“emily!” I heard His voice behind me.
From my knees at my chores polishing the floor, I turned with a wide swish of my blonde hair, looking up through my lashes at Him.
“Yes Master, how may emily please you Master?”
My heart was already in my throat, my body already flushed with nervous, vulnerable excitement at His voice.
“Come here girl.”
“Yes Master, at once Master.”
I put down the polishing rags and rose gracefully to my feet. Keeping my eyes respectfully below His belt, my fingers clasped nervously together before me, I walked towards Him. Swinging my hips from my belly down as I walked, my breasts bobbing pertly in my tight black baby doll chemise. Excruciatingly self conscious, of His eyes on me, I knelt slowly at His feet.
“How may emily please you Master?”
He reached down and with His hands on my waist slowly lifted me to my feet.
“You are already pleasing me emily.”
I blushed.
He smiled “Good girl emily.”
“Thank you Master”
“What a pretty girl you are emily.”
I flushed hotly, my tight panties growing hot and moist. I felt myself squelch.
“Thank you Master”
“& how delightful you smell now too girl.”
My whole upper body blushed intensely. Looking down I was quite crimson.
“Oh Master, thank you Master”
Inadvertently I brushed a loose lock of hair, behind my ear. It immediately fell back down again. I bit my lip flustered. Pleased, He reached down and pulled me towards Him kissing my soft glossy lips. His tongue demanding & insistent penetrating my lips. Then He released me, letting my face sink back, as He watched me. I felt an excruciatingly sweet tremor of hunger & desire. I remained looking down breathing heavily. He lifted my chin with His finger, so my deep blue eyes were locked in His deep dark, demanding gaze. I was transfixed looking up at Him adoringly at my Master.
“Good girl emily.”
My voice was throaty husky, “Thank you Master” I panted.
He patted my bottom possessively, I almost sank to my knees with helpless arousal, my smooth thighs feeling very hot & velvety moist now. My panties feeling so tight & sticky now.
With His other hand He lifted the hem of my chemise, exposing my panties. The black charmeuse silk was as thin as it was slippery. Glossy on both sides and sheer at the same time on my curves. Tint & low cut and very high on my thighs, just covering my panties if I stood absolutely still & straight. It was the only type of garment I & His other girls were permitted. He pushed a finger into the fabric, probing the smoothness, between my lips onto my clitoris. I gasped looking into His eyes as He slowly rotated His finger around my hard little nub. My fingers fluttered nervously, reaching out to Him, but not allowed to touch Him without permission. He nodded giving His assent. I clutched His arm, with both hands as He continued to touch me..
“Thank you Master”
“The pleasure is mine girl.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master”
He smiled.
“Do you enjoy your little chores emily?”
“Yes Master very much so Master, thank you Master”
I squirmed squeezing His hand with my thighs as I slowly ground and rotated my hips on His finger.
“Why do you enjoy your chores emily?”
“Because this girl does them lovingly just for you Master.” & was finding it so difficult to speak now. Wanting to, needing to just moan & whimper under His intimate caress
“and hot little emily?”
“Because she hopes it pleases you Master, & it excites her to please you My Master.”
“Do you also enjoy your little chores because I instruct you to perform them”
“Oh yes Master.”
“Your feminine chores with diligent perfection?.”
“Yes Master emily does Master.”
“You like being attentive and obedient?”
“Yes Master emily loves being obedient to you My Master.”
“Even though you might be punished if I am in the slightest displeased?”
His gaze seemed even more intense now. I parted my lips to respond, but He patted my bottom again to silence me momentarily.
“Answer me from your heart emily.”
