lifting off her blindfold.

  She kept her eyes closed, almost afraid to look at him.

  “You can open your eyes,” he said softly. “I’ve decided it’s time for you to see me.”

  Kristi looked up into the Master’s face and was surprised at what she saw. Part of her had assumed the Master wouldn’t be especially attractive, or he would have shown himself to her earlier. She had guessed from the sound of his voice and the feel and taste of his body that he was fairly young—why she guessed this, she didn’t know, it seemed just an instinct, and she knew that she might well be wrong. But when she looked up into his face she saw a gorgeous, blonde-haired man that might have been a GQ model under other circumstances. He couldn’t have been much older than Kristi herself. She put her hands on his face and leaned up to kiss him, hungrily nipping at his lower lip with her teeth.

  Even though he had removed the blindfold, she still wore the collar, and her gratitude and submission to her Master were signified by it.

  “Thank you, Master,” she whispered. She kissed him again. “Thank you for everything. You’re beautiful.”

  “You’re beautiful too,” he said, sounding half-sarcastic. “Let’s get under the covers.”

  “May I take my clothes off?” asked Kristi softly. “I’d ... I’d like to be naked with you...”

  The Master smiled faintly. He bent to kiss her. “Only I can undress you tonight,” he said, the sarcasm still evident. “I’ll have to punish you later for your forwardness in asking. His arms curved around her to unfasten the front clasps of the corset. He slipped it off and set it on the nightstand, and Kristi felt the pressure released on her ribs and stomach. Then he moved down to the foot of the bed and reverently took off Kristi’s stockings, placing them on top of the corset. Now that they were both naked, Kristi felt incredibly vulnerable. She had been naked many times with the Master, but never like this. Never with the blindfold off.”

  “In bed,” he said. “I want you in bed.”

  Kristi obediently crawled underneath the covers, feeling the smooth silk sheets against her naked body. The Master turned out the light and crawled in after her. Kristi cuddled up against him, every inch of her flesh electric. She felt warm and safe in the Master’s arms.

  He kissed her deeply and slowly.

  Kristi lay her head against his chest, feeling his heart beating. “Why did you take the blindfold off?” she asked.

  “I decided you were ready,” he told her. “You’ve proven yourself many times over. You’re a perfect submissive. Therefore, I can enjoy the luxury of having you as a lover.”

  Kristi laughed. “I don’t know whether to be complimented or insulted. But either way, thank you.”

  The Master lay on his back, and Kristi pressed her naked body up against him. She felt incredibly turned on being in bed with him like this, without ropes or a blindfold or fetish lingerie—it seemed so ... kinky.

  They began to kiss, Kristi letting her tongue slip in to the Master’s mouth. Her hand moved slowly down his body, stroking his chest and then his belly. When she wrapped her fingers around his cock she found that it was hard again.

  Kristi rolled on top of the Master, snuggling under the warm blankets. She began to kiss and suck at his nipples, still working his hard-on with her hand. The Master moaned in approval and Kristi sucked harder, then licked her way down his belly, disappearing beneath the covers. She breathed warmly over the Master’s cock, inhaling deeply the scent of his pre-come and of her own pussy-juices on his cock. Kristi parted her lips and began to lick around the head
, eliciting a moan from the Master. He ran his fingers through her long hair as she sucked his cockhead into her mouth and swirled the tongue around the underside. Then she began to lick down the shaft, lavishing affection on the cock that had brought her so much pleasure. She began to tease his balls, too, kneading them very gently with her fingers as she licked up and down his shaft. Then she took his cock into her mouth and began to swallow its whole length. She felt the head of his cock touching the back of her throat. Her fingers were still wrapped around perhaps four inches of the Master’s cock. Kristi took a deep breath and held it. Hungrily, she swallowed her Master all the way, pushing his cock down her throat until the shaft filled her.

