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The Master?s Memoirs- Nikki

*****WARNING, VERY EXTREME******

     I can verify this as a 100% true story, because I witnessed it. But I ask, if you begin to read, finish. It has been dramatized to fill in missing feelings, emotions, and fears. If you choose to turn your back and walk away, I will not think less of you.

     Her name was Nikki and she was running for her life. She didn't know where she was, all that was there was dark. It appeared to be a back alley straight out of a horror movie. She was running into trashcans as she frantically tried to escape. Behind her, now just entering the alley were her two very determined pursuers. They were following very quickly after her. And soon behind them would be the man in the black trench coat walking slowly and calmly behind them. The horror movie proved to again haunt her as she ran into a fence that was too high to climb in time. Her heart was pounding with incredible force as she frantically looked for some kind of help. Her horror movie again proved true because whenever you run into a dead end, there is always an open door on one side or the other. Rushing to her right she found a door and with a kick, she forced it open and ran inside. Only seconds behind were the two men. The first was huge with a black t-shirt and jeans. He was bald and wore a goatee beard and had a piercing through his lip. The second was skinnier with long hair and was wearing jeans and a tank top, and on top of it all he just looked, evil. She heard the two attackers burst in behind her. After only a few more steps she stumbled in the dark and fell and before she could get up, they were on her. Both of them grabbed her and drug her into another room as she screamed and cried for them to let her go.

     The man in the black trench coat calmly walked through the door. His sunglasses hiding his eyes from view. He moved almost as in slow motion. His coat flowing behind him as he walked.

     "Did you think you could get away you fucking bitch?!" said the first man as he slapped her hard and she fell to the floor. The second picked her up by the collar and shook her in his grasp.

     "You made me run, you fucking whore! Do you know what we are fucking going to do to you. Huh bitch. We are going to fuck you so hard that the hospital won't even be able to fix that pussy when we are done!" The second rapist then slapped her again knocking her to the ground. She began to crawl to the door as they laughed at her. Blood was running down her face and made small crimson splashes on the dirty tile as it dripped.

     The man wearing the black trench coat appeared from out of a shadow and slowly turned the corner. His stone cold gaze could be felt through the sunglasses he wore. As she backed away from him, he passed completely by her and stood in the corner as if just to watch her pain and suffering.

     ?Yo X, go get her, fucking rip her clothes off." The two were on her again, tearing at her clothes. Her jacket pulled off easily and the buttons tore off of her shirt as it came off in pieces. She cried and fought with every ounce of self preservation she had.

     "Come on J, grab her pant legs and pull them off." She frantically kicked at them as they tried to pull her pants off. The one known as X caught a shot in the face.

     "Fucking bitch, you kicked me, motherfucker!" He lifted her by her hair and backhanded her, and then he did it again. She cried out.

     "Please stop...let me go, please don't do this!" Between X and J they managed to get her pants off. And as she watched, X flashed open a butterfly knife. She froze in fear, tears streaming down her face. Moving toward her, he cut off her bra and tore off her underwear, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable. She again turned to try to get away, but X stopped her and pushed her up against a wall. He kissed at her, but she turned her head. He then licked her up and down the neck. He slapped her hard once more and grabbed her by the cheeks and squeezed. The pain was so much as her cheeks collapsed inward and she stuck her tongue out. Then X sucked on her tongue and continued to kiss her. Next he grabbed her by the back of her hair again and backhanded her. She fell onto a dirty pile of cushions and slowly tried to crawl in the other direction.

     ?Come on J, go fuck her." J got down on his knees and grabbed her by the hips. He forced her to her knees and he rammed his cock into her pussy as she pleaded with him to stop.

     "Shut up you cunt, I can't fucking concentrate."  And he continued his violent assault on her without remorse.

     She watched helplessly as the man stood in the corner, just watching as she was brutally raped. While J was fucking her, X was in front of her slapping her face and taunting her.

     "You like it don't you, you fucking whore. You were asking for it, and now you got it you little slut." She stared up at him for help, but the man just stared back through dark lenses as he leaned against the wall. Watching her pain and suffering. She thought she was going to die.

    "Of fuck, God yes...Oh God."  J after cumming pulled his dick out and punched her in the back. Then he moved in front of her and wiped the cum onto her lips, she tried to spit it out through her sobs of pain and fear.