I squirmed with helpless arousal. Remembering well the tang of hard leather on my bottom and thighs. The stinging pain & choking fear of the whips domination. The shame and humiliation of being helpless under the lash. My own wet panties stuffed into my mouth to silence my fearful cries, while He administered 10 stinging lashes, across my buttocks & the tender backs of my inner thighs. & the incredible burning arousal I had felt kissing the still warm whip blade after I had been so sternly & implacably punished. The blade still warm & moist, reeking of my sex and fear. How I had sobbed and begged to please Him. But He had bound me and gagged me again with my sopping panties. Locking me tearfully in the darkness of the curtained cage. But how lovingly & submissively I had pleased Him with my lips the next time He called for me. How wonderful the taste of His thick cum had been in my mouth. How thick it had tasted as I swallowed. & how rapturously I had surrounded to Him the next time He held me down and raped me. especially as He had once again gagged me with my warm wet panties, stuffed into my lips.
“Yes Master emily loves being kept under Your perfect discipline, thank you Master.” I was simpering.
He lifted the black leather riding crop from where it was hanging from the side of His leather chair and pressed the hard but supple tab to my lips. I kissed it, trembling & afraid. Even though the whip was polished and dreadfully smooth, worn with use. I could still taste and smell the unmistakeable odour of female sex and fear. His eyes were on mine as I trembled and shivered kissing the blade.
“Good girl emily.” He said placing the crop down on the arm of the chair. Where we could both see it and within easy reach for Him.
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” Choking with relief.
Not ever wanting to be punished, again but loving His dominance. Loving being His to punish me if He so pleased.
I was rarely punished, wanting to be a good girl and obedient for my Master. More often though, He would teasingly find ways to discipline me. putting me across His knees and spanking me, often prior to enjoying my lips intimately on Him. He was not gentle with His spankings, nor did I ever wish Him to be. He would tease me, commenting how much sweeter my fellatio seemed with my bottom pre warmed, enjoying watching me blush hotly, knowing His spanks made me feel so utterly vulnerable. & then there was Him slapping my bottom firmly as I walked past, busy at my chores. Just to enjoy my startled squeals & yelps.
I was so wet now on His finger, my panties were soaked through on His finger.
“How pleasant it is to be here girl. To be rewarded with such good food, drink and music & such pretty obedient girls.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“& you too are kept rewarded & satisfied aren’t you girl?”
“Master ?” I was flustered unsure of His meaning.
“Here you are free to be beautiful and pretty for your Master. To devote yourself to loving & pleasing Him. To be submissive and pliant for your Master. Without fretting, in a vain attempt to be in any way equal to your Masters. To be feminine & subservient to His desires. Utterly lost & abandoned in your loving Him.”
“Yes Master.”
“To be pretty, lovely & desirable.”
“Yes Master thank you Master.”
How I loved being desirable for Master. One of my favourite activities was kneeling with the other girls with all the pots, sticks, & brushes of cosmetics eagerly making ourselves pretty for them. Musking your body with scent for Him. & yes looking at the other girls & finding them so sexual, so exciting, so lovely. Wanting Master helplessly so much , but also wistfully wanting each other, so much & knowing that their, my, pleasure is for the Masters only. Makes you so deliciously needful, forlornly squirming with desire. Locked in the tiny curtained cage overnight, if you are not chosen. Lying on the small thin heart shaped satin cushions. Curled up close to each other, soft curves, clinging close. Inhaling each others sultry aroma. So thick & sticky in the air, almost syrupy. On opening the curtain in the morning Master often comments on the strong overpowering odour of women who ache & squirm for their Masters. Commenting that the overbearing heat and scent is so fitting, for women such as us. We look down embarrassed with self conscious humiliation. Simmering in our needs.
“What man could see you in any other terms than for His sexual pleasure.”
“Oh Master…”
“& to want to own you & have you intimately obey Him.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“For my enjoyment having you lovely and submissive at my feet.”
“Yes Master.”
“& your role is to be obedient and lovely for you Master”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
He pressed more firmly now between my lips, watching me closely, Smiling as I squirmed and gasped in tears with my need for Him,
“Do you want to cum for me girl?”
“Yes Master…”
“Do you need to cum, to submit and surrender to me girl?”
“Oh yes My Master, emily does Master, please Master.”