  Depending on her mood and how turned on she was, she could really get off on it, mostly because it usually turned the guy on so much. In the right circumstances, Kristi could get so turned on while she was deep-throating that with a little stimulation on her clit, she would come after a short while. Other times, she didn’t enjoy it as much—but she enjoyed the results she got, the reaction she got from the guy who was receiving her attentions. The tight, warm feeling of her throat and mouth encompassing his whole length, and the knowledge that she was swallowing him, always made guys moan in pleasure.

  Kristi had never had to learn to deep-throat, as most of her girlfriends had. She had just sort of done it naturally the first time she went down on a guy (well, he had asked her, but she hadn’t had any trouble fighting her gag reflex the way most people did), though she had gotten better at it the more practice she got—and for years, she had been very good at it indeed. In fact, when she was in college she had given lessons to friends who wanted to swallow their boyfriends all the way. It got really interesting because not all of them were girls, and Kristi found herself in the enviable position of giving explicit deep-throating lessons to young gay men, which more than a few times included first-hand demonstrations

  Kristi worked the Master’s cock in and out of her throat, tickling his balls with her fingernails. She came up for a breath every half-minute or so and then plunged back down, her tongue-tip pressing rhythmically around the base of the Master’s cock as her muscles desperately massaged every inch of his shaft. She heard him moaning and knew that she could bring him off any time she wanted to, could taste his come flooding her mouth, but she didn’t want it to end yet. She changed her rhythm, and the Master groaned in agony. But he knew he was in good hands; he had received Kristi’s enthusiastic attentions many times, and he knew that she would satisfy him at the exact moment that he wished to be satisfied—and not before.

  As Kristi went down on the Master, she slipped her fingers into her own pussy, lubricating them with her juices. Then, she brought her hand up and eased her cunt-lubed finger down behind the Master’s balls, between the cheeks of his ass. She had learned this trick early in her sexual life, and had learned also that if a guy pretended not to like it at first, sometimes she could coax him a little and he’d find himself loving it. Other guys just didn’t get off on it. But it really turned Kristi on to tease them a little, to push their boundaries, to find out whether their asses could be as sexually responsive as hers. More than a few times, she had heard a guy protesting that he didn’t like having his asshole touched, only to have him open up easily after a little of Kristi’s coquettish encouragement, then moan in pleasure as Kristi felt the spasms of orgasm squeezing her finger as his cream filled her hungry mouth.

  Kristi had discovered that the Master liked to feel her finger the first time she had gone down on him while her hands were not tied. She was still wearing the blindfold, so she had only been able to gauge his excitement by the feeling of his body surging against her and the moans coming from his lips. The Master didn’t require any coquettish encouragement from Kristi, but enjoyed the blowjob that much more with Kristi’s finger in his asshole.

  Kristi slid her finger in and out as she pumped the Master’s cock down her throat. She worked with just the right rhythm, feeling him get close, feeling his ass tighten and his cock spasm three or four times. Each time Kristi pulled back at the last possible moment, tasting droplets of his come and letting them drizzle over his cockhead, feeling for the telltale cessation of his asshole’s spasms before licking the drops of savory spunk off of her Master’s cockhead. She would moan with how good he tasted, tell him that she wanted to taste his whole load. She would rub his spit-and-come-covered cock over her face and through her hair, would stick the hard shaft between her breasts, pushing them together invitingly, and, feeling his hardness between them, would lick his balls and suck them into her mouth, savoring the feeling of them, would slip her mouth behind his balls so she could lick his sensitive perineum and then let a thick drizzle of spit lubricate her finger so she could more easily pleasure her Master’s asshole. Then Kristi would return to devouring him with a new rhythm that prevented him from coming right away, but allowed Kristi to enjoy the Master’s hard cock and receptive asshole and to offer him the gift of that much more pleasure that her mouth and hands could provide.

  After the fourth time she felt her Master close to orgasm, she knew it was time to bring him off.