     "OOOh babe, your pussy felt soooo good." She was weaker now and had trouble resisting. As X moved in behind her, she could hardly form the words through her hysterical crying.

     "Pleeeaaase don't, I beg you, pleeeeeaasse.? Her voice was fading as she said.

     ?God, please somebody help me.?

     "Stop whining whore, God is going to fuck you when we are done. And now I?m going to fuck you, bitch!" He pulled out his cock and J shouted.

     "Stick it in her ass, put it in the bitches ass, you won't do it.?      

     "You want me to fuck the bitch in the ass? Do you want to get fucked in the butthole, fucking slut?" He grabbed her shoulders and rammed his cock straight into her ass, as she arched her back in seemingly unbearable pain she screamed out for someone to help her.

     "You fucking like my dick in your ass, don't you? It?s so tight baby! I could do this over and over again all night long."  X continued his backdoor assault until he blew his load inside of her. All Nikki could do was collapse from the exhaustion and pain. She continued sobbing as some blood began to pool under her head.

     "X, what do we do? Should we kill the bitch? We can't just have her walking around waiting to ID us can we?" 

     ?Good call man, give me the rope.? And with that X put a rope around her neck and pulled tight cutting off her oxygen. She tried to crawl away, leaving a thin trail of blood from between her legs, but her attacker was just too strong. Darkness began to overtake her?

What happened the night before...

     "Is this an odd request master?"  I looked at her with concern and replied,

     "Now Nikki, I?ve done rape role-playing and fetishes, but never with the kind of violence you want. You want to have me arrange for you to be raped, vaginally and anally, by more than one person. And let them beat the shit out of you in the process? This is very extreme and I?m not sure I am comforterable with the idea.?

     "Why yes master, I have a dream like that. They rape me and beat me until I am bloody and broken. Then they choke me and I wake up just before everything goes black. I wake up so wet and horny, I want it to happen just like the dream."

     "For you my love, I will arrange it, but in order for it to seem real to you. I can?t do it because you know and care for me. I am going to use people that I trust can do the job that you have asked, but that you have never met. And you need to fight them with every ounce of power you have, don't make it easy on them. MAKE them rape you, and this should produce the desired effect. Now I?ve seen these things go horribly wrong, to the point where the girl can't take it. Now because she is crying stop and help me it makes it very difficult for me to know what she wants. Whether she cannot handle it anymore or is just role playing. So I will let it continue no matter what, unless you call out my name, ok. Call out my name and I will stop it. Baby that?s all you have to do and it will be over.?

     "OK master, I thank you so much for your love and concern for me. I will be where I am supposed to tomorrow at 10:00. Before I leave, do you have any requests for me?"

     What happened immediately after the scenario...

     X put a rope around her neck and pulled tight cutting off her oxygen. Darkness was inevitable. I spoke from the corner. (The man in the black trench coat was I.)

     "That?s enough X, let her go." J chimed in. "That was some sick shit, it didn't feel right at all." I replied to him.

     "Thank you both, I knew it was a difficult request, but I promised her. You guys can take off now. And with the handshake, half hug thing guys do, they were off. I got down on my knees next to my broken and bloody submissive. 

     "Nikki, are you ok??

     "I?m just so very tired master. It was just so different then I expected. Thank you so much for taking care of me my master." And with that I picked her up and carried her to my car where I took her away from the dismal scene and made sure she was safe at my house to rest for the coming day.

***NEW STORY!***
This is something I wrote shortly after my years of bdsm. These years were different that what most experience. There was no internet, no rules of right and wrong. The Dominant men in my circle we just that- Dominant. And we did it how we wanted. We had little contact with the world of bondage around us and had no idea of how things were supposed to be. Wasn't until much later I was even familiar with the term collared. So often submissives especially do get upset at this, can't fathom a master having more than one submissive, but I leave the story as it was written... and here it is for your enjoyment...


The Master's Memoirs- Tam and Wendy

"Jesus Christ what time is it!" I said as I rolled over to face the morning light as it shone brightly even from behind the shade. My eyes focused on the mirrored ceiling above me. As I attempted to move, I pulled my sleeping arm from under Wendy as she stirred from the withdraw. While sitting up, the room spun a little as I quickly put my arms down to regain my balance.

