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  “Delicious,” he said. “You’ve put your ass in the air for me like a good little slave. But it’s obvious that you were just trying to get yourself off by rubbing on the car seat here. Have you come yet, you little slut?”

  Brenda tried to shake her head, finding it very difficult.

  “Well. Then it seems I shall have to punish you for expecting me to get you off.” The Master let a second finger join the one in Brenda’s pussy, and she writhed and squirmed, pleasure flooding her body as he began to fingerfuck her with two fingers. The Master gave her a few good, long, slow strokes—enough to bring her right to the edge again. Then he switched hands, so he could play with her pussy and fuck her with the fingers of his left hand, while his right hand caressed her ass.

  “It takes an ambidextrous Master to really keep a slave in proper service,” he said. Brenda’s body twitched as his hand came down on her left ass-cheek with a hard spank—then another, harder, and three more in rapid succession. Each sharp sting made Brenda tingle with excitement. Warmth began to flow through her buttocks, and with every movement of her body the fingers inside her pressed into her pussy and against her G-spot.

  The Master repeated the performance on her right ass-cheek, this time spanking her harder. The stinging pain brought waves of excitement to Brenda, as she remembered all the excitement of the time that date of hers, Roger, had bent her over his lap and spanked her. She wriggled her ass invitingly and rocked her hips back and forth, encouraging the Master to push his fingers into her as he spanked her faster and faster, alternating from one cheek to the other, bringing a delightful heat to the flesh of her ass. The stinging increased, and as the Master’s fingers pumped into Brenda she knew she couldn’t hold off much longer. As she writhed and shuddered on the brink, the Master finally got her off, spanking furiously as he fucked her with his fingers. Brenda’s whole body seemed to catch fire with orgasm, and she succumbed to an intense pleasure as the Master fingered her and spanked her in rhythm. When she slumped into the seat, the Master eased his fingers out and gave her a firm slap on her warm rump.

  “Roll over, Brenda. I want a better look at you. I want to see what you look like in person. In total submission.”

  Awkwardly, Brenda managed to roll over onto her back again, spreading her legs as wide as she could and exposing her naked body to the Master. She felt her ass pressing into the seat, and it stung a little. But the faint pain was erotic, intriguing. She hoped the Master would spank her some more, later.

  “Mmmmm. Lovely as that ass is,” said the Master as his hands began to stroke Brenda’s tits. “I have to say I like this view better. Such a lovely face—especially gagged like that. And such delightful breasts. So large and inviting. They’re like a young man’s fondest wet dream.” The Master bent forward and Brenda felt the heat of his body pressing against her. He was wearing a wool suit. His lips closed around one of Brenda’s nipples, and she moaned as she felt him sucking her. He moved over to the other breast, teasing that nipple into full erection. Then the Master rose again, leaving Brenda squirming and panting for more through the gag.

  Brenda felt the Master’s hand on her knee. She shivered as he touched her. Her nipples still tingled with the feeling of his mouth on them. The Master’s hand squeezed Brenda’s knee gently. Then she felt his hand traveling up the inside of her thigh, tracing a path very slowly toward her cunt. She moaned softly as she felt the warmth of his fingers just barely brushing the edges of her well-fucked pussy, teasing her swollen and sensitive lips. She was so sensitive right after orgasm, it was exquisitely painful to have him touching her like this, but for some reason she loved it—though with most guys it was far too much stimulation for her.

  Brenda felt the Master tracing the outline of her sex, until his fingertip rested on her clitoris. Brenda let out a desperate, hungry whimper, muffled through the gag, as he began to tease it gently.

  “I think I shall pierce you there,” said the Master, and a slow, warm wave of ecstasy went through Brenda. “Just like your roommate Kristi. You’ve tasted her pussy, haven’t you? You’ve licked her clit. You’ve felt her ring against your tongue. How would you like to have a ring of your own? Through your clit?”

  Brenda couldn’t answer with words, for she was still gagged. But she managed, despite her moans of pleasure and the complicated harness restraining her head, to nod a little.