  “Yes Master,” she moaned as she ran her tongue over his shaft. She worked her finger into his ass and with her free hand began to rub his cock all over her face. She used her tongue on the underside of his shaft as she wrapped her fingers around him and began to pump his cock. She could feel the tightness of his asshole that spelled oncoming orgasm. Kristi licked her way up to the cockhead, but didn’t swallow his cock again—she loved to feel the Master come. She parted her lips and rested her face against his belly, her mouth an inch or two from his cock. She let her tongue laze out, ready to catch his spunk as he shot it all over her. The Master let out a groan of orgasm, and Kristi’s eyes went wide. She moaned as his semen shot out over her face and lips and mouth, the sharp taste stinging her tongue, the warmth glistening her lips. As he came, she began to lick all over his cockhead, feeling the surges of his ass and cock at the same time, tasting the luscious droplets of his seed as he shot it into her mouth and on her lips and tongue. His come dribbled down over her fingers, and as he finished she used her mouth to catch the last spurts and rubbed the fluid over her breasts and neck, loving the feel of his slickness all over her. The Master’s final sigh told Kristi she had satisfied him well, and she took a long time licking her face and fingers and his cock clean.

  ***

  “Are you married, Master?” asked Kristi in the dark while they lay tangled in each others’ limbs and in the sheets. She knew she was taking a great chance asking him this, but something told her it was the time to ask him.

  “No,” he said, and Kristi sensed that he was telling the truth. She knew quite well that he could have been lying, but something told her that he wasn’t. “I live alone. I prefer it that way.”

  “Do you have other women you see?” she asked.

  “Not at the moment,” he said. “You and your roommate have been keeping me quite busy. I imagine between the two of you I’ll be satisfied for quite some time.”

  ***

  Neither Kristi nor the Master was tired, but they lay there still just the same for at least an hour. Despite Kristi’s admirable services, the Master began to get hard after a while, as they lay there immobile against each other.

  “What are you thinking about?” Kristi asked mischievously, already knowing the answer. At least, she hoped she knew the answer.

  “The videotape,” said the Master. “I want to watch the videotape.”

  Kristi squirmed against him, feeling her nipples stiffen as she thought about Brenda’s videotape. “Me too,” she said. “I can’t wait to see what she looks like on it.”

  The Master chuckled. “Except before I watch it, I intend to blindfold you.”

  Kristi was bitterly disappointed. “That’s cruel,” she said. “Thank you,” answered the Master.

  But Kristi was not inclined to disobey her Master, and the scenario did seem strangely arou
sing to her. The Master would be watching a videotape that she could not see. And after he got turned on by the videotape, as Kristi was quite sure he was, he was going to expect to fuck her. For some reason this seemed incredibly delicious to Kristi, though she did still feel a little disgruntled about not seeing the videotape.

  But Kristi was comforted by the thought that Brenda might put on a repeat performance for a private audience of one.

  The Master told Kristi to fetch the videotape and prepare it for him—but not to let the videotape play, even for an instant. Kristi slipped out of bed and walked across the suite in front of the windows, fully aware of the city lights spread out beneath and before her. She was sure that the windows were opaque from the outside—pretty sure, anyway. But since she didn’t know for sure, she preferred to think that the whole city could see her, was aware that she was nude and that she was in service to the Master. She became incredibly turned on by the time she reached the far end of the room—and then she had to pick up the videotape, turn around, and walk back. By the time she got to the VCR Kristi was dripping wet.

  She put the videotape in and made sure that it was at the beginning. Then she knelt before the TV and called for her Master.

  The Master came slowly up behind her, and slipped the blindfold on. Kristi fell into darkness as she handed him the remote control. Then the Master bound her wrists before her, and hooked her collar to her wrists so that she could not lift her back or her head without also lifting her wrists. That meant that she was forced to keep her head down low, almost against the ground, in a forced posture of submission. Unless she were to sit up, which would mean that she would block the Master’s view of the TV. She preferred the posture of absolute submission.