"God I've got to quit drinking during my sessions, especially where more than one woman are involved." I said out loud as if either of the two sleeping women could hear me through their slumber. Rolling over Tamara and to the floor I continued to stretch and made my way to the exquisitely furnished bathroom. Lifting the lid I expelled the remnants of last evenings drinking session. After the second shake I respectfully closed the lid and flushed. Continuing back toward the bedroom I found my briefcase, and while removing a pen and paper, sat down at the desk in the corner. Suddenly and without warning, my mind wandered to my newest submissive, and possibly the one in which I saw the most potential. Never before had a sub taken on so strong and so quickly the role of pleasing me. But she immediately seemed to dedicate every minute of her life to me. Never having turned down an opportunity to deliver pleasure to her master. She is always obedient and eagerly respectful. I began to pen a message to Rebecca as I formed a plan for us in my mind and went over my schedule for the day. The note read:

Rebecca my Love, "Feel free to use my shower, TV, or stereo during your stay. Upon my arrival at 7:30 sharp, please select something from the CD collection, you know my tastes. And have dinner ready, cook it as you would like, I trust in your ability. Have four place settings ready for I am bringing company. Feel free to "play" with Justice while you wait for me to grace you with my presence. At 7:30 when I arrive, have dinner served, wine poured and be blindfolded waiting. Your Master." Stuffing the letter in a large brown envelope, I elegantly wrote Rebecca's name on the front. And I placed it in my briefcase, walked to the dresser, and into the drawer designated for me. (All of my submissives are required to have a drawer for me in the event I chose to stay with them). In it I removed a pair of black leather pants and a white tank top. And taking them into the bathroom I set them down on the counter by the sink and turned on the water. While opening the shower door, steam escaped and the mirror fogged. Suddenly I felt her presence. Turning, I saw Wendy standing naked before me, her eyes bowed slightly in submission.

"How may I serve you this morning master?" She was very attractive, thin and athletic with gorgeous full and firm breasts, and beautifully shaven pussy. Her dark hair hung on her bare shoulders. She was a wonderful girl who chose me as her master only a few short weeks ago. But was devoted to the learning. Wendy had a slightly darker side at times, which is why I sometimes referred to her as my Dark Angel. I reached under her chin and lifted until her eyes met mine, I kissed her deeply as we stared. It is important to me that my submissives know my love and care for them. And a long and honest stare helps them to see and believe.

"It would please me my Angel if you would wash me."

"It would be my pleasure master". We both stepped into the shower and I stood with my hands on the wall as the hot water cascaded down my back, soothing me with heat. Wendy got in behind me, rubbed some soap on her hands and began to massage my shoulders roughly.

"Mmmmm baby, I love the way you do that." She continued, moving up and down my back with increasing pressure. Then I felt her breasts on my back as she reached around and lathered up my hairy chest. Then she washed my hair and moved down to my legs and feet. After standing up, she re-applied soap to her hands and washed my ass, then moved around and rubbed my cock with her slippery hands. It sprung to life. She paid extra special attention, and lots of time here as the pleasurable feelings increased. Wendy unhooked the showerhead from the wall, and stretched the hose to rinse the soap completely from my body. With two hands she tried to return it and as she stood on her tiptoes with an arm around either side of my head, I turned into her, wrapped my hands around her waist, and began kissing her neck. She got the showerhead back in place and put her arms around my neck and moaned her approval to my mouth. My hands slid down to her ass and squeezed tightly as I pulled her close against my hard dick, and then we kissed deeply and passionately for a few long moments before she knelt in front of me and taking my bulging cock in her mouth sucked me deep inside and back out again, as her hand followed and worked in unison with her mouth. I had both hands in her hair as I maneuvered her to my liking. When she stood up, I stepped behind her and gently pushed her toward the wall. Wendy braced herself and bent foreword slightly and I entered her from behind. Her pussy was incredibly tight and I slid in easily as my cock slid over the dripping wet folds of skin leading deep inside her. My hands found her hips as I pumped her very slowly, but with hard thrusts from behind.

"Ohhhhh God babe, you feel so damn good," I said to her. She reached behind and withdrew me and moved the head to her tight asshole, turned toward me and said in a requestful voice

"Only if it pleases you my master" I answered by pushing foreword. And as I tightly squeezed myself in, she cried out;

"Uhhhhgod " Her hand returned to the wall as I continued my rhythm. Then I reached for the showerhead and turning the selector dial to pulse, moved it down until the pulses of water were slamming into her clit. She cried out and arched her back while I continued to plunge into her. She soon burst into an explosive squirting orgasm

"Aaahhh, oooh, oooohhhhhGOD!" and at the sound of her scream felt my load burst from me and into her dark tunnel. I leaned against her and we caught our breath. We rinsed again, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Wendy got a large fluffy towel and dried me, and as I shaved she dried herself.