  “Good,” said the Master. “I think your clit would look so nice with a ring through it. Then I could chain you and lead you around on a leash. Maybe your pussy, too. A few rings in each of your pussy-lips.” The Master began to play with those as well. Brenda was going mad with arousal; being told how the Master would pierce her was enough to bring up all her erotic fantasies of piercing. Brenda felt the Master teasing her cunt-lips apart, exposing the slick entrance to her pussy. She groaned low in her throat as first one finger, then two disappeared into her. The sensations in her body were raging all over again, and she was already mounting rapidly toward a second orgasm. But the Master was in total control of Brenda’s body. It was if he knew just how close she was to orgasm, and he intended to make her wait. Brenda knew she wasn’t going to get off until it pleased the Master. But even though the afterglow of her recent climax still filled her body, she was desperate for another one. As the Master began to slide his two fingers in and out of her almost painfully-sensitive cunt, it was with a tantalizing slowness that made Brenda writhe on the seat, her whole naked body alive with sensation. The Master fingerfucked Brenda slowly, teasing her clit with his thumb. His two fingers pressed up, and she gasped as he stimulated her G-spot. She was so close already—again!

  His hand left her cunt, then moved up to caress the smoothness where her pubic hair would have been. More than ever, Brenda was aware of the exquisite sensitivity of her shaved flesh. Her moan grew louder as he teased her, moving his hand up away from her pussy and sliding his gentle fingertips over her stomach. Brenda felt his warmth as he leaned over her, and his body touched her knee. She shifted slightly to allow him better access, and she felt her knee brushing the thick bulge in his pants. Then Brenda gasped as she felt the Master’s hands touching her breasts, teasing her nipples.

  “Perhaps I’ll pierce you here, too,” said the Master. “You have such delicious breasts. They would look wonderful with rings through the nipples.”

  Brenda’s nipples tingled as he played with them. It was as if she could feel a direct connection between her nipples and her cunt, and as the Master talked about piercing her, her nipples seemed to become still more sensitive.

  “I liked your videotape very much. Kristi had to get me off three times to satisfy me once I started watching it. And it turned her on, too.”

  Brenda felt an almost painful pleasure knowing that the Master had shared the videotape with Kristi, had fucked Kristi while watching it. Brenda’s mind was filled with an intense image of the Master fucking Kristi while the videotape played.

  The Master began to caress her face, stroking the leather straps that gagged and blindfolded her.

  He took hold of her collar and slipped his fingers through the ring. He put his hand under Brenda’s shoulders and began to pull her up into a sitting position.

  “On your knees,” said the Master, helping Brenda down from the seat so she could kneel on the floor of the limousine. “I want you on your knees. It’s time to see what you can do with that delightfully filthy mouth of yours. You can talk dirty, I know that much. Let’s see what else you can do.”

  Brenda knelt obediently as the Master sat down, spreading his legs. He quickly unfastened the gag, leaving the blindfold and collar intact. Brenda’s mouth ached a little from having the gag in it, but she was sure a little exercise would solve that problem. The Master slipped his fingers between Brenda’s lips and she began to kiss them, tasting the sharpness of her own pussy. She gave him a preview of what she could do, licking and sucking the two fingers that had just been inside her.

  Brenda heard the Master unfas
tening his belt with his other hand while she sucked on his fingers. Then he unzipped his pants. When he eased his fingers out of her mouth, Brenda was ready to show him everything her “delightfully filthy” mouth could do.

  There was something incredibly kinky about going down on a guy almost before she kissed him. She had certainly never done that before. Sure, the Master had kissed her before guiding her down to do her work on his cock—but just barely. Brenda wasn’t sure why she found the idea so exciting—but she was very wet already, and this was turning her on even more.