“Such pretty whimpers and moans emily.”
“Ooooh Master, thank you ooh…. My Master.”
He let me linger & hover on the very brink of orgasm, but didn’t permit me to climax. He withdrew His finger & held it glistening with my sticky juices to my lips
“Clean me sweetly pretty emily”
“Yes Master.” I gasped hotly
I Sucked His finger into my lips lovingly. Tasting my thick & sticky juices, my heat & love for Him. Tasting my thick hot shameful need. Sucking slowly into my mouth while He watched my lips slowly hungrily withdrawing, sucking His finger lovingly.
He smiled & cupped my bottom with His hand “I think I prefer my vantage point, lovely emily”
“Oh Master, Yes Master, thank you Master.” My eyes welling with tears, but so happy & satisfied to be His.
He smiled again
“Take your pretty little blonde head & hurry and fetch your Master a cold cider, emily, I am thirsty.” He said patting my bottom.
“Yes Master.” I whispered through thick sticky lips.
At the bar I carefully selected an ice chilled glass & some heart shaped ice cubes, then poured His cider carefully from the cold bottle into the glass filling it perfectly. There is always an ample choice of the finest chilled beers and ciders, and wines and spirits, just for the Masters enjoyment. & always a selection of fine both hot & cold foods & snacks for the men. Girls would spend all day, from early in the morning till late at night, hand preparing & cooking food. Everything was fresh nothing was rehashed or reheated. The aroma of the food so delicious, especially the sweets but it was for the Masters & not for us We were kept hurriedly busy at our various chores, cooking, cleaning, serving all day. Our chores were domestic, menial & feminine. The men enjoyed us watching as they relaxed. & we loved to be watched by the Master while we were busy at our chores.
I strode gracefully back to Him carefully, clasping the glass in both hands in front of me. Keeping my stride graceful, very mindful of the delicate belled chain between my ankles. It had a single bell loose on the 1 foot chain, fastened with tiny heart shaped locks around my ankles. I had been told it permitted the same length of step as my panties would do around my ankles. The gold chain, with its heart shaped links was far stronger than it appeared, easily too inflexible for me to break. It was one of the only pieces of jewellery I was permitted. The other being the ringed bells on my pert nipples. Sometimes He decided that I should wear a short chain between the rings with a single bell hanging from it. On other occasions no chain but just one bell on one nipple and on the other a tiny heart shaped locket, as He pleased.
I lowered myself to my knees in front of Him. Lifting the glass, His glass to my bosom & lowering my lips to kiss the rim, careful not to taste the liquid or to sully the taste for Him in any way with my lips. Trembling slightly, with emotion, kissing His cup.
I lifted it in both hands up over my bowed head to Him.
“Your drink Master, emily hopes it pleases you and that your girl pleases you with her service.”
He reached down & lifted my chin, so that He could look into my eyes. The icy mist of cider bubbles fizzling & popping in front of my eyes.
“I find your service very pleasing emily.”
“Thank you Master.”
He took the glass from my fingers holding my fingertips together with one hand & supped it, then letting my hands drop He brushed my lips softly with His fingers, tracing my little heart shaped pout idly, while He took another draught.
“Do you want to please me while I drink emily?.”
“Ohh yes, yes My Master.” I gushed.
“Good girl emily.”
“I want you to serve me kissing me perfectly emily. & I want to see your need to please me increase with my mounting pleasure. Your vulnerable need for my pleasure, to burn & melt inside you as your loving lips sink onto me.”
“Yes Master, oh yes My Master.”
He & I both knew, He didn’t need to instruct me in this way. But it pleased Him & excited me so much for Him to instruct me so.
He pulled me closer between His knees. My face between His legs, the bulge in His trousers at my lips.
“& you will please me with your soft lips girl.”
“Yes Master.”
With trembling fingers I opened His bulging trousers, releasing His thick strong erection. Looking up over His swollen slightly throbbing glans into His deep eyes. He was so big & straight. I was overcome with desire to have Him inside me, to love & surrender everything and to adore and please Him.
“Master is so hard already.” I whispered
“Well I did say you were quite lovely today emily.”
“Thank you Master, emily loves you Master.” I whispered throatily.
“& I may enjoy you any time I please, pretty emily. You are desirable & beautiful , loving, but you are for my erotic pleasure. & it is perfectly acceptable for you to be miserable & to squirm aching with your need. In fact it is very desirable & pleasing to see you so helpless and vulnerable with your desire & wanting so much to please me.”
In the cage overnight if we are not chosen to serve. We girls lie there whimpering and moaning to each other, lost in the throes of burning desire. We are not permitted to masturbate or to touch each other intimately. But often we will squeeze our thighs together, with each other or hold another girls hand clasped between each other legs for the measure of comfort it affords. Sometimes we have our wrists tied or braceleted behind us to emphasise these needs, as if any emphasis was needed, in the sticky moist darkness. Sometimes we are even locked, without panties in iron chastity belts, squirming wet on the metal, listening to the clank of the heart shaped padlock on the front of the iron belt. The Masters know us so well, know well how to exploit and enjoy our need for them. It is so pitiless and miserable in the cage, if you are not chosen, for His bed.
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“I am to be pleased & you are to please me sweet emily.”
“Yes My Master, emily loves you Master.”
“Let me enjoy the love of your soft glossy lips, now emily.”
“Yes Master.” I whispered, my lips already over Him.
“Nice & slowly emily, I want to take my time & enjoy your intimate service.”
He could enjoy me any time He pleased, at His leisure. My whole being, my whole life was for sexual and erotic pleasure. His sexual & erotic pleasure. I was so emotional & dependant on Him for every part of my being.
He was so firm already, His glans feeling so massively swollen in my soft heart shaped lips. I sucked Him softly, allowing the warmth & moisture from my mouth to lubricate Him. Loving the warm taste of Him, as I gradually took all His head into my lips. Already my mouth felt so full with Him. I loved the size of Him, so thick & long & straight. As I took Him in my mouth I could feel my thighs and bottom twisting & grinding as if He was inside me down there too, both front and rear. Even more thick and massive inside me, penetrating & owning me Then sucking around Him twisting my lips sweetly around Him. Just allowing the sulcus to slip in and out of my lips. Sucking and licking just under the hood of His swelling. Then twisting around to lick and kiss underneath the sweet swelling of His sulcus and up and down His frenulum.
He was sighing softly, happy as I continued so slowly. The taste & aroma of His flesh filling my mouth & overcoming my senses. He was so wonderful, my whole being was focused on pleasing Him totally, without reserve. He patted my head appreciatively as He drank His cider slowly.
I rose up on my knees to press my breasts around His shaft. Wrapping Him tightly I pushed inwards so that I could feel the veins on Him through the softness of my breasts. Rubbing Him up and down slowly but always on the upstroke into my waiting mouth. Kissing and licking Him then sucking strongly as I pushed Him inside, then even more firmly as I let my breasts pull Him down again. He shifted in His chair, as I felt Him grow even harder, more rigid. How I loved these moments to know I am arousing Him,. pleasing Him maddening His senses with sexual pleasure.
I felt his spasm as He burst inside my mouth, a hot gush of sticky pre cum. Then He took my wrists behind my back & snapped them into metal bracelets, He often preferred my fellatio like this, braceleted in metal cuffs or tied.
Then His hand at the nape of my neck now in my hair. He began pushing himself deeply inside me, pressing me down around Him, filling my mouth, with His thick hard shaft. Pressing me down slowly, so He was even more firmly inside me. Firmly but gently, as I sucked Him back & forth, inside me till His full 10” length was inside me & my nose was pressed into His hard muscled abdomen. His glans at the back of my mouth into my throat.
Fully impaled now I tightly sucked Him back and forth inside me. His hand twisting in my hair now as He shifted and twisted with mounting pleasure in the chair. I was totally lost in serving Him. Totally engrossed in loving my Master. My whole being burning and melting from inside, melting around Him, melting onto Him, melding to His pleasure His lust. I felt totally connected & rooted to Him and His lust.
Like the wax of a candle around His flame, burning and melting me, consuming me with His hot blazing taking of me. My whole essence suffused with love and rapture in obedient love for Him. Then I was panting & moaning, throbbing around Him. I could no longer sense anything but Him inside me, not even myself, just my love and His desire and pleasure.
Then suddenly His fist closed firmly in my hair & He exploded, bursting inside me. Thrusting & pumping in thick bursts of sticky hot cum. Filling my mouth with His gooey lust. Thick & sticky like custard. The taste & smell of His cum so strong & vital, potent. He pulled himself slowly off me still throbbing & pulsing. Then bursting all over my face. Down my breasts, all over my chemise, even onto my thighs. With copious globs of His sticky cum. The eruption of His lust separating me from Him, as I was no longer part of Him but just a girl at His feet for His enjoyment & His sensual gratification. How inferior & passive I felt now, emotionally so vulnerable & exploited, used to please Him. But oh how I utterly loved being His, for His pleasure.
Then still throbbing pushing Himself back into my already full mouth, as He pumped His last few spurts inside me filling my mouth so completely now. Then withdrawing and lying back with my head in His lap.
He was sighing happily, draining the last gulps of His cider. Then looking down He lifted my eyes to His, I was almost choking on His cum in my mouth.
“You may swallow my pleasure, my desire girl, lovingly.”
I swallowed a thick gulp of His sticky cum, looking up appreciatively into His eyes. Then another gasping gulp and another. Five thick, viscid swallows.
“Thank you Master.” I whispered through lips still sticky & gooey with Him.
I wasn’t permitted to lick my lips, or clean my face, nor to clean my chemise. He liked to see His enjoyment on me. He was so vital it would be sticky & gooey, feeling slippery and quite gluey all day. Smelling of Him all over me.
“Thank you My Master” I was welling with tears of happiness and love for Him.
He unbraceleted my wrists then handed me His empty glass.
“Another cider girl” His voice was husky.
“Yes Master, emily loves you Master.”
I stood up between His knees and turned to hurry and fetch Him another drink.
At the bar another girl helped me with a clean glass, my fingers were so sticky & I didn’t dare sully the glass. She was blonde and lovely. She poured the cider for me & then leaned close to my body with her curves & kissed me on my cheek.
“love you sweet emily, how lucky you are how happy you look”
I smiled at her too brimming with emotion, to answer.
She kissed me again, understandingly.
How lovely we are, how wonderful it must be for the men to see us so lovely & obedient.
He took His drink quickly & instructed me to clean Him. I knelt submissively between His legs to lick Him clean. Then quietly and effacingly cleaning Him with soft moist silk towels. Meekly scenting & cooling Him, & then drying Him. He was still firm but softening now as I kissed His head one more time. Another girl brought Him some fresh underwear and freshly pressed trousers. He stood up, tossing the discarded garments to her & donned the fresh clothing, as she hurried away. Then sat down again.
He lifted my eyes to His once more.
“Can you still feel me inside you girl ?.”
“Yes Master, emily can Master.”
“I want you to feel me inside you, want you to grind your thighs, your buttocks on me, tightly. I want you to remember pleasing me and loving me, wanting to submit and surrender to me as I enjoyed you. Want you to remember the taste of my lust, and the hotness of your thighs.”
“Yes Master, emily will Master, always Master.”
“You may return to your chores now girl.”
I looked up to Him in tears “Yes Master, thank you Master, emily loves you Master.”
As I stood up He patted my bottom firmly.
“I much prefer my vantage point, to have you lovely & submissive, emily”
“Yes Master, emily loves you Master,”
He patted my bottom again in dismissal.
“Good girl emily.”
I slipped away quickly. Weepily back to the polishing rags & my chores, with the other girls.