"Master?"

"Yes my love"

"With your permission, I'd like to go back to bed and lie down."

"Of course my Angel." I kissed her on the cheek and led her to the bedroom where she lay down, and I covered her. Her eyes were so beautiful as I looked into them while kissing her again.

"My Angel, I would like you and Tamara ready for dinner at about 6:30, wear something elegant. We shall be going out."

"Yes my Lord, I will make sure we are ready as you have instructed." Returning to the bathroom, I dressed, combed my hair and added a splash of Drakkar. Gathering my things I headed for the spiral staircase that led to the first floor. As I passed the clock I could not believe it was 11:00.

"Waaaay too much to drink." I took my cell phone from a pocket in my leather trench coat and held it as I thought of where Id have Rebecca meet me...then it hit me. Why not at Sandi's. I was staying there anyway, and then I would not have to move my puppy, Justice. Her house was in the ghetto, but we painted it, furnished it elegantly, and even spent a shitload of money transforming the basement into a dungeon with all of the "toys", and an absolutely state of the art security system.. I headed to my car and returned the phone to my pocket. I will call her later.

Fumbling for the keys and opening the door I sat down and in the same motion inserted the key. The engine of my '69 Stingray roared to life and the tired chirped as I put the car in gear. There was a food store a few miles up the road and there was still much to do. Turning in I quickly covered the area of the parking lot and closed the distance to the store. I parked, exited the vehicle, reached for my trench coat and closed the door. The alarm bleeped its presence in the usual way. Putting my coat on I was a force to be reckoned with. Trench coat flowing behind me, a long moustache down past the corners of my mouth, and a pair of Gargoyle sunglasses to complete the look. Upon entering the store I removed the sunglasses and placed them in my inside coat pocket. People in the store looked at me strange for I display an awesome presence. Many will look, but few will dare to meet my intense gaze. The persona I show to the world that is not a direct part of the person I am, but merely a way to express the fact that I do not wish to be fucked with.. I gathered the few items that I needed and placed them in the basket. Rigatoni noodles, white clam sauce, fresh cut string beans, romaine lettuce with grated cheese, croutons, Caesar dressing, and a loaf of ready to cook French bread. Sandi always has the best wines available so I could skip that. Taking the purchases to the checkout I placed them on the conveyor belt. And reached for my wallet. The cashier said

"How are you today?" and I noticed she was staring into my eyes with a smile that could melt iron. I was momentarily captivated and fought for a word.

"I'm doing well, and you?"

"Oh you know, same old, same old. Work n stuff." I thought for a moment that I'd like to continue this conversation, but I had too much to do. As I accepted my change with a thank you, I left. When I reached the door, I glanced back, and yes, she was still watching me as I left. I took a moment to ponder her flavor... Vanilla. On my way out to the car I was taken back to see my door open, and legs hanging out from under it. Another guy was standing watch. I forgot about the cashier's wonderful smile as a rage overtook me. The watchman locked his eyes on mine and I saw true fear in them.

"Stop Jim, we need to go now!"

"What? I almost got it." Before the first guy knew what happened I was on him, grasping him by his dirty denim coat and threw him to the pavement. The other guy tried to stand up and I kicked the door into his chest, collapsing him. While turning to the first, I saw he had a crowbar or some weapon in his hand. Reaching into my coat I removed a short, black metal pole and unscrewed the middle to reveal a chain stretched between the two halves. Nunchauk. Using the years of practice I had, I swung them around with ferocious velocity, and with two quick strikes had disarmed him and knocked him out cold. Blood had sprayed from his mouth onto the side of my car.

"You motherfucker!" I kicked him once out of spite, until I realized the other was behind me. Facing him, I was just able to jerk to one side just in time to avoid a switchblade in the gut. It passed harmlessly between my side and right arm. I wrapped the chain around his wrist and turned around pulling his arm over my shoulder. Quickly jerking it down, I snapped the joint while he screamed out in pain and the arm flopped to the side. Picking up the knife and looking around, I considered killing him, but the pain I had inflicted I felt was sufficient. I lifted him by his neck.

"If you want to get out of here with the rest of your body parts intact, I suggest you wipe your partners blood off of my car! And get the fuck out of my sight!" He quickly and nervously did just that. Getting back in my Vette, I quickly drove to Janet's house where I kept my other car. I had some Rob Zombie blaring on the CD player. The harder the music, the calmer it made me. I took my cell phone from a pocket in my leather trench coat and looked at my watch .It was around 2:30. I dialed Rebecca's number and waited...

"Hello"

"Rebecca, we are to see each other this evening." She replied.

"Of course master."

"I'm leaving you an envelope at 1830, 9th St. in Philadelphia. This is a friend's house in a secure area. (I called it a secure area because I had two friends that lived next door. Two really large friends, who were both masters themselves, and both of them learned it from me.) The key will be hidden above the door. And you shall prepare yourself as to my instructions. And you will be ready for me by no later than 7:30. You know what I like, so you know what to bring. Take care my love."

"See you tonight my master." I hung up the phone and headed to the house, stopping along the way to deposit the groceries in the trunk of my sleek black 1997 Chevy Impala SS. I gathered a few things I had in my designated drawer and returned to the car. I operated the remote locks from the key chain and the black leather squeaked quietly as I sat. The engine growled as the key was turned and purred loudly as a muscle car should. Pulling in the driveway of Sandi's house, I removed the groceries and made my way to the door. I could hear Justice barking and he assaulted me when I opened the door.

"Was Carol here to let you out? I know she was" He licked me until I fought him off and put the groceries in the kitchen. I also removed a bottle of red wine from the rack and put it on the table. Then patting my puppy I headed for the door. The key was placed after I locked up and then the envelope was securely placed on the front of the glass. I walked over to and got in my still running car and closed the door bathing myself in darkness from the tinted windows. It was around 3:30 when I made it back to Tamara's house. Putting the car in the garage, I found her sitting on the couch in a tight black dress with spaghetti straps. She smiled as I entered the room.

"May I ask you for a ride to the drugstore master?"

"Of course you may my love." I took her hand and led her to the car. I opened the passenger door and a devilish smile appeared on her face. "If it pleases you my lord, I thought maybe we'd get in the back seat." I looked a little puzzled.

"Angel I thought we were going to the drugstore." I could detect just a slight grin, but she tried to hide it.

"I don't need to go to the drugstore master."

"Is there something you would like to suggest to me love?" Her gaze broke mine and she lowered her head in submission.

"I've been bad master, and I think you should punish me." She talked in a sweet voice, but the devilish grin was still present. Closing the front door, I opened the back and helped her in. Reaching for the specially designed remote, I moved the front seats all of the way up to make more room. Tamara looked gorgeous against the leather. I kissed her gently for a minute and helped her out of her dress. She had B cup breasts that stood up perfectly as they hit the cool air. To my delight she wore a studded leather G-string. Tamara was definitely a naughty girl. From under the front seat I slid a box, and opened it to reveal certain toys of my craft. I removed two sets of handcuffs, stretched her arms out to the sides of the car and chained them to the clothing hooks that I had modified for this purpose. I closed them tightly around her wrists as she moaned her approval. Taking off the trench coat, I teased her nipples with my tongue until they became stiff and clipped nipple clamps on them. She arched her back in pleasure.

"Master I have been bad, punish me as only you know how." I grinned at her flattery, but looked at my watch, it was nearing 4, and we still needed to get ready and get to Sandi's.

"Of course, exquisite punishment, but we need to finish quickly as to make our dinner engagement."

"Then please my master, I beg for you to finish me." From out of the box came a small cat of nine tails that I expertly swung making contact with her ass. She flinched and made a sound of sheer delight. I slapped her again and again.

"Uuunnhh That feels good my lord." I continued until the area was glowing pink. I then proceeded to whip her a few times on her stomach, but much more gently. I then got out two vibrators that I activated and with the first rubbed it on her pussy until it was sufficiently wet, then slid it gently in her ass. She cried with delight as at the same time I rubbed the first on her clit. She ground against it and in only a few minutes screamed in delight at her climax. I started to pack up my toys and she begged,

"Please master, make me cum again, oh God please." Seeing the desperation in her eyes, I slid down my pants and knelt in front of her. Getting in to position I slid my swollen dick into her extreme wetness. With one hand I grabbed her ass for leverage, with the other I pumped the vibrator in and out of her ass as I fucked her hard and fast.