  It was somewhat awkward doing it with her wrists still handcuffed, but it somehow made her feel incredibly safe, totally in the Master’s power. Brenda bent down, parting her lips for the Master’s cock. She found his cockhead with her lips and began to kiss it, letting her tongue laze out to swirl around the tip and then moving down to pleasure the glans. The Master moaned softly as she did that. Hungrily, Brenda took his cockhead into her mouth, sucking on it. She began to swallow his shaft. She felt the cockhead pressing at the back of her throat; eagerly, she fought against her gag reflex and pressed it into the tightness of her throat. She managed to get it down most of the way before her eyes started to water behind the blindfold; she eased his cock back out and began to worship it with her tongue and lips, slurping it all over. Brenda used every trick she knew to entice and excite the Master. She rubbed the spit-slick shaft over her face and nibbled playfully at the Master’s firm, tight balls. She licked back up the shaft, slowly, savoring every inch—and there were many of them to savor!—and licking around the head again before swallowing his whole cock into her mouth and pressing it down her throat. This time there was no hesitation; she didn’t have to struggle to deep-throat her Master. The shaft of his cock glided easily down her throat, filling her. She pumped it in and out, savoring his hardness in her mouth.

  Brenda felt a greater submission to the Master than she ever thought she would feel. Servicing him orally like this was making her so wet she would have screamed if her mouth hadn’t been full. She could feel her pussy juicing with every stroke of her tongue on his hard cock or of his shaft down her throat. She had never enjoyed giving a blowjob this much, though she’d always been very, very partial to giving oral sex—much more so than receiving, certainly. Brenda had always loved going down on a man, but this was more pleasure than she’d ever experienced while sucking cock. She had never dreamed that it could be so heavenly.

  When Brenda got even the slightest bit bored with sucking him off one way, she would move effortlessly to another technique, and start getting turned on all over again. Soon she was in such a sexual frenzy that she seemed to move instinctively, her oral pleasuring of her Master’s cock taking on a spiritual quality. It seemed like hours passed, but she didn’t tire of servicing him. Instead, her enthusiasm grew with each passing stroke she gave him.

  Brenda found herself pushing her fantasy of submission further, experimenting with her own enjoyment of pleasuring the Master’s cock. She leaned against him and rubbed her tits against the hardness of his shaft, slipping his cock into the valley of her cleavage. She had always wanted to do that, ever since she had seen it in a porn movie when she was eighteen, but it always seemed too silly. Well, now Brenda was living every fantasy she had, and a few she hadn’t thought of yet, so she may as well try this one. Since her hands were still cuffed behind her back, she couldn’t push her tits together, which turned her on even more. The fact that she desperately wanted to press her breasts firmly together around the Master’s hard cock, but that she was unable to do so because of the cuffs, made Brenda incredibly wet. It was making her hotter and hotter just teasing herself like this, wanting to entice the Master to tit-fuck her, as silly as it might be. So Brenda played with his cock instead, working herself into a froth, rubbing it against her tits, sliding it between them and bending her head down low to lick and suck at the head. The Master plainly approved; his low moans grew louder as she worked on him. She kept using her breasts to stroke him, enjoying the feel of his slick hardness against her. Then she felt the Master’s fingertips on her tits, his large hands kneading them, pressing them together, working his cock deep between them. Her breasts now encompassed the Master’s cock, and Brenda moaned softly as he began to work his hips back and forth slowly, fucking his cock between her tits.

  This was really exciting her. She had never thought she would really be able to do this with a guy—not with a straight face, at least. But here she was, doing it—with her hands soundly cuffed, which made it that much more erotic to her. The feeling of the Master pressing her tits together so he could fuck her cleavage was surprisingly arousing—somehow it felt very submissive, exquisitely so, as if she were doing this for his pleasure alone—but his thumbs on her nipples kept enough pressure there that Brenda was feeling intense pleasure throb through her nipples with each thrust of his cock. And the Master was eagerly participating—he was plainly enjoying himself, from the groans Brenda heard!

