Chapter 3

"Yes…. my master, I want more!" ….I said, as he caressed my sumptuous curves in the waning light. Deep down I lusted for such treatment, not sure what may come next, and yet even as i spoke these words, there was a nerve that answered to this pulse of a beautifully submissive woman.

 At that moment he needed to consume her, to fill her to mark her as his own…just as she needed to open herself up to him, to be desired, taken and owned. And likewise, something within me, responded to his thorough mastery, it awakened the naughty and decadently wanton woman in me like never before. The need to be conquered, taken, and sexually claimed by this  Man was a new sensation.

I mind wondered….. "How did this happen? I never felt like this! Ohhhh….but it felt soooooo good…..and fuck I craved more". Then in desperation, I uttered the words, "Mark me and leave me with the proof this wasn't just a dream!"

His patience had been rewarded!

This response came as music to him, and if I had not been blindfolded I would have seen his cock surge turgid and firm with fresh hardness. Unawares to her, secretly, his dominant desire nearly overtook him as his gaze took in the beauty of her fragrantly shaven fresh pussy. Pussy lips that were swollen, wet, and glistening with desire. Licking his own lips, he wanted so badly to sink his tongue and throbbing cock deep into that delicious mound, but knew better, and waited, letting the discipline carry this stimulating game further forward.

Standing bound but feeling emboldened with this new erotic discovery, she shivered a little as goosebumps rose over her slender body, ass cheeks still wet from his delicious tonguing, yet still warm from the heat of the belt. She waited, beautifully naked and exposed, open to whatever attention I chose to give; her ass a nice rosy red, with the heat centered in her clit and pussy, keen now, throbbing and needy, a clear effect of this decadent punishment she enjoyed.

Not seeing, I now felt his warmth move close as he silently returned to her. The tip of the belt, sliding down my spine, leaving more shivers in its wake. Once it moved past the small of my back, I waited, bracing for what came next. I gasped, as the next sensation was not the leather, but a thick, smooth finger gliding between my wet ass cheeks, skimming ever so lightly over my rosebud. I chose to slowly encircle my delicate opening, moving, caressing, probing. This delicious sensation caused me to arch to the fullest extent permitted by the restraints. To my surprise he grabbed both inflamed cheeks, driving his wet tongue past the heat, and into my rosebud, gradually encircling, tormenting my ass with long leisurely licks. I attempted to push back, but to no avail, moaning against this tasty sensation, suddenly I felt two fingers driving deep into my other wet opening, working in and out in rhythm with the wicked tonguing of my ass. Unable to move one way or the other, I could feel the sexual storm rise within as he drove me higher, front and back, tonguing and finger thrusting in concert.

Two more breathless moans quickly escaped me lips as I rapidly neared an orgasm from this delightful torment. I was about to cry out while the pending orgasm longed to rush to the surface of my being. I desperately bucked against this wonderful torment, pressing, crying out, then clamping hard in my sheath's inner walls upon the insatiable, repeated thrusts. It felt so delicious…..then just as my body started to writhe with anticipated pleasure building within, he pulled free and quickly delivered three more lashes to each cheek, leaving my gasping in a combination of hot need and pain.

"Ohhhhh….please!!" I wailed while a fresh glow of pink quickly returned to my inflamed buttocks.

"Why…..???"

"Does my Mistress get to cumm unless permitted?" he asked as if curious.

I pouted, clearly despondent that I lost the hot climax which was nearly mine.

Stubborn silence.

Three more lashes and cries of pain. "Please….please….came my response"

Tears now ran down my cheeks.

"Your answer my dear?" he demanded.

"No master, "  came my unrepentant response.

"And, tell me Ms. when do you get to cumm?

Slowly….ever so slowly, past the tears, a smile began to grace those pretty lips of mine. "When my master ...my master permits it" my words were almost a breathy sob as I was caught in a haze of pleasure and pain. My need to be taken, possessed was almost overwhelming in its intensity.

"That's right my dear," he responded.

And taking myblindfold off, so I could look into his eyes, his tenderly kissed those tears of misunderstanding away, ever so gently and passionately the needy, hungry lips, and held me in his embrace. And from this, I knew his lust for me was deep, abiding and consuming me beyond my own expectations – for he had more in store for his submissive beauty than I could imagine.