"Harder my lord" She moaned

"Hurt me! Make my pussy bleed!" I increased my power until I was lifting her off of the seat and banging her head into the roof of the car. She exploded into orgasm a moment before me. I pulled out as she passionately screamed in delight and squirted my juices toward her face as she licked at the air trying to catch them. I then removed the chains and all of the toys. And kissed her again.

"Thank you so much master."

"And thank you, my sweet Tamara for your love and devotion."

"Master I will clean you car and wash your toys and return them."

"Thank you Tamara, I will appreciate it." Going back inside I found Wendy ready, and I went back upstairs and put on a black tux with a red vest and bow tie. As I finished Tamara was also ready. We headed out to the car and I opened the door for Wendy and closed it behind her. Then to the other side for Tamara and shut her in also. By the time I got around and got in, they were already close and softly kissing. A sight I relished before starting the engine. The drive was short and I arrived at exactly 7:30. Opening the door for the girls, I saw Rebecca's car and knew she would have everything exactly as I requested. We walked up to the house and sliding my key into the lock I looked over the women I had brought with me, Beautiful. I heard Justice bark as I opened the door.

Rebecca's Ride

It had seemed like we'd been talking on the computer forever before I first heard your voice, then forever again before we set up this meeting. I felt like I knew you and every inch of your body even though I'd never even had the opportunity to touch you lips. I took a park and ride train because the thought of being somewhere with no transportation did not appeal to me. As I got off the train, I saw you immediately. While I approached you, I jokingly asked,

"Are you Rebecca?" You looked puzzled,

"I'm joking."

Then you smiled and we hugged. I don't think I'll ever forget the way your body felt against mine at that moment, warm and soft. We held each other tight in all the right places. When we sat down for lunch and could not keep our eyes off each other. After not too much time passed, we realized we should be going soon. It was obvious we wanted to get to do the things we'd only previously talked about until then. I asked if I should follow you to your house. You told me a friend had dropped you off so you could ride with me. OK, but when we stopped you said,

"You're kidding, this is it?" I replied.

"Yes, my Honda, and I always carry an extra helmet."

You got on the bike behind me and held yourself tightly to me. As I started the engine, it roared because the exhaust is broken, which also caused it to vibrate excessively. You must have felt it because I could feel your hands tightening on my chest, grabbing and clawing at the small hairs. Suddenly while driving, it hit me that we weren't going to make it to your house. I purposely kept the bike in a lower gear to keep the RPM's and the vibrations higher. I could only imagine what was going on, on the seat behind me. Just as I began looking for a place to pull over so we could be alone, you began to run you hands over my stomach and onto my thighs. While I pulled off onto a dirt road your hands were gently massaging my crotch and I could feel myself getting hard in your hand. As I stopped, I yanked the bike up on its kickstand. As I was turning it off, you grabbed my hand and said

"No, leave it on."

"Whatever makes you happy my Angel."

I reached around you from the side and caught your shirt and pulled you around front to where you were straddling me. Now all of those vibrations were traveling through me and into you. And the area was getting very wet. I could feel you grinding yourself into me while you enjoyed the feeling. We leaned in to kiss, but just as our lips were about to meet, I pulled on the back of your hair stopping you, and ran my tongue around your lips.

"Do you think I didn't learn anything from our talks on the computer, I know what you want."

"Then give it to me master."

I pulled back on your hair and began to kiss your neck, tracing it down with my tongue to your shoulder. I gently bit and heard a slight moan. And the harder I bit, the louder you got. I followed back up your neck and as I began nearing your mouth you tried to kiss me, which I stopped that with a hair pull

"Do you want to kiss me?" You looked hungry.

"Yes."

"Then beg for it."

"Please master, I really want to, I want to now."

I pondered it a moment.

"And I will consider your request, but not just yet."

You put your arms around me and tried to pull me to you, but I grabbed you by your wrists and put them behind your back.

"Now if you don't do what I say, I will have to make you."

And with that I pulled your arms back and with the buttons on your sleeves, expertly hooked them on the handlebars. So there you were, arms behind you, straddling me, leaning back on a running motorcycle. I began to run my hands over your shoulders and down to your breasts. While trying to unbutton your shirt, I got annoyed and pulled from its sheath a very large, very sharp knife. You almost looked scared as I cut through you blouse and tore it down the front.

"Now sweetheart, if what you see frightens you, then I will have to do something about that too."

And with those words I cut a piece of material from the front of your shirt and made a makeshift blindfold. You almost smiled as I tied it.

"You see baby, I do know what you like."

After the tying I pressed the knife against your stomach, you flinched at the cold steel. Then it occurred to me, by tying your hands I'd never get your bra off. So I gently slid the knife upward, sliding it under the strap and gently in between your breasts. I purposely used little pressure so you would feel the sawing motion as the knife moved slowly and delicately, cutting the fabric of you restraint. Selfishly hiding your exquisite body from the one who had promised you, and was very soon to deliver, ultimate pleasure. As the knife cut through, your breasts anxiously sprung from their prison, eager for the attention they were about to receive. Eager also was the look on your face, but you dared not ask me to continue, for fear that I would deliver a far worse torture than was already being unleashed to my favorite of all submissives. I leaned forward, softy and quietly so as not to disturb your feeling of anxiety, and brushed my lips against yours. By the time you realized what had happened and went to kiss back, I had pulled out of your reach. You leaned up to me, but to no avail.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"Yes, baby please..." I interrupted.

"Baby? Did we suddenly get casual? Do you not understand who it is you are with?"

You started to reply.

"I'm sorry..." I interrupted again.

"Oh you're sorry are you? I was not finished speaking. Do you think you can just talk to me whenever you want? Interrupt me in the middle of a sentence?" She paused. So I continued.

"You may answer now."

"I'm sorry master, please forgive me."

"And why should I forgive you?" She continued.

"Please forgive me master for I am not accustomed to someone with your power. I am only learning how to serve you best. Learning how to best please you."

"Patience, you will learn all I have to offer. However, until you learn the proper respect, you will only speak when granted permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes master."

"Then let me say again, beg me to kiss you."

"Master it is what I've dreamed of, to lick your lips, to taste your tongue. Please, I beg of you my master."

"Because of your little altercation earlier, I will only let you taste my tongue. Now lean towards me."

As you reached for me yearning for the opportunity for our lips to meet, I stayed far enough away so as to keep you from reaching me. When I saw you could go no further, only then did I gently licked your lips. I saw your tongue emerged for it's first encounter with mine. And just for a moment we licked and teased, but at the point I felt the enjoyment was too much for you, I again pulled your hair, giving me once again access to your bare neck. I kissed hard and long savoring every inch down to your shoulder and back up. I leaned to you, not letting go of your hair, so you could feel my body and chest against your nakedness. I pulled your hair the other way. It gave me access to the other side of your neck. I ran my fingernails from the back of your neck, down your spine to the top of your pants. Then I slid my hand in, and dug my fingernails into your ass just a little. I pulled in and down while I thrust my hips upward, grinding myself between your legs. I could feel how incredibly dripping wet you were.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes master, I like it very much"

"Would you like me to continue?"

"Please master, give me the privilege of pleasure by you."

Continuing my rhythmical grinding into you, it became harder and faster while your breathing increased. I pulled harder on your hair and began to lick and kiss you between your breasts. While I was teasing your nipple, I let go of your hair and took your breast in my free hand and began kneading it, like you needed me to. You attempted to find my mouth with yours, but my head was purposely placed in such a position that you unable to complete that mission.

"Can you feel this ok?"

"Master it's wonderful"

"Do you think the feeling could be improved upon if I took these pants off for you?"

"Yes, please master, I beg of you, take them off"

In anticipation you moved your feet to the pegs on the side of the bike and lifted yourself off of me. I unfastened the button, and as you arched your stomach forward, slid your pants and panties over your hips and down onto your thighs. Then by placing your weight on my lap, lifted your legs in the air as I slowly pulled them off over your feet. As you settled back in position, I took both hands and began to massage the tops of your thighs. Rubbing downward and in until my thumbs were running through the hairs on your bush. I turned one of my hands over and began feeling farther down, gently teasing either side of your lips, but being very careful not to touch the center. I could hear your breathing becoming more labored; you were ready and probably had been for a while. With just one finger I began to finger your clit, just a little. And slowly slid the finger inside of your warm and dripping wet opening. This time I heard a moan escape your lips. Just slight, eager and wanting. I then put two fingers in so I could feel how tight you were. My anxiousness was growing too, but I had perfect control, which is why I am the master. I removed my fingers but again stopped at your clit and pinched it slightly between my first and second finger and began putting pressure there as I maneuvered my fingers in tiny circles as only a master can.

"Are you ready for me to undress now?"

"Please master, I need you to be fulfilled, my only desire is to pleasure you."

I placed my feet on the rear pegs and slid my pants down, and lifted one leg out at a time. I sat back down close to you and grabbed my cock and began to rub it on the insides of your thighs. You began to push yourself toward me, but the restraints on your wrists did not allow you to go far. I circled around and through your patch and slid it up and down your eager lips. I pushed it inside you, but only a fraction of its length and pulled it back out. I repeated this several time before I pressed it into your clit and rubbed in tiny circles.

"Do you want me inside of you now?"

"Yes master please, show me the meaning of true pleasure, have me any way you'd like. My only desire is your pleasure"

"Yes my student, but do you deserve to feel me inside of you?"

"I am learning master, and undeserving of your pleasure. I only hope you see fit to teach me about how to pleasure you in every way"

"Alright then I am going to give you a test to see if you are deserving of my teaching, to see if you will obey me no matter the circumstance. What ever happens, you are not to make a sound until I tell you its OK, Do you understand?"

"I understand master"

With that I climbed off the bike and stood on one side. I was about to administer the ultimate test in self-control. One I was almost certain you would fail, and then I would be forced to stop the session, because you had to learn the master is to be obeyed and respected at all costs. With you not being able to see what I was doing I gently licked the inside of your thigh and grabbed hold of them to keep balance. While gently biting and kissing I made my way forward and started rubbing my face in the soft fur that covered the mound over your eager pussy. My tongue gently tasted the outer lips as your body quivered. My tongue circled and teased your clit as you ground your hips on my face. I reached my hands under your ass and dug my nails in as I pulled your pussy close and expertly ate you as if I'd never have the opportunity again. Your breathing increased to a feverish pace as I increased the speed of my tongue. My nails dug in hard as I felt you begin to shake violently and release you warm fluid over my face and I heard... silence. I stood up, and my rock hard cock was reaching for you.

"You have impressed me with your devotion to my orders, and not only will I deliver as I have promised, but reward you further."

I climbed back on the bike and maneuvered myself into position underneath your ass. I moved forward and slid myself into your extremely wet pussy as only a master can. Slowly I entered until my balls made contact with your ass. And still you made no sound as I heard your breath rapidly escape.

"My love, you may make noise if you would like now"

"OOOH GOD!"

A half scream escaped your quivering lips! You rode me like a pro. My dick was rapidly entering and exiting you tight opening as your moans of ecstasy began to overcome the motor of the bike.

"Now my patient one for your reward."

I expertly and swiftly, with a flick of my wrist, opened my butterfly knife and in a flash of silver steel, cut your hand restraints and blindfold. Your arms flew around me and immediately I felt nails in my back. Our bodies pressed tightly together as your ass and luscious lips rose and fell as my cock mercilessly kept pace. Sweat was pouring off as you cried out again.

"My lord, I'm going to cum."

And as soon as it was about to gush forth, I reached up and hit the throttle sending massive vibrations through my dick and into your beautifully tight cunt and still your moans of ecstasy overrode the sound of the engine. I felt the warm wet fluid gush from you again as the blood from your nails made scarlet trails down my back. And in the next moment I knew I was going to deliver my load also. You could sense my orgasm rapidly approaching as you in a motion leaped from me and the bike and swallowed my shaft whole, sucking and pumping with your hand as the cream colored liquid oozed from your mouth as my back arched and my fingers tore at your hair and a moan of shear delight escaped my lips. My legs were weak, and our bodies exhausted as we collapsed on to the cool grass. Our eyes locked on each other, and at that moment, we truly knew each other. My breathing was still labored as I said.

"Now Rebecca, my favorite of all of my submissives, you have earned the right to kiss me."

And with that, our lips locked and our arms found their way around each other again. And through the Domination, and the teasing, and the sex, nothing did more for our longing to understand each other as that one kiss. We had many sessions after that, but that kiss is the one thing I will never forget, as long as the sun rises for me and my sweet, sweet, Rebecca.