  The Master began to rise off of the seat, gently pressing Brenda back until her buttocks pressed firmly against her white high-heeled shoes. This required her to steady herself with her cuffed hands against the seat behind her. The Master crouched over Brenda as he pressed her breasts together, sliding his cock in and out. His weight against her made Brenda lean further back, until her shoulder blades were against the plush softness of the seat. She felt the Master’s cock stroking quickly between her breasts, sliding into her cleavage. The Master groaned softly and Brenda knew he was going to come. Gently, the Master parted Brenda’s lips with his thumb and lay the head of his cock between them. Eagerly, Brenda began to suck him, using her lips and tongue to bring him off. He pumped into her mouth rapidly, and Brenda felt the first spasms of his orgasm as her mouth filled with his come. She swallowed eagerly and gulped more as some of the precious fluid dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and splashed over her breasts. Brenda sucked harder, feeling another stream fill her mouth. More of the semen dribbled out onto her tits. She swallowed spurt after spurt of the Master’s fluid, eagerly licking his cock all over as he finished. She felt his hands on her breasts, rubbing the thick fluid into her flesh. Brenda moaned as she felt him toying with her nipples. She licked her lips and continued to bathe the Master’s softening cock with her tongue.

  The Master pulled Brenda forward as he relaxed back into his seat. Brenda knelt before him again, as he guided her face into his lap. She let her cheek rest against the scratchy wool of his pants, her lips kissing the softness of his spent cock.

  The Master was breathing hard. “That was wonderful,” he told Brenda. “One of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had. I can’t imagine what you would be able to do if I uncuffed your wrists.”

  Brenda sighed and placed a wet kiss on the soft head of the Master’s prick. “I would love to be able to show you,” she said, “Master.”

  “Mmmmmm. You will. I fully intend to exploit every sexual charm you have to offer me. But already it’s late. I’ve had my driver bring you around to your apartment building.”

  Brenda felt a surge of regret, of loneliness. “It’s already time to go?”

  The Master laughed. “We’ll meet again soon.” The Master produced a pair of keys and reached down to unlock Brenda’s cuffs. She suppressed an urge to use her hands on the Master’s cock, to try to get him hard again and give him a blowjob that would make the one she’d just given him look like dry kissing. She managed to restrain herself.

  “On your knees,” the Master told her. “Facing away from me.” With his hands, he guided Brenda between his slightly spread legs, so that she was kneeling with her naked ass against his crotch. The Master helped Brenda into her coat but didn’t button it for her yet. Then he put his lips very close to her ear.

  “Don’t turn around,” he told her as the limousine rolled to a stop. “Whatever you do, you must not turn around or open your eyes. You must not. Is that understood?”

  It was hard for Brenda to obey, but she knew
she would. “Yes, Master,” she said.

  The Master unlocked the padlock that fastened her blindfold. He slipped the blindfold off of her, and Brenda obediently kept her eyes closed. The Master turned her head with one finger, whispering “don’t open your eyes.” That’s when Brenda felt the Master’s arms going around her, felt his hands resting on her tits.

  He began to play with her nipples as his lips pressed against hers. He teased her mouth open with his tongue and kissed her deeply while he pinched and squeezed her nipples. Brenda felt a surge of excitement going through her body, her pussy juicing immediately as the Master tweaked her sensitive breasts. And the feel of his arms around her, encompassing her as he kissed her, was exquisite. But still she managed to keep her eyes shut tight, even when the Master’s right hand traveled down her body and began to tease her pussy.

  “Oh God,” she whispered as she felt two fingers sliding into her. “Oh yes...”

  The Master kissed her more hungrily, biting at her lower lip as he fingered her. When Brenda was panting and gasping, almost crazy with desire to be fucked by him, he finally pushed her forward, and Brenda fell to her hands and knees as the Master pulled the coat up above Brenda’s waist, exposing her ass.

  “Keep your eyes closed,” he growled. “Don’t turn around.”

  “Oh God...” moaned Brenda softly as she felt the Master leaning forward on the seat, guiding the thick head of his cock to her pussy. She was so wet and wide open for it, when he nudged the cockhead between her lips and then in to her entrance, Brenda couldn’t stop herself from nuzzling back against him, impaling herself on his shaft. She let out a loud wail of pleasure as she felt the Master’s cock entering her fully in one hard stroke.

  Brenda had always loved being fucked from behind—this was by far her favorite position, though she loved all the other ones she’d tried, too. But being penetrated from behind, on her hands and knees, was Brenda’s particular fetish. And getting fucked like this felt so good she was going crazy with